<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392</id><updated>2011-10-03T14:00:28.477-04:00</updated><category term='Houghton Lake w.e. log book'/><category term='Old Guys'/><title type='text'>As I go along...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-3495507755407753550</id><published>2011-01-05T18:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:03:39.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the New Year '11</title><content type='html'>So it gets tired to say that life is flying by but it is fact!  Since November, we had a very nice Holiday season.  M and E went to N.Y. to see her family for Thanksgiving while MHM and I stayed home.  We had a nice time but from there, it was as usual a whirl wind from then to Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting November 29th, my job shifted from the Body shop 3rd shift to the Paint shop on first shift where I trained with CUD for the month of Dec before getting bumped back to second shift in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order as best I can, we went to the St Martha kids party Dec 4th where E and MHM were very well behaved and waited to sit on Santa's lap with perfect patience.  That night was very nice.  It was also the first time since being back home that M and E could glimpse the "Crazy Christmas house" on our way home.  This year it was all you could ask for and now we have to pray that it comes back next year as the young gentleman that does it is getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Dec 5th was MHM's 3rd Birthday party.  We had a nice turnout and he had a great time.  M made his requested Truck cake where his favorite part were the Entemanns chocolate donuts used for wheels.  He was such a good kid and it really shows he is growing up.  Speaking of growing up, he a week later decided to ditch the "chocolate milk in a baby bottle hot as you can get it!"  With some urging, we made arrangements to "give it to a baby" at school who needed it more.  Then two days later, he did the same thing with his "chuchi" which really surprised me.  We had decided to get rid of one for sure but he made the decision to go all the way.  Way to go MHM.  I must also say that E has been an exceptional help with her encouragement for MHM.  She really is such a darling who is so tender and caring.  She really is the best...  We need to let her know that more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between all the seasonal activities, I tried to get the kids into the spirit with all the TV favorites.  I hope they don't go to overload from it.  Thankfully they seem to know when they want one of their regular shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M and I were actually able to attend the K of C party on Dec 11th this year for the first time in years and also had a great time out.  I am pretty sure that the next day or shortly there after, we got our first big snow event.  E, MHM and I went out and built a snowwoman which I am sure had a name but don't recall.  Anyway, it snowed quite heavily with some heavy wind but within an hour, we had had enough and had a sculpture to show!  I believe a day or so later, after getting home from school the kids asked to play outside so we bundled up and headed across the street to a small hill and sledded for a time.  We all had a very nice time and are hoping for more opportunities soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was our annual Christmas party.  This years charity was for the Afghanistan troops in honor of cousin N going there in January.  Once again, we had a nice turnout and the kids played very well together and decorated a Christmas tree with cut out and colored ornaments.  E was happy to have her friends N and K at the party as she is so often the only girl.  Next stop after our party was the annual get together of cousins at our place for pizza and movies.  Cousins L, J, K, and A showed up and had some fun along with GMa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, then it seemed all down hill but as always, there is plenty to do.  M finished up classes then set out to finish Christmas prep.  She did very well and was pleased to go into Christmas Eve with nary a gift to wrap.  I didn't have as many consecutive days off as I'd have liked but being on days made if more bearable.  I did have Mon and Tues off so on Tues we went to Flint to the kids museum.  They LOVED it.  The supermarket, and fire station are the biggest hits.  That was a good day.  On a couple occasions, we read in front of the Christmas tree, then said prayers and fell asleep under the tree.  I hope that continues for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was a peaceful day, starting out with breakfast and some shows.  We got the kids down as early as possible for nap and were at GMa's house by 3:30 for the annual Elias shindig.  The dinner was great and everyone was there.  We listened to Scrooge then set in for presents.  The kids had a blast!  Then it was time for Christmas mass.  The church was decorated nicely and choir was beautiful.  The kids lasted into the mass for no more than ten minutes but M and I really enjoyed it.  The best part was being able to stay home all day on Christmas.  The kids were carried to bed and Santa went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning, was wonderful.  MHM was first to rise (no surprise there) and his eyes just lit up upon seeing the presents and half eaten cookies.  When E awoke, we hurried her in and noted the same excitement for her as well.  The gifts all open, GMa and GPa came over for a short time to see the loot.  We had a nice fire which GPa loved and the kids had a ball showing off the new stuff.  I have to admit though that the present excitement, the twist ties and the instructions were a bit too much for me but after a bit it subsided and was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 28th, we went to Jumpin' Jacks with E friends K and N.  Once again a great time for the kids, then we went to Johny Rockets for lunch.  MHM ended up getting sick with Strep so he had to stay home the next two days leading us to New Years Eve.  This year as last, we went to A and K's where we counted down to Greenwich Mean Time, &amp;amp; pm our time.  The highlight there was the Fireworks display.  Then after leaving there about 9:30 or so, we headed to Uncle S and Aunt L's for their annual party.  The kids had an awesome time up to the New Year.  As we were gathered around watching the ball drop, MHM was so excited.  The ball dropped with noise, hugs and kisses then he turned to me and said "What do we do now"  I laughed a bit and said we head for home.  He took that to heart and immediately got tired.  We did manage to stay out till after 1 am and the kids did awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the snow is now gone for about a week now, it is cold but there is not much in the way of weather comin' so we are happy to have had our White Christmas and look forward to a very fine year with our wonderful kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-3495507755407753550?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/3495507755407753550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=3495507755407753550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3495507755407753550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3495507755407753550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2011/01/into-new-year-11.html' title='Into the New Year &apos;11'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-4169805960718804202</id><published>2010-11-07T07:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T08:25:34.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early quiet time and events recap</title><content type='html'>So as it would be, Summer has sailed past and Autumn is slipping by as well.  We have had quite a few changes this year and unfortunately have not captured many of them except in memories.  I got the chance on the DST Fall Back day to watch the early sunrise in relative peace.  The kids are up, MHM is in the bath and E is watching the tube.  A nice cup of fresh ground coffee and yes, I feel quite well this morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of what happened this past four months are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so all Hell has broken loose, back to my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, we boarded a plane for the Clark Compound on Beechill Pond in Maine.  M had previously designed a T shirt which was quite a hit.  We had a very nice arrival in a Limo and the week got better from there.  We had a Dune buggy, Sea Doo's, and a great beach at our disposal.  We went to Bar Harbor and did a Two hour harbor tour.  One of the high points were the enormous Lobster Uncle E scared up in town.  They were enough to have fed the whole lane.  They did as a mater of fact as we had friends and family in the next day to enjoy Lobster Rolls.  The kids loved our slow cruise on the Sea Doo's that took us out to the Wind Sock which was a marker for a sunken island.  There they pretended to be in trouble and still play that game here at home.  The other day MHM out of the blue said something to include the Wind sock and M and I sorta chuckled.  The camp fires were nice as were the S'mores and going to the dock to star gaze was also awesome.  Three other nice items were the Cotton Candy machine, the fresh Raspberries we picked on the power lines with Uncle E and E2 and of course the sound of the Loons is such a wonderful and exciting thing, I which I could hear the more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival back to Michigan, we settled in for a couple weeks before I got a Five week layoff form work.  We immediately did an excursion to Frankenmuth to the water park which was a huge hit for the kids.  After that, M had to head back to work so we didn't get out anywhere else but H.L. for Labor Day which was very nice for weather and friend get together.  Also during my time off, the kids and I did lots of running to the park and riding in our free Bell "Burley" we found lying beside the road from someones garage cleaning.  That thing is great and we got lots of mileage from it so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of our changes are the fact that currently I am on third shift which has been an adjustment for everyone.  It seems to be getting better slowly and we'll see where it goes from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the Autumn fun are the big piles of leaves that are still in the yard.  The kids have had lots fun kicking, trudging and throwing leaves all over as well as playing rescue from the leaves.  We just recently had a visit from Cousin S over the Halloween weekend which was full of activities.  Starting on Friday, there was Trunk or Treat at their school then Saturday was a tour at the Police station and the Public access T.V. studio which everyone enjoyed.  Then on to view a real race car then to Harris Nature Center for their annual Halloween day extravaganza.  There the kids did a quick craft then whacked  at a pumpkin pinata, went for a stroll down the Happy Halloween path to pick out a pumpkin then finally to the bon fire to roast some marshmallow.  Previous to cousin S's arrival, we had gone on several "Night walks" which the kids really enjoyed with flashlights.  As days got closer to Halloween day, we stressed the fact that they would have to be able to walk the whole way by themselves, and by golly, they were, mostly.  This year, I started out kinda early with lots of Halloween books to get the mood going.  The kids enjoyed them all as did we.  Early this year the kids became infatuated with "The Incredibles" so in the back of our minds figured we'd go as the whole family.  Much closer to the day, M assessed the mood to see if time into costumes would be worth it.  They stayed true and she made some awesome ones.  We had Dash, Violet, Mr. Incredible, Banana Girl and the Constructionater.  Anyway, we had a very nice evening though a bit cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we have stayed pretty true to getting out and doing fun and different things with the kids from the MSU Homecoming parade, to biking down the river trail to M's work to picking up Black Walnuts and lots of other crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more quick note, we have had for some time a Roomba to help with the vacuuming.  She was without battery for some time and the E was also freaked out by her so she sat in the closet.  Well now she has a new battery, and a new name.  Lilly Grace is here to help and does so on a frequent basis.  And the kids love her but still run when she heads their way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-4169805960718804202?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/4169805960718804202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=4169805960718804202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4169805960718804202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4169805960718804202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2010/11/early-quiet-time-and-events-recap.html' title='Early quiet time and events recap'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-7445700367692478811</id><published>2010-07-14T21:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:35:40.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/TE-kEfNqNvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/eUXAWSmGi-Q/s1600/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498794067047888626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/TE-kEfNqNvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/eUXAWSmGi-Q/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has come and gone once again with this year being especially nice weather as well as activities which abounded at Houghton Lake. We packed our stuff and set out by 11am Sat and made a relatively quick shot up 127. When we got there the lake was flat calm, the temp was around 80 and Uncle S and Aunt L were readying their boat for the afternoon. M and I had a quick conversation and decided that this was our time so we got the suits on and headed out. We got out and did a bit of touring to find the right spot and were able to witness the annual Boat Parade. We weren't too close so we didn't see much of this small affair but I am glad that someone is still putting it on to try to keep tradition alive. We finally made our way back to Elks bay and got out the tube which MHM and I first went on at idle speed for probably 10 minutes. MHM didn't care a bit and thought it the BEST! Next E and I jumped on and toured at normal speed for about the same amount of time. A was anxious to get out there himself so we turned it over to him and went for a ride. The kids loved watching the show of A swinging wildly back and forth behind the boat. Albeit only and hour and a half, I am so happy the kids got out as this was our only opportunity for the entire weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/TE-knxrliEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/pULNIvNZyUg/s1600/IMG_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498794673300670530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/TE-knxrliEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/pULNIvNZyUg/s320/IMG_1321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fireworks for the Fourth were Saturday night. As in many recent years, we had joined D n W at their place by the lake. To start, the kids loved seeing and playing on all of the Big Kid toys they have there. MMH loved the speed boats! As twilight approached, the private fireworks started and the excitement mounted. As we scanned the lake, M kept them busy at the same time with Glow sticks and such. As the fireworks commenced the mosquitoes descended upon us in a cloud. Really truly one of the worst swarms I had seen in quite some time. With plentiful bug spray, we made it through a wonderful show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funland was Sundays destination for the kids. They remembered it well from Memorial Day and were anticipating it with joy. We did the rickety roller coaster first and got just short of beat to death. The kids each had like five or six tickets to give the "Guy" to ride. From slides and carousels to rocket ships and army tanks, they were a hit. Then it was inside for some arcade games and quarter rides then home for a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a dinner with old friend G who did E's fingernails which made E just as happy as anything. Then a bonfire with Cousins J n L with smores, glow sticks and running around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gpa's old cars made an appearance and was a hit as usual. Nothing but big smiles while we put put down the road slowly. We got several rides before some electrical problems shut them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday we set out for G's house to see her and her mom and sue their beach. The water was warm making the sandy floor a great place for the kids to let loose and enjoy the lake. We probably spent two and a half hours there visiting. The highlight was when a Osprey flew overhead with a LARGE bass in its talons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After returning from G's, the power was out and MHM was soon as well. He made it in the house, asked for chocolate milk and crawled up on the stairway with head and arms on one level and butt and legs below. Very cute! We do have a pic! We almost decided to pack and go but M wasn't feeling well so we made the decission to stay and take our chances with comfort as it was quite warm. I rounded up E and took her out on the porch to read to her as I told her Gma did for me many times. She layed on the swing next to me and listened to probably two books and started to fade. I continued until I knew she was asleep then gently picked her up and carried her in and layed her down. M and I went back to the porch for a short while wher I told her some memories of summers past for me then we too retired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was up early, pack and lighly clean and get back so I could get to work....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again cottage for a nice w.e.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-7445700367692478811?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/7445700367692478811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=7445700367692478811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7445700367692478811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7445700367692478811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2010/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/TE-kEfNqNvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/eUXAWSmGi-Q/s72-c/IMG_1316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2815430442991295549</id><published>2010-06-04T23:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:51:56.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Understandably</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/TAnI3DRJTYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/uWFSL5VMrFc/s1600/008p1_thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479131269768498562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/TAnI3DRJTYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/uWFSL5VMrFc/s320/008p1_thumbnail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Memorial day we were up ion H.L. for the w.e. and enjoyed the best weather and circumstances in several years. The temps were near perfect and the sun plentiful. We did the beach twice and the pool on the porch as well as visits from friends Ging, Den N Wen. With cousins J and L, our kids had just a hoot. It is nice to have them older and more able to do some of the things the older kids enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well to keep this short, the w.e. went really great until about 9:15 Monday morning when the skies opened up while I was finishing a 4 mile run. You have to understand that this is just less than an hour before what we were presenting as the high light for the w.e. The Memorial Day Parade. Our kids are all over all things marching band, fire truck, horses, and floats. I think of all family style events we have strive for, it is the community fireworks or parades. Anyway, God smiled on us and the skies cleared and the parade went on as scheduled. The kids loved every moment and looked great doing so with the hand held flags that M of course made a point to have on hand (as if she would forget). There was plenty of candy and fun and the best part is that understandably the photographer from the Resorter fell victim to the allure of our kids! Please don't judge me, but our kids are most certainly the cutest best looking kids to ever exist and we know it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2815430442991295549?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2815430442991295549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2815430442991295549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2815430442991295549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2815430442991295549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2010/06/understandably.html' title='Understandably'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/TAnI3DRJTYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/uWFSL5VMrFc/s72-c/008p1_thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-988604085448281150</id><published>2010-06-04T22:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:29:41.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just you and me!</title><content type='html'>With M and E on a springtime trip to N.Y to see the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;, I was for a couple days prior to their departure trying to make sure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; was going to understand that it was just going to be me and him. As time flew past, I could hardly believe the day had come. As The girls were all but walking out the door I was hoping he was grasping that Mom and Sis would be gone for a bit and that it would be "just you and me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time he seemed to understand but was preoccupied by a show but did come to the front door for two group hugs. After they were gone, it was business as usual. Getting dressed, walking to school and the such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time to go pick him up, I called M to see what to do as this part of the day is not normally mine. I had an idea that as something special we would go to the ice cream store as a treat. M advised me on what to offer and it went over quite well. We ordered him a kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Supermoo&lt;/span&gt; (Superman) which was just right as M suggested. He chose to sit inside even after noting that there were umbrellas over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; tables outside. So we sat. There was a young girl sitting at on of the tables with one of the server kids who was understandable smitten with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; (as if anyone could resist) and I could through the back of my head see her stealing glances at him while we licked the goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, I have an open bottle of red and half a chunk sharp cheddar gone, Yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I offered him some pizza of which he ate just a bit. Then we went outside for a bit to play in the sand box and look at the newly revived pond. I could tell either the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; or the approaching storm had him uneasy, so we went back inside to some chocolate milk. While watching a show, he turned his head as I was washing some dishes in the kitchen and uttered "It's just you and me dad!" He understood and was OK with that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the rest of the w.e. goes as well from here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-988604085448281150?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/988604085448281150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=988604085448281150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/988604085448281150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/988604085448281150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-you-and-me.html' title='Just you and me!'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-5459139329524504795</id><published>2010-04-22T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:32:11.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Certain Bliss</title><content type='html'>The Easter Bunny had a late delivery for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; and it could not have been more perfect for the motor head that he is. Anything, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;repeat&lt;/span&gt; ANYTHING with wheels is golden where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; is concerned. Now, add Bubbles and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt; got the single most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; reason to live. On Tuesday evening, the late arriving gift of a Bubble lawn mower hit the spot for this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not obsessed with his mower but close to it.  So far the mower has been pushed to school in the morning, taken to two parks and I am certain it will get more miles than the warranty will cover but as you see the pride on his face when he is pushing it, you know that he loves this mower and it provides probably what all of us strive for...  Certain Bliss!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt;, your lucky you have a great mom to thank for that one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-5459139329524504795?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/5459139329524504795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=5459139329524504795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5459139329524504795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5459139329524504795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2010/04/certain-bliss.html' title='Certain Bliss'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-3868036033660260033</id><published>2010-04-22T09:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:49:33.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She gets it!</title><content type='html'>Bathroom conversation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E~  "Sometimes I need a little more cause my bottom is wet."&lt;br /&gt;Me~  "That's OK, but you need to work on being more efficient with the toilet paper..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I thought I'd be clever, as E was exiting and headed down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued~  "Paper doesn't grow on trees you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E takes a second, stops and does a short analysis of my statement and turns to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E~ "But Dad, paper does come from trees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I broke out in a BIG smile and told her she was SMRT.  I was inwardly happy that she caught on to my snare and hoped that she understood that this is a trap that as she grows will be used in humor and teasing but the important thing is for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-3868036033660260033?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/3868036033660260033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=3868036033660260033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3868036033660260033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3868036033660260033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2010/04/she-gets-it.html' title='She gets it!'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-6680081730217367511</id><published>2010-03-31T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:39:17.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little voices</title><content type='html'>This morning I was in the kitchen listening to MHM playing with a truck in the other room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrrrruuummmmmmm, Errrrrr!  I fogot ma coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt where it came from but about the Errrrrr! I have no idea!  Anyway, Spring is on nicely for the next four or so days with temps in the 70's, then some rain to move in and cooler temps in the 50's and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the nice morning, we for the first time of 2010 walked to school.  We started out looking for birds, flowers, dogs and horses!  E thought that horses would be a good thing to be on the lookout for.  We did see some birds, planes the mushroom tree and even got chased down by an elephant.  We made it to school unscathed and the kidlets seemed to enjoy it as did I.  If we can have a nice Spring unlike the past few, I will be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the nice expected weather, M is hosting our 4th annual Easter Egg hunt.  I believe we have only been able to be outside once or maybe twice but never with 70 degrees as a promise.  This should be a good one, I hope to make it into the garden to clean up a bit but what ever happens it will be nice to ring in Spring with friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-6680081730217367511?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/6680081730217367511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=6680081730217367511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6680081730217367511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6680081730217367511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-voices.html' title='Little voices'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-5430247450887849337</id><published>2010-03-09T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:49:44.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation and rememberance</title><content type='html'>I am a person who likes to reminisce and pretend I live in a world that doesn't exist.  Normal for me and probably the answer to many peoples questions of "Where the H#%% is he comin' from".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Spring is looming here in the big town of Okemos I want to embrace it and get out with the kids to explore what is in the real world compared to the wintry indoors cyber and TV world.  With E now 4 and MHM now 2+, I think we can now start some good adventuring with the warmer weather to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two Sundays, after church, we had come home, had a quick lunch then ventured out for some outdoor activity.  Two weeks ago, it was the snow forts and a bobsled run of which lasted almost an hour but was as much fun as the kids needed and really got them tuned in for a long nap.  This past week, as the snow is now icy and crunchy, we opted for a walk toward our local park.  The lion share of the walk was through the subdivision but along the way we noted what was changing.  Under a pine tree and partially covered with snow were some flower sprouts, then further down the way we explored the mushroom tree which we pass when walking to school.  It is just an old shriveled shelf mushroom but I make quite a deal of it as we pass to make sure that the kidlets don't go through life completely oblivious of their surroundings.  As it had been 4 months since our last walk, I was impressed that MHM remembered it.  At the furthest part of our trek, there was the remnant of an very large Igloo cleverly constructed.  With the warm sun drenching it, it was too unstable to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked, we talked about things we like to do and were anticipating, like Goe Caching and runs to the park.  As this warm weather sparks thoughts of easy out of doors excursions, I hope now that both kids are older that we can buck it up and make those cold blowy days of winter some fun and lasting experiences as well.  For now though, we will pray for an actual Spring this year and the sooner the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my dream world, I will still reminisce and enjoy it.  I hope these postings will allow me to remember there was actually some reality to my memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-5430247450887849337?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/5430247450887849337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=5430247450887849337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5430247450887849337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5430247450887849337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2010/03/anticipation-and-rememberance.html' title='Anticipation and rememberance'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-6956843318320849967</id><published>2010-02-19T14:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T15:36:00.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"THE" Shirt</title><content type='html'>What is it about a shirt.  Some times a certain fit, logo or memory attached to it make it special.  I have lots now with many running races and family vacations but as I flip through the stack every once in a while I will come across one I haven't seen in some time.  About a month ago I found one with an interesting cut in the sleeves and a certain wonderful feel though not for the fabric or cut but for the circumstances around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shirt as it happens to be is THE one that I was wearing when both kidlets were born.  With E, though we wished for as natural a birth as possible, E was stubborn so we did the next best thing and induced then went through the rest with a perfect little sweet, dark haired result.  I know when that day came, I was thinking comfort and it seemed to the right one as I pulled it from the stack.  I don't remember when it resurfaced again after that day but it did from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall a certain Saturday when we had scheduled production at work so as I picked shirt that might bring comfort not afforded by the loud cacophony of a manufacturing facility.  As MHM was not due for close to 20 more days, it never crossed my mind that we would be preparing for the unexpected arrival early the next morning.  Once again the shirt got shuffled and from time to time shows up  and I think to myself that I should save it out to make sure it sticks around for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-6956843318320849967?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/6956843318320849967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=6956843318320849967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6956843318320849967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6956843318320849967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2010/02/shirt.html' title='&quot;THE&quot; Shirt'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-6273571772227479142</id><published>2009-12-26T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:14:01.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas traditions</title><content type='html'>As an absolute Christmas Nut, I find it hard not to jamb Christmas and everything associated with it down my families throats.  No excuses, that is just what makes me happy.  I realize others don't have my zeal and find it hard to change the TV channel from a Christmas theme of good will and best wishes to some show the kidletts have seen more than 50 times about a "dragon fly band parade" or something like that.  Though these shows have decent enough themes, the monotony they pose is that they are year round compared to the four week Christmas blitz.  MHM does enjoy Max and Ruby, a somewhat innocuous show with its roots in the 40's and 50's with easy listening music and messages that still seem gender specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my childhood memories recall taking naps under the Christmas tree, staring up at the shadow of false pine bows from the lights on the wall and ceiling and peacefully drifting off to sleep.  One huge part of Christmas for me was the listening to "Scrooge" from a recording my mom got back in the late 40's.  It is the best theatrical recording with lots of staged sounds and dramatic music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tradition for as many years as I can possibly remember, this year we ate our Christmas feast, let the kidletts run amok for a bit then corralled everyone into the living room, dimmed the lights and turned on Scrooge.  The kids did seem to understand somewhat that the group gathered was trying to listen to the story but were understandably more interested in anything else.  MHM was listening to the recording though because after the second stave, he picked up on the fact that it had something to do with ghosts. One of the Max and Ruby shows around Halloween had an episode with a Ghost Bunny scaring he and his sister that of course turned out to be Grandma Bunny who apparently is the parental figure in the series.  Well, anyway, MHM picked up on the dire mood of Scrooge and decided he needed to warn everyone in the room about Ghost Bunny.  He would toddle through the living room strewn with bodies lying on the floor or slouched in chairs telling every there was a "Ghost Bunny" on the loose.  GPa did once he understood get a kick out of it and everyone quietly giggled so as not to interrupt any ones enjoyment of this holiday tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it seems to change a bit each year, I am so happy that it is still possible to have this on going memory maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-6273571772227479142?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/6273571772227479142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=6273571772227479142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6273571772227479142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6273571772227479142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-traditions.html' title='Christmas traditions'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-8562568259596017498</id><published>2009-11-10T17:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:39:45.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>My lovely bride challenged me early on in our dating to sing her a song.  I really didn't know what to do about that at the time feeling self conscious and embarrassed.  I certainly was a closet singer when know one was looking but was not sure how to actually do it one on one.  I assured her that in time I would do it for her.  For several weeks I agonized about how to do this.  I had a couple of tunes in mind from either James Taylor or Jimmy Buffett.  I don't know if those two enjoy being lumped into my preferences together but somehow I don't think they would mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unless I have forgotten totally, James won out and one evening while lounging on the couch, I sang to her.  The song I don't exactly remember but I think I can narrow it to just a few.  It was liberating and felt so good and maybe a reason she stuck it out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M and her sister P sure knew the value of song.  I can't even imagine how many fun songs I have learned since meeting M.  Now it is fun to listen to our own household with E always belting out some tune or another.  I now freely sing goofy songs while we jog "We're going to the Park" and any other number of generic tunes to which we throw in some words befitting the moment.  MHM sometimes as I do, gets tired of some of the singing and says "No singing, no singing!"  Too much of a good thing can sometimes be tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all though, it is nice to hear and music being plunked out on the piano or just the humming of a tune in the background.  M had a good role model in her siter P and I am sure we both hope songs will gush forth to make P and us happy forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-8562568259596017498?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/8562568259596017498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=8562568259596017498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8562568259596017498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8562568259596017498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/11/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-1369996846735073684</id><published>2009-11-06T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:50:45.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 09</title><content type='html'>With a very dreary late September and most of October, we were grateful for a dry though cool and breezy Halloween.  E was very happy to repeat last years Butterfly costume with of course some new enhancements.  MHM we figured was still too young to care what he wore, so we stuck him in a Tigger sweatshirt that E had worn her second year out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went across the street to the Witch house where E got "boiled worms".  The witch has been at it many years and is a neighborhood mainstay, a real do not miss.  We roped Gpa in early to help us give out candy so we could both with the kids.  Gma was out and about eagerly after emergency surgery in early September.  We got a wheel chair from church so she was ready, willing and able to share in the fun.  We met Aunt L and K shortly after the witch house as planned and trekked around the immediate  neighborhood loop.  To begin with, there were many houses not participating and what seemed a low number of people out.  The kids were certainly charming though and had to have one of the best nights of their lives.  M and I both had warm cups of spiced wine and took turns with the kids and Gma.  The second half of our trek seemed a bit more lively with some really great costumes and nicely decorated homes.  MHM started to hit the skids and was showing the effects of being cold but the excitement and my frequent promises that we would be home soon allowed us to make the loop.  The loot was plentiful and I was surprised (not so much) that it actually took us one and a half hours to go maybe a tick more than half a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gpa said he had a nice time and equally noticed a slow first hour.  For the last half hour, E was excited to go to the door to greet other Treaters and ask their names.  Both kids just ran and bounced off the walls for a time then we settled them down around nine pm or so as it was the eve of Day Light Saving time so we would theoretically have an extra hour of sleep except for the fact that these kids don't get fooled by such things a clocks and where they happen to be set...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a very nice weekend as Sunday was warm and we were able to go in the back yard to do some work while MHM and E played for what is likely one of the last for this Autumn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-1369996846735073684?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/1369996846735073684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=1369996846735073684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1369996846735073684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1369996846735073684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-09.html' title='Halloween 09'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-6943646340039468163</id><published>2009-10-02T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:01:46.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortunate me</title><content type='html'>A good friends mom once stopped me mid sentence and said "there is no such thing as luck, there is only fortune.  Some of it good and some of it bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel fortunate for many things even amidst many things that seem to be raining down about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bride recently revived something very heart felt she had written to a famous person in hopes of getting a minute of fame for the both of us.  She had expressed why I mattered to her and I want to let her know that I still have the thought of calling to alert her to some natural phenomenon but with her having the kidlets in tow, I think differently and don't always.  I DO LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bride also pointed out to me how fortunate I am to have an extremely handsome son who loves me with all his being.  That is a very nice feeling and as many times you hear it, I hope and pray that I am a good dad worthy of such adoration.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fantastic daughter who astounds us daily with her perception and grasp of all things life.  She is just sooo....  I don't know how to really relate it but to say, WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in times sake, I will end with one of my favorite fortunes.  I am fortunate to have a bride who is an enthusiastic cook who gets her own reward of relaxation from cooking me meals prepared with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-6943646340039468163?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/6943646340039468163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=6943646340039468163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6943646340039468163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6943646340039468163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/10/fortunate-me.html' title='Fortunate me'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-7013547380325363764</id><published>2009-09-23T21:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:11:29.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I went to the park with E in the jogger. Before we left, she said she wanted to pretend when we got there that she was a Princess and I was a King. So I started to ask her what kind of adventures we were going to have and what her name might be as a Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E; "not yet daddy, when we get there."&lt;br /&gt;Me; "OK E, then why don't you think of a good name while were on our way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was nice, sunny and a bit breezy but perfect for running and playing. I thought a bit about what kinds of thing I could do to play up the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived I inquired as to how I might address her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me; "So miss E, what is the name of my lovely princess?"&lt;br /&gt;E; "Princess Kavaza" was her enthusiastic reply.&lt;br /&gt;Me; "Well Princess Kavaza, what shall we do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed was close to an hour of formal speaking such as Yon, Thusly, Fair Maiden, Princess and the like.  Princess Kavaza really took a leap of confidence in climbing every obstacle available and having a wonderful time.  It was a magical day both with weather and playfulness and I pray for many more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-7013547380325363764?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/7013547380325363764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=7013547380325363764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7013547380325363764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7013547380325363764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/09/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-1035600384677873798</id><published>2009-09-11T21:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:48:00.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressions</title><content type='html'>So MHM is quite a funny little guy.  He is very expressive with certain words and body language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;, he loves to shrug his shoulders when asked a question as to the whereabouts of Lamby, his chuchie or about any car-car.  "I-have-knowidea" is the latest conjunction for him as it comes forth as almost single syllable word with his shoulders up, a slight tilt of the head and his hands both palms up.  This is funny sight to behold and begs the question of... Where did he ever get that?"  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have know idea!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and B&lt;/strong&gt;, grunts have really taken on a new level with him.  It started out pretty much with noticing Car-cars and has grown to a very expressive "Oh Yeahhhh" when asked if he enjoys something.  He uses a very low almost guttural tone to put this forth and sounds not unlike Tim Allen when describing His love for all things mechanical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his little ways, I have in my mind fast forwarded him, and see him as a person who will be able to command a room with his smile, looks and good nature.  God bless him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both kids are amazing and it is so much fun to see day by day their interactions becoming more comparable as MHM grows and E accepts that she is the one who will for all eternity be his big sister, the one who will have to give the most at least for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-1035600384677873798?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/1035600384677873798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=1035600384677873798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1035600384677873798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1035600384677873798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/09/expressions.html' title='Expressions'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2072892403730901933</id><published>2009-08-21T19:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:17:01.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday M</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know I really do realize how much you do for our family.  I want you to know I am very happy with the meals you prepare, Yum! and I want you to know that I am so happy that you seem to know how to make our kids happy.  There are so may times I realize I should be telling you that you've done a nice job and such but it doesn't always come out.  I know what a great teacher you are and you can't hide it when two former students found each other because of your passion for your work.  I am also proud that you have gone in yet another direction but of course to help others who are facing a most certain loss.  It really looked like a very nice bio you did for your guy and now, I I think you see the value I have been getting for quite a few years myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I could continue on with and I am happy to have such a varied list of things we do for fun, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your birthday is nice, and that your shower is warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2072892403730901933?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2072892403730901933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2072892403730901933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2072892403730901933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2072892403730901933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-m.html' title='Happy Birthday M'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-6802613386518373443</id><published>2009-08-12T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:21:36.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon-appetite</title><content type='html'>In week two of our "Biggest Looser" contest, I only barely lost 1 pound after 5 pounds the week prior.  It is after all not easy just with diet.  Anyway, our fridge is packed with lots of veggies and M is just creatin' lots of yummy salads and my favorite... salsa and baked pita chips which are heaven.  Over our anniversary weekend, we went to the chick flick "Julie and Julia", a parallel story of old Julia Child and a woman in N.Y. who needed an outlet from work.  The story was nice but the food looked awesome and you could almost smell it.  There was a scene before the girlie even started looking at Julia's stuff where she presented her husband with a simple buttery crusty bread with a tomato vegetable concoction on top.  Now that's what I'm talkin' bout!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mouth watered as well as M's and now it has been discussed that the single most important dish of the film is now M's quest, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;boeuf bourguignon&lt;/span&gt;.  It may take some time to put into action but three things I know for sure are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  It sucks to be on a diet even though the pain is worth the desired outcome.&lt;br /&gt;2  I can't wait to be off this diet to pig out on all the stuff I've seen that has made my mouth water for more than two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am sooo fortunate to have M who so does enjoy the "Art of Cooking"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-6802613386518373443?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/6802613386518373443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=6802613386518373443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6802613386518373443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6802613386518373443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/08/bon-appetite.html' title='Bon-appetite'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-421032124005119440</id><published>2009-08-07T16:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:52:58.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny.... Kinda</title><content type='html'>So as a five year veteran of marriage, I've made enough blunders to date.  This being our 5th anniversary, I was prepared a week early to make sure I was on time.  I had  small gift idea and checked the Internet to make sure of availability BUT never followed through as I thought I had time.  Well as life will allow, I made it to this morning without a gift or card albeit with good intent to do so earlier.  I made a deal and took E with me shopping as we needed some staples anyway to go get the gift idea I had a week earlier.  The trip was fine but I was a bit distracted by the myriad of pleas to buy this and that and looking a dejected face as she understood that she wouldn't get any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip successful on all accounts including the "Pony" ride on Sandy the 1 cent ride a Meijer.  I was proud of E as she allowed me to leave a cent behind for some other little girl whose father didn't have one.  She had a good feeling as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now home, I dropped E in the lap of M and made a b-line for the office to complete a card I had been working on in my mind.  Still a bit stressed over my lateness, I did a miscalculation in the Roman numbering system and added a year to my witty card design.  I thought it was quite clever but as I was doing it, I had a sense that something was amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M went for a quick errand so I finished wrapping her gift and set it on the table for her return.  She was pleasantly happy with the card and the present (Mommywood, a book by Tori Spelling) and we set out to keep the kids entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 minutes after the giving, she popped her head out the back door to say something like she will pull this card out for reference next year as she had finally found the mistake that I felt was there somewhere.  I had thought this out and went over it in my mind well enough to convince myself that the correct Roman numeral for five was VI.  Oooooppsss!  Anyway, we both chuckled about it and I am sure this will not by any stretch of the imagination be the last time for an unintended error, and that is a good thing because God knows, we / I need to laugh more and who better to laugh with than my Bride of V years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-421032124005119440?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/421032124005119440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=421032124005119440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/421032124005119440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/421032124005119440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-kinda.html' title='Funny.... Kinda'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2154271247390569527</id><published>2009-07-17T07:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:19:59.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Slo-Mo</title><content type='html'>Traveling the other day with the family, we were in JFK air port and of course a bathroom trip was necessary.  M had E and I had MHM.  After changing him I had to go so he was balanced on my hip as securely as possible.  I found a ledge for the carry-on so I proceeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, our wonderful 1.5 yr old still has his Chuchi and needs it for calming.  These chuchies are ever disappearing and on vacation we just had a couple and couldn't afford to loose one.  So he had it in his mouth as I was in mid-stream it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whipped his head abruptly from left to right and I saw it happen in super slow motion.  He let go of the chuchi and it arced through the air.  Fearing the loss of a necessary piece of equipment, with my NOW free hand tried to grab it.  Now parts of me were now unrestrained but the fear of losing this was greater than the worry of what might happen.  There was a moment where I thought I had as complete success as possible for the situation but then it passed as the chuchi deflected off my hand and continued on an altered course.  At that moment, I felt a sense of loss and failure.  Then I was remotely aware that I had now gotten moist from untold motion and figured that it would blend with the juice that only minutes ago flowed freely from E's sippy cup.  After a valiant try, the chuchi did at least come to rest on the top edge of the urinal stopping most quickly behind the fill pipe.  It looked moderately clean so I was as happy as possible for the moment.  I gathered my composure and finished my business.  I quickly washed my hands and doused the chuchi with copious amounts of soap, stuck it in the carry-on and retrieved the back-up from my pocket and went on my way to the boarding gate with not a mention to M as I decided that I Must write about this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2154271247390569527?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2154271247390569527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2154271247390569527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2154271247390569527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2154271247390569527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-slo-mo.html' title='In Slo-Mo'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-5733165408314733579</id><published>2009-07-08T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:27:59.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houghton Lake w.e. log book'/><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>Both E and MHM are sure trying to assert their independence of late. E is growing quickly and becoming quite a little lady. She is trying to help with MHM but really wants to have a say in what is happening about her. MHM is just budding everyday a bit more. He is talking more and communicating quite well. NoooWaaay! or NO! or Okay! these are his favorites for now but he is putting lots of words together and certainly knows what he wants when asked a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4th was somewhat typical this year for us. M, E, MHM and I went up what I thought was early on Thursday but found out that everyone else also had Friday off. As I have been a government worker for now 11 weeks now and for the foreseeable future, I had some extra time on my hands. Well anyway, we went up after the kiddies got out of school. After dinner, the car was loaded and I was wishing for a quick change in the weather. Thursday was as fore casted though I was hopeful for better. As we drove north, the temperature dropped and upon arriving at the cottage, I had to turn the heat on. The kids were wound up and it was difficult to get them settled down. I am sure that this is the first time being there really registered with him as he is now mobile and just loves toolin' around somewhere new. With the kids finally down, M and i watched a bit of TV and had some drinks to relax. It was nice to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning started cold, breezy and mostly cloudy. The expected sunshine would have to wait for most of the day to arrive. I wanted to go get do-do's with one of the kids. M suggested E so we set off. E wanted to walk so we did. We got to TOP's and she lit up when faced with all the delicious varieties. We chose 6 and started for home.  They were well received by MHM and E of course had to have hers on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Breakfast, M and E went to the Craft fair while MHM napped. E got some neat stuff and a promise if she was well behaved that she could get some doll clothes for DeeDee the next day. After lunch GPa and GMa came so we played around the house then M made a nice Nacho dinner.  We had noticed a sign on C.R. 400 that the local Fireworks were to be Friday night so we made sure the kids were rested and fed well before going to D &amp;amp; W's for the big show.  By 7pm, the weather had changed and it was indeed a glorious evening.  We got to D &amp;amp; W's after 9 and enjoyed their company.  The kids were running around all crazy, MHM with his new Light Sabre and E  with all kinds of kid energy.  A bit later B &amp;amp; A showed up with A's family so there were lots of kids and it was a really fun time.  The Fireworks were great and the mosquitoes weren't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the 4th was a very nice day as well.  I did get MHM out for a 4 mile run in the morning while M and E went back as promised for the doll clothes.  M had purchased some party supplies so we had some nice decorations for the porch to make it a bit more festive.  We had burgers and Hot dogs and later we had a bon fire with GMa, GPa and some of D.P's family.  All in all it was a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to St. James for church for a last minute decision as O.L.O.L. had a different schedule.  Upon returning, I took MHM again for a run which he really seems to enjoy.  M and E did a craft of chocolate making and GPa worked with a nice guy on the old car to get it running.  Finally in the afternoon, it was running so B went for a couple rides.  We had a visit from D &amp;amp; W and after all was finished, finally got a ride with E in the old car as far as the cemetery when it quit.  J was a bit uneasy with the situation but E and L were in the back seat just giggling up a storm.  A came with a vehicle so we towed it home and that more or less ended the weekend.  We stayed up until Monday morning then headed back to Lansing where I could resume my government work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-5733165408314733579?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/5733165408314733579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=5733165408314733579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5733165408314733579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5733165408314733579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-7855526561847981090</id><published>2009-07-06T20:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:07:04.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Sweet Old Summertime</title><content type='html'>Here it is July 6th and so far it has been a very cold Spring and Summer.  A week or so ago, in a moment without KID TV, I was flipping the channels and happened across an old film with Judy Garland.  The name caught my attention so I thought I'd see what it was about.  It was a comedy but unfortunately I didn't have time to really watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems though that summer has finally come to us in Michigan.    Glen Lake this year was very nice.  the weather literally on either side of our week was poopy so we were truly blessed with great weather.  This year, M, E, MHM and I stayed in a single cabin on the grounds.  The kids have some difficulty sleeping so we really didn't want to be a burden on others.  The cabin was quaint and probably not up to the standards of many people.  As first I looked at it, I wrinkled my nose but then rationalized that had we been in another state on our own for vacation, I would have thought it charming and cozy.  The difference is that the rest of the family were in the familiar newer, cleaner and modern units.  It really turned out just fine and we never did see any bugs that would not have been in any of the other units.  We had fun but are assuredly looking for the larger unit next year.  Cozy it certainly was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week included many hours on the beach and in the water.  The kids loved the sand and by week end, could not be dragged from the water.  The kids had so much fun playing with their friends with so many things to do.  I tried several times to get E out on either a kayak or paddle boat but no going.  Thankfully she loved uncle S's boat and both she and MHM got out back with me on the tube and went for a ride.  One morning, we headed to Glen Haven to the beach there for some rock hunting and of course sand castles.  We were able to bury cousin J up to his neck with GMa's help and had a very nice time.  Another morning we endeavoured to go to the Dune Climb.  I went up with MHM to over the first big hump but he seemed to want to go so I turned around to see what M and E were up to.  E decided she didn't want to play anywhere other than the base of the dune so we did that for a bit then headed to the shade for a picnic.  Uncle B, GMa, J and L did a bit more hiking but finally caught up with us on the Pierce Stocking drive where E was a bit more interested to play while MHM slept in the car.  On Friday M and I got the kids ready early and were at the Putt Putt by 10 am.  We figured this would be the best for us and it turned out very well.  with a 1 1/2 and a 3yr old, we were happy to make it through the first nine holes mostly uninterrupted.  After hole nine, we took a rest and ate some popcorn and MHM and I watched some pipe fitters work with an excavator putting in a sewage system, MHM loved all that!  M and E played some games (mostly running and jumping) on the rest of the course and ultimately we all got to the end with good behavior by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M was very nice to me and helped me get away for 3 1/2 hrs to do the kayak trip down the Crystal river which was certainly a highlight for me.  I was able to get out for one and maybe two runs with MHM, (I don't quite remember) and also took E souvenir shopping where I got them both a hat and a sign for their bedroom door and E got an outdoor throwing toy at my gentle urging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evenings were nice with someone else on duty for dinner each night.  They were all fabulous meals and the deserts even better.  Several times, M broke out some craft stuff to keep the kids busy and I believe all activities went over well.  As I am sure some of the moms and myself included, thank you for doing it M!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topics are 4th of July then Maine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-7855526561847981090?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/7855526561847981090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=7855526561847981090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7855526561847981090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7855526561847981090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-sweet-old-summertime.html' title='In the Sweet Old Summertime'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-3093259284156323194</id><published>2009-06-04T07:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:55:26.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>It certainly feels better when I feel I have something to say. Im pretty sure though that I have missed many opportunities to share fun and nice things of my family. Well, MHM and E are growing more each day and it is hard to pay attention to the things that slowly disappear from their actions but easier to notice new kidisms as they appear. It is also so hard to just pay attention to your loved ones when as we know that every time we breathe is a precious miracle. M is having a quick medical proceedure done today and I slept while she readied for it. It makes me wonder how many opportunities we may all have left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of that. As I ready the kids for school, I wish I had the chance to walk with them every day. I believe it is a nice chance to be together albeit for 20 or so minutes but we get to talk about what we see and about the weather of the day or maybe what we are looking forward to. It is also nice to stop and say a morning prayer to the Mother Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few weeks, I hope to have some time to discuss two very important vacations. First comes Glen Lake, then Uncle Ed's in Maine. Both of these should be nice in two spectacular locations. I am wishing for warm weather soon which should enhance both. It has been a bit cold lately so we.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go, MHM has just stepped up to a new phase. while readying his cinnamon toast sticks, he clambered up onto E's normal chair and that is where he ate his breakfast. Oh how time slides by. Don't forget to enjoy each moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-3093259284156323194?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/3093259284156323194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=3093259284156323194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3093259284156323194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3093259284156323194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/06/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-8138587027863221786</id><published>2009-04-26T06:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:34:34.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping hands</title><content type='html'>This morning, up a bit early with MHM, I was trying to be quiet as to not wake any others. COFFEE!  This was going to be necessary at 6am so I had a video in for MHM to my and headed for the kitchen.  I poured the beans and commenced to grinding.  To my delight MHM came running with hands up in the air to "help" do the "coffee dance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHM has only done this a few times as he seemed a bit afraid of it but I guess he must be a little more fearless in his old age.  It does make me happy that my silly little antics which make me happy can be shared by the kids and hopefully make them more adventuresome to do their own goofy things in life and not be embarrassed.  I guess though that I should keep things like the coffee dance in our own home lest someone think I'm any stranger than I am already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-8138587027863221786?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/8138587027863221786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=8138587027863221786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8138587027863221786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8138587027863221786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/04/helping-hands.html' title='Helping hands'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2004687413648330463</id><published>2009-03-23T08:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:36:18.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it comes</title><content type='html'>Spring is officially here and I can't wait for the temps to moderate.  With the sun up later, it is becoming increasingly difficult to put the kiddies down for bed as they are growing up anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As MHM grows and is now much more aware of what others are doing in the house, it is sometimes sad to see his reaction when someone heads for the door without inviting him.  He will get a very sad look on his face and scramble to look for his coat.  If he finds it, he will come charging at you with it in hand and just break your heart.  He is cute and apparently likes the outdoors.  I am hopeful for lots of time in he yard this spring and summer.  E loves to go out as well which is good.  I can see that somehow I will probably have to build a sand box as that is the first order of business when in the back yard.  I'll maybe try to have GPa help in this but i should get crackin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is here and I need to get a big list put together or it may be that nothing gets done...  Gimme some motivation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2004687413648330463?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2004687413648330463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2004687413648330463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2004687413648330463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2004687413648330463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-it-comes.html' title='Here it comes'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2779296124848364011</id><published>2009-02-23T16:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:53:32.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell someone who cares</title><content type='html'>Of late, we have had a lot of things that any family with kids knows is just part of having little sprouts. This is no help when after sleepless (interrupted) nights and more than an earful of whining and screaming. This once again is most likely no surprise to parents. It just seems as though that our lot of late is a bit heavy. I know that telling any parent really garners no sympathy and I am sure that they probably look upon the stories as whining in themselves. Sorry!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I am trying to do is say enough is enough. I know it can always be worse but it seems as though everything of late is quite an operation and we are ready for it to slow down and get better. It is odd though, as I look at it and try to be objective, it really is not all that much but we just want to have a little normalcy and a moment to ourselves to use two free movie tickets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry M if this doesn't fit for you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2779296124848364011?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2779296124848364011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2779296124848364011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2779296124848364011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2779296124848364011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-late-we-have-had-lot-of-things-that.html' title='Tell someone who cares'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-5730470090346085298</id><published>2009-02-13T16:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:43:30.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of being Lamby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SZXoeUvKNiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/iPga43ZD1dU/s1600-h/MHM+&amp;amp;+Lamby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302399743958857250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SZXoeUvKNiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/iPga43ZD1dU/s320/MHM+%26+Lamby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a few months now, I would say that MHM now has a dependency on his little partially stuffed lamb. This lamb was given by family friends and we more or less at that time were forcing it on him looking for him to create a comfort bond. Mission accomplished! MHM now had a dependency on this lamb as though it were an illicit drug. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lamby has several adventures from spending the night in the public library parking lot and getting run over to as of late trying to stay behind at day care to maybe do after hours cleaning??? Well anyway the short and simple of it is that now this little lamb has an integral part in MHM's life. The comfort is there and the friendship too. Lamby goes almost every where MHM goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This friendship has created all out frantic searches for Lamby as bed time approaches. It is always quite amazing where Lamby will turn up next. Under beds, behind easels, in E's room and every once in a while down in the basement. As time has progressed, the proximity of Lamby and MHM has a direct correlation on how M and I will rest for the evening. On a night when Lamby eluded us and spent the night at "School", we tried a substitute Lamby (well worn and flattened hippo) to know avail. After that attempt, a dish rag was tried. On any given day, he likes to carry around dish rags but given bed time and being handed this in stead of Lamby, he just gave it a quick glance and tossed it aside very matter of factly as if asking "Who are you trying to fool??". Needless to say, the evening was rough for M and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have our work cut out for us keeping Lamby alive and well. He gets quite a bit of abuse but now it is known that Lamby msut survive for all our sakes. No if ands or buts, there is no question of "the importance of being Lamby"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-5730470090346085298?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/5730470090346085298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=5730470090346085298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5730470090346085298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5730470090346085298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/02/importance-of-being-lamby.html' title='The importance of being Lamby'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SZXoeUvKNiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/iPga43ZD1dU/s72-c/MHM+%26+Lamby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-5998651849929399980</id><published>2009-01-30T07:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:53:25.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame</title><content type='html'>We have an Island kitchen with two entry / exit points.  I listen carefully for plodding foot steps and try to go the other way (sometimes quickly) in order to get things accomplished about the house or to just get a moments rest from the kids.  Through my own fault I am sure, I have made MHM especially crave being picked up when ever he sees me.  Whether I am in the middle of something or not, he sees me and automatically he raises his arms in anticipation.  When he is tired, hungry or just needy, he'll wobble toward you arms raised in an almost Frankensteinesque fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this is cute to see, it just means I am in demand and sometimes that is just too much!  I once again recognize that I mostly created this situation but hey, with something as darn stinkin' cute as MHM stalking you down, it is hard not to pick him up and gnaw on any available part of his body!  It's especially great to hear a most wonderful giggle and laugh escape him as his neck is kissed and raspberried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this all adds to my SHAME that I actually run from and away from him through one of the available escape routs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame, Shame, Shame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-5998651849929399980?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/5998651849929399980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=5998651849929399980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5998651849929399980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5998651849929399980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/01/shame.html' title='Shame'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-6090294616861397720</id><published>2009-01-29T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:36:49.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His-story</title><content type='html'>Apparently my dad has for some time been writing his memoirs.  I and M are very happy to get any and all history and nostalgic items we can.  Well, in his spare time, my dad has recreated his childhood farm, the first house he and mom built in Mt Pleasant as well as the cottage at Houghton Lake  (of which I am very nostalgic for myself and have hopes for my kids to have wonderful memories of) in miniature scale..  So far dad has written 80 plus pages and had recently went to Kinkos to make copies for each family.  These pages are filled of his recollections of farm life and such.  I haven't read any of it yet but am anticipating it.  I remember "the farm" from a limited stand point as I was only very young when we were still able to visit there before Great Gma passed in 1976.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M has also been prodding questions from Gma pertaining to a book in which the author (Gma and Gpa) were supposed to write their answers to canned memory jogging questions themselves.  Well, Gma has R.A. and writing is not really an option so it is great but will take a long time to get a full book full.  Regardless, We really like family history and are determined to get as much as we can before there are the inevitable regret statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for now, this blog will be the start of my memories of which I do hope to continue so that my kids don't have to bother me later to pry out old stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-6090294616861397720?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/6090294616861397720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=6090294616861397720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6090294616861397720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6090294616861397720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-story.html' title='His-story'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-8342902461922687846</id><published>2009-01-27T11:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:42:14.658-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houghton Lake w.e. log book'/><title type='text'>TUT &amp; MHM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SX81JrVsyAI/AAAAAAAAAWc/bPnTIqQT5i8/s1600-h/100_8356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296010127179827202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SX81JrVsyAI/AAAAAAAAAWc/bPnTIqQT5i8/s320/100_8356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 TUT is here and gone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; was part of it for a second year and this year was more able to enjoy and be part of it. Though limited by his cold weather gear, which to borrow a movie sound bite "...he looked like a tick that might pop!" Accuracy of the quote might be questionable but the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; was double layered made his mobility mostly impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I headed north Friday afternoon with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt;. M and E were staying home to do crafts, a sled race and more crafts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was blowy and snowy with the temperature expected to drop dramatically from the upper 20's to 0. With that knowledge, I was wondering whether we would be able to do TUT at all. After getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; settled in for the evening, I was ready for some relaxation. B, A and kids showed up shortly after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; went down so we talked a bit and tried to get a plan for Saturday while talking to others on the phone. P and his son N came up from Fla. so it was certainly intended to meet up with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday came beautifully though quite cold but the wind subsided so it looked as though going to the TUT site would work. With a high of maybe 12 or 13*F, it was still chilly. As seen above, I jammed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; into some extra clothes and we headed out. He seemed quite content to stay in my arms but was pointing everywhere when he would see something that was interesting. When we found the group, he put his arms out for Uncle B and P to hold which lessened my fatigue. The site was abuzz and that is good as apparently the first w.e. was snowy, blowy and quite cold. This is not anything to complain about as this is what people seek when attending a Winter Carnival. I enjoyed walking the site and recognized many looks at my little guy. As handsome as he is, he deserves peoples full attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SX9LpBhIQeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EvK3i0MFKiE/s1600-h/100_8366+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296034854965101026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SX9LpBhIQeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EvK3i0MFKiE/s320/100_8366+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlights were taking him up the ladder to the ice slide then posing for a picture on the what I call the "Official" snow creation of TUT site. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; was quite in awe of this giant being, I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; imagine what he thought of this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the excitement of the site really tired him out and he slept for nearly 3 hours when we got home, Yeah Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon waking, it was almost diner time so I fed him and we readied to go the closing firework show of TUT. We went on the ice to meet D, J and kids, P and son and of course B, A and kids. The show was quite a sight and I feel that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; probably had the best angle view of it. After the show, the group was intent on heading to Elbow Lake Bar with every kid in tow. I of course did go home and put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; down for the night. I ended up piling in with P and son for the drive. By the time we made it to the destination, N was sacked out and quite content and very certain that he would NOT get out of the car, so P and I ended up heading back to H.L. and parting ways for the w.e.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday came early as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; was restless from 2 am all the way until 11am. He was over tired and a bit cranky. We went to the 9:30am - 11am mass where I had to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; to the back as he was tired and fidgety. He was tired and crashed immediately upon getting in the car on the way home. As a result of this nap, I did however manage a 1 hour visit to D's nearby home to see what was up as of late. When getting home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; was soon to wake so he definitely did not get an adequate nap. After he awoke, I cleaned and packed a bit then took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; over to some long time family friends and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; and I went visiting to D &amp;amp; W's. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed the little doggies and little dog toys about the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;picking&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt;, we went home and kicked it into high gear in order to get home to M and E. When we arrived home, M had a meal ready to sit down to and a short while latter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; was all in and ready for sleep. All in all the w.e. was very nice and enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-8342902461922687846?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/8342902461922687846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=8342902461922687846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8342902461922687846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8342902461922687846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/01/tut-mhm.html' title='TUT &amp; MHM'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SX81JrVsyAI/AAAAAAAAAWc/bPnTIqQT5i8/s72-c/100_8356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-1822081131194337327</id><published>2009-01-22T14:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:38:17.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelic ??   Of course!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, it's just E! Today I got the kiddies ready for church and school. We try our best to do this every Thursday with varying degrees of success. With E now potty trained (more or less), I was sure that as she went to the potty before we left, we would be saved this duty at church. Not so! Well, after entrusting MHM to Gma and Gpa, the two of us went off to the potty. It was as I expected, a false call though she thought it was #2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we left, we were nearing the middle of the mass where E likes to participate. We made it back for all of the important prayers, giving of "Peace" and singing of several songs. Today, E really belted out the "Alleluia" and the first part of the "Our Father" (now sung in three verses with a common refrain). She really took everyone delightedly by surprise with loud and clear song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her volume level was certainly high and we had many glances in our direction but I let her continue. At the end of mass, several people came by to acknowledge and praise E's effort. E grinned shyly but I think she really thought it was great to have people come and engage her. I know that Father J would appreciate such enthusiasm from the school kids! I am hopeful I might get some input from her school music teacher as to how to offer constructive criticism to a not yet 3 year old who desires to sing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God love ya E!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-1822081131194337327?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/1822081131194337327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=1822081131194337327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1822081131194337327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1822081131194337327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/01/angelic.html' title='Angelic ??   Of course!!!'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-1767840394213749996</id><published>2009-01-21T07:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:21:01.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gook</title><content type='html'>Gook gook gook! MHM will excitedly repeat this as he stalks you down waving a book in the air in front of him. Gook is a pretty good word coming from him. He is adding new sounds and noises seemingly each day. He has Momma, dadda, this, fish, uhoh, that, (Ooot; added today as M reminded me of it last night) and maybe a few others. The sign language is a bit more or at least complimentary with his language skills. Yes, this is another gushing entry of how darn smrt our kids are. MHM even today actually said BOOK with a discernible B. When asked where is the book, Lambykins or many other objects, he definitely understands what we or he is after albeit I believe he knows full well the word NO but true to kids, ignores you completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When M asked him this past afternoon whether he wanted to eat, he headed right for his chair to eat. Once again, very smrt and a man after my own stomach. I think he loves to eat as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking MHM and E to play group for some time now and today I took only MHM as he was banned from school for a nonexistent temperature. He really seemed to enjoy my attention and really seemed proud of himself as he stood on a stool to get to the sensory table. This week, it was some very fine red sand and he really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that MHM is more aware of what is happening, we are starting to read him books before putting him down to sleep. He really enjoys touch books especially ones with animals or bugs. This evening, we read several books but he was fidgety so I said some quick prayers and laid him in his bed. He did not just flop over like so often so I knew I had to go find lamby. When I returned, he was lying on his side with his eyes open but the second he had lamby snuggled to his chin, he rolled over contented and ready to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest well little man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-1767840394213749996?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/1767840394213749996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=1767840394213749996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1767840394213749996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1767840394213749996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/01/gook.html' title='Gook'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-4205913952867654567</id><published>2009-01-11T09:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:53:14.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MHM updates</title><content type='html'>MHM is growing so quickly.....  He is now well after his bout with pneumonia and we are getting out and having fun.  As a side note, I think it has been almost a week since I have pulled out a tissue and wiped a nose!  Oh my gosh, we are for most likely a brief moment disease free!!  yeah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as part of our getting out, yesterday in the midst of a pretty major snow storm, ventured a trip to Flint to the Children's Museum.  We arrived early enough so we were able to do most of the good stuff unhindered.  As the day went on, there were several parties so the crowd really grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHM was all into this whole experience and really seemed to enjoy walking about all the different activities.  He mostly liked to grab small toys and relocate them to other parts of the museum.  He had fun in the music room banging on chimes and carrying the spoon.  Then after a quick lunch, we finally headed to M's favorite spot in the whole place.  The Supermarket and Bistro.  MHM enjoyed filling the tiny shopping carts and shoving them any and everywhere.  When the area got a bit too active, I headed him for the tots area.  There were tunnels, mats and the ever favorite "popcorn pusher".  He is so mobile and so alert and just such a great little boy.  I am so proud to have a little sprout like him and can only imagine what the future holds for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHM, you are such a joy!  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-4205913952867654567?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/4205913952867654567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=4205913952867654567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4205913952867654567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4205913952867654567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/01/mhm-updates.html' title='MHM updates'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-8784908505803809320</id><published>2009-01-08T10:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:03:55.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in the delivery</title><content type='html'>E has quite a way with expression when she is feeling well, is happy and mostly wants something very badly.  last evening though she expressed interest in a certain large box that showed up in our Family room.  She asked M in a cutesy way what it was all about.  When M melted at E's expression and little face, she was hoping E would repeat it to me in the same way.  M directed E that the box was daddies and she should ask me what it was.  Well, E didn't repeat the same question but instead asked a bit shyly, "Daddy, do you RECOGNIZE that big box?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should this spectacular little not even 3 year old even know the word RECOGNIZE let alone unprompted use it in a totally correct context???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we keep writing with astonishment about our little E and hope others will forgive us but then again, this blog is for us anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a bit more bragging is in order, because I want to, E is now learning prayers and songs from church.  What a super special little girl we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E has also now started her journey into going on the potty.  She has mastered the pee pee but the poo poo is still a bit of a stinking point.  She is really doing well and now hardly needs the special incentive of chocolate or candy corns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as her parents have to RECOGNIZE that she is still just a little sprout and has to learn a lot more for herself.  We hope we can keep encouraging her and still let her be the cute girlie that we both hoped for before she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of LOVE TO YOU E!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-8784908505803809320?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/8784908505803809320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=8784908505803809320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8784908505803809320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8784908505803809320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-in-delivery.html' title='It&apos;s in the delivery'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-3539721760771499252</id><published>2009-01-05T15:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:52:31.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>The Christmas season has passed and I am going to try to get back to writing. The season was very enjoyable with the kids and the true winter weather. We had in the weeks leading up to Christmas, lots of snow adding up to more than a foot on the ground. This lasted until the day after when we had a complete melt down which kept us from going up north for several reasons. One of which I am very happy to say I think I took care of in August when I had a contractor add two sump pumps to the Burton Ave. duplexes. We didn't flood here or there so staying home to worry was not great but we didn't flood and we didn't sit around in the miserable weather staring at each other. Oh and by the way, we found that the kids were both sick and MHM finally was diagnosed with Pneumonia and an ear infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all though E really grasped the idea of Christmas as we were sure to tell her of the birth of Jesus and how we celebrate his birth and how Santa helps us celebrate his birthday. We watched more Christmas specials than I am sure E really wanted, but when given the only choice, she seemed mostly happy to watch even the old stuff with SCARY stuff. I from the beginning told her that the Abominable snowman in Rudolf was really a nice monster but he just didn't have any friends. The "no friends" theme seemed to work well for most of the shows and their villains and now has reached her other shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHM really was good and having him walking was a treat and nothing got broken until just recently. He seemed to enjoy the same ornament which plays "Up on the rooftop" which E danced to last year. Once again, the big hit for Christmas was the packaging. The kids got plenty of good stuff and we even got "Family" gifts in order to stop any territory disputes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a joy to see E's eyes and expression when she realized that Santa had indeed come to our house. I almost teared up it was so darn cute. Santa ate a big chunk of the cookie left for him and drank all the milk which E must have felt validated the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's was a high energy evening much like many past and we are very happy that it continued (for all but 1 in Punta Cana) I believe a tradition of over 40 years that I am aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M for obvious reasons wished for years past and lamented lost traditions. I have many of my traditions yet in place and have hope they stay for many years. I do however hope that M, myself, E and MHM will create our own lasting and loving traditions. Those with family are very important but we must as our own family now enjoy each other and create lasting memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is lots of rambling but I hope to find more time in the near future to collect my thoughts and get back to a more regular posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-3539721760771499252?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/3539721760771499252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=3539721760771499252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3539721760771499252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3539721760771499252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-season-has-passed-and-i-am.html' title='The Holidays in a nutshell'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-5369573427060734257</id><published>2008-12-09T17:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:32:27.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three weeks</title><content type='html'>The past three plus weeks have been but a blur.  With M able to get away to N.Y. to spend time with her sister P before her untimely passing.  I can't really relate it all except that the adage of "what is important will get done" is holding very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a quick trip to N.Y. for the celebration of P's life and a day of rest afterward, I came back to an empty house as M and the kids stayed with family for Thanksgiving day.  Other than work, I didn't have much to do (in a sense) so my major focus was to get the house ready for Christmas.  I knew that regardless of recent events, that we would celebrate the season and hope to bud some interest of it into E and maybe MHM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree and village were up for their arrival the day after Turkeyday.  Though that was a travel day, E showed great joy at the tree and I was sure that decorating would also be a great hit.  E was allowed to help with the decoration and we placed several kid friendly items about to make her feel as though she had some freedom to enjoy all the stuff.  So far, her and MHM are keeping a healthy respect for the "pretties" and everything is good.  I have now finished the exterior illumination (of which I think was easy and looks great) and now, I hope to be able to slow down even another notch as I get ready to finish out the last part of the year with an extended Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope M can get some time to relax and enjoy our kids and also reflect on happier times with her family and keep as many memories alive as possible.  We will all miss Aunt P and Grandpa O but making sure we remember the meatballs he made and way P loved ALL of Christmas will hopefully keep us going so we can rejoice with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-5369573427060734257?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/5369573427060734257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=5369573427060734257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5369573427060734257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5369573427060734257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/12/three-weeks.html' title='Three weeks'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-7835729827944634561</id><published>2008-12-09T16:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:12:03.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MHM is1</title><content type='html'>As this year has come to pass, MHM has turned as year old.  One year ago today (plus leap year day) at 3:01 am he came to us and has been mostly a right good little fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems mostly content and good natured but of course he has his moments as we all do.  When he started school, he was immediately comfortable and seemed to really enjoy it.  We are thankful for that and so many things about him and his sis E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHM is truly moving about the house freely and it is interesting to listen to him make noises in all sorts of places.  When he hears you coming, he will quickly come to where you are and plead on folded knees and out stretched arms for you to pick him up.  He is still needy and rightly so as we must of course share time with both kids.  Anyway, he is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a birthday party for him on Sunday with some friends and family.  He was totally the center of the show and had a great time with his cup-cake and opening his presents.  The bottom of the tree is littered with all of his new acquisitions and we wonder where to put any new stuff that will be coming in just a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy is another very smart kid.  He is doing quite well with motor skills as well as learning to communicate either with sign or verbally.  We are pleased with his progress over the year and are truly blessed with these kids.  It is so exciting to watch both grow, but this MHM will be a bright spot for me as I cherish the time he allows me to hold him and actually nap with him or just snuggle where sissy E has not ever been able to slow down enough to enjoy a quiet moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU MHM!  I love you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-7835729827944634561?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/7835729827944634561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=7835729827944634561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7835729827944634561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7835729827944634561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/12/mhm-is1.html' title='MHM is1'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2981485673683958885</id><published>2008-11-18T13:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:31:32.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Honor</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the grave side service of George and what turned out to be his wife Jeanne. George passed away on Nov 4th. Jeanne passed away nearly two years ago, very near the day of their 58th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a pleasure knowing and learning from him. I know that he loved his wife very much and is now with her as well as their son. For as much pain as these things give me, I am drawn to have my closure. The scripture is peaceful and lets us know that our beloved is now at peace. It is amazing how I see people keep their composure (I can't) at an Honor Guard when Taps is played and the Rifle salute is made. What an honor to be present for those who had given so much of their life and talent and for those who were killed in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was certainly a small gathering. Before hand, I met his nephew and maybe a distant relative so we recalled some of Georges favorite things. At the service, was G's home nurse who helped take care of J when she had Alzheimer's then cared some for G, doing laundry and miscellaneous stuff. It was nice to know that G did appreciate me, as I did him. I will always remember him and cherish our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obituary follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SSMJWJ1cseI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mk3yR1uA5Io/s1600-h/CLS_Lobits_SeidleinG1_eps_234149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270066265155482082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SSMJWJ1cseI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mk3yR1uA5Io/s320/CLS_Lobits_SeidleinG1_eps_234149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George H. Seidlein&lt;br /&gt;Major George H. Seidlein Mason A loving father and grandfather was born December 8, 1919, in San Francisco, CA; died November 4, 2008, at the age of 88. George was a highly decorated Pilot with the U.S. Air Force for 22 years and was a veteran of WWII and the Korean War. He was employed with National Transportation Safety Board for 20 years. George was preceded in death by Jeanne Seidlein, his beloved wife of 58 years, and son Geoffrey Seidlein. Surviving are his grandchildren, Anne Seidlein and Patrick Seidlein, and sister Doris Peckovich. Services will be announced at a later date. The family is being served by the Gorsline-Runciman Funeral Homes, Mason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2981485673683958885?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2981485673683958885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2981485673683958885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2981485673683958885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2981485673683958885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/11/honor.html' title='An Honor'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SSMJWJ1cseI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mk3yR1uA5Io/s72-c/CLS_Lobits_SeidleinG1_eps_234149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2433981905606056692</id><published>2008-11-13T23:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:50:48.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E and little things</title><content type='html'>E is a lot like M in the appreciation of little things and an imagination for how to enjoy them.  E does this very funny and cute thing while reading books, she will see a cute and cuddly and small animal and pretend to pick it out of the book and hold it in her hand to pet and caress.  M certainly enjoys this as do I.  It is really fun to see what a vivid imagination E has.  I just can't even begin to explain what level of understanding and comprehension she has...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M related a story this evening about how she was able to capture E's attention to the moon rising outside our back door.  M had E take note of the rising moon and shortly there after, M made an exaggerated movement to, like E with tinny book animals, grab the moon out of the sky and swallowed it up.  E immediately stated that the moon was not for eating but that it was meant to be in the sky!!  Yay, I am so happy that she loves the moon as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is also starting to show  some affection toward MHM.  She is sharing banklets, replacing toys (previously ripped from his hands) with other toys and generally being concerned with his well being.  She is also very caring and concerned for when MHM cries and comes to give a nice gentle hug.  As a matter of fact, she is doing that for us all when we may not quite feel as we would like to.  She is still of course young but she is really enjoying MHM's company and companionship while playing.  Now with MHM just days away from all out walking and running, I am sure their relationship will take yet another turn, one that I hope is good for all involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great time with these two spectacular kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2433981905606056692?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2433981905606056692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2433981905606056692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2433981905606056692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2433981905606056692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-and-little-things.html' title='E and little things'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2969228605626924753</id><published>2008-11-11T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:46:53.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mile stones and markers</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a busy two plus weeks with elections of presidents (Obama over McCain),  passing of friends, visits from family and notably MHM taking some very courageous first steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elections were for me marked with the passing of G.  He had been I am sure, depressed since his son had passed  in April as well as suffering from congenital heart failure.  I had the day off from work (to encourage voting for the approved union candidate) so after I had dropped the kiddies off at school I went to vote shortly there after.  Early in the day as it was, I  had several stops to make, and one was Dobie, to see G.  When I arrived, I was met by one of the nurse aides who shook my hand.  I knew immediately what had happened.  I walked to G's room where I found his nurse cleaning out his belongings.  I held my composure for all but a few moments and talked with her for a time.  I asked how he went, peacefully!    We both remarked how we would miss him, and I remarked how he most likely didn't really want to stay around if his dear Republican party got trounced as was the case.  It was a grand day, fitting for a day to check out.  I will miss you G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day I busied myself enough to half way forget about G as I didn't want to tell M until I saw her myself.  We had made earlier plans to go eat sans kids so we decided on Old Chicago for a beer and some trivia.  It was nice and quite odd not having to take care of E and MHM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week went quickly in anticipation of Aunt E, Uncle E, cousins E and S.  They were in town for the MSU / Purdue football game.  With little detail, it was a really nice w.e. for all I think.  There were of course crafts, good food from M, fires in the fire place and even the first snow which made both E and MHM Ooooo and Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHM's 11 month bday was Sunday, and he all but took off walking.  He is really close.  He spent quite some time just practicing standing and pushing his little car.  He is just exploding daily with new excitement, wonder amazement at what the world so far has to offer him.  What a cutie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2969228605626924753?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2969228605626924753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2969228605626924753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2969228605626924753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2969228605626924753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/11/mile-stones-and-markers.html' title='Mile stones and markers'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-7928615948561897456</id><published>2008-11-01T08:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:40:12.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 08</title><content type='html'>Halloween 08 was Fantastic!!! It started out warm and stayed that way past Trick or Treat. We got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GPa&lt;/span&gt; to come over to hand out our candy so we all could go out with Aunt L, K and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GMa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M had been coaching E on T o T etiquette for a few days and she had it down cold. Polite and concise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm was here, so we suited up and headed out to the neighbors. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; was decked out in a lion costume, absolutely cute as a lion. E was dressed as a butterfly (or barfly, as was understood by many), equally as cute and full of go go go! C and A our neighbors across the street were decked in their festive roles. C as always was a witch from the north, inviting you to have dinner with her. Boiled worms (which E chose) or something else. E did a good job understanding the idea was to pretend the candy was one of the diner choices. We then headed toward aunt L's house where we would meet up with the rest. Quite a way off, E recognized K as a little bumble bee and shrieked with joy. Yes, K was absolutely a doll in her costume. We did about 8 or 10 houses with them before K was more or less ready to call it a night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GMa&lt;/span&gt; stayed with them as cousin H was to arrive soon, so that left just the four of us for the duration. As we made our way house after house, E was mostly polite though preoccupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you! Daddy, can we go top the next house??" Those words would come out while her hand was still in the candy dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; was taking it all in, he was watching E and checking out all of the cool costumes, maybe choosing his for next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great idea of mulled wine in my coffee cup, so I had something to enjoy during this outing. The weather as stated was perfect, and for what is is worth, we even saw quite a few bats flying about. I find it interesting that in the back of my mind thought we would be home in plenty of time to hand out candy to "bigger kids" but after visiting with neighbors and just plain enjoying the evening, the bit more than 1/2 mile loop of our block took nearly the whole two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politely, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GPa&lt;/span&gt; said that he saw some very nice kids and enjoyed his evenings assignment. He stayed around a bit to see what E got in her bag of goodies. As he was out the door, I tossed him two mini Snickers bars as payment. Small change for the priceless function he provided so we could together enjoy a wonderful Halloween 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-7928615948561897456?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/7928615948561897456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=7928615948561897456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7928615948561897456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7928615948561897456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-08-was-fantastic-it-started.html' title='Halloween 08'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-1971573086869894043</id><published>2008-10-29T18:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:52:32.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice AND Scarry</title><content type='html'>Today E surprised and scared me (for her own sake) as she stated "I'm just like you daddy!"  Wow, very powerful and very frightful words to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerful and nice to know that at 2.5 years, E still sees me as someone to look up to and emulate.  I know that coming from a toddler, this may seem trivial however I will take what I can now for the future may not hold such willing compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frightful and scary that my E might turn out to be anything like me.  I am just hoping for her that what ever part of me she may exhibit, that it may be some of my few but tolerable traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember correctly, the statement came from E after pointing out a particularly pretty tree in full Autumn color.  I have been half jokingly for weeks, pointing out the splendor of fall and how much I like it.  M likens it to force feeding and states that I will probably drive E in the opposite direction.  Well, if that is true, then she will certainly hate Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-1971573086869894043?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/1971573086869894043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=1971573086869894043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1971573086869894043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1971573086869894043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/10/nice-and-scarry.html' title='Nice AND Scarry'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-1913696264011643231</id><published>2008-10-20T18:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:22:53.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>Today M shared a bit of really nice news with me regarding E.  She said that E's teacher called to tell her that E was being just the most polite, caring, happy and every thing you could ever ask for in a kid.  This mini report card sure does wonders for how you're doing when you raise a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out the door this morning, E started to whine that she wanted her flowered jacket.  I countered that she had to wear the one she had on because it was cold outside.  She continued her whine so I gave her a choice.  To wear the heavy jacket and walk to school or to wear the flowered jacket and drive to school.  She looked at me for a short moment and resounded with a hearty Walk to school!  So we did.  It was a nice walk and a bit more brisk paced than normal as E had me hold her while I pushed MHM.  I was glad of that because both kids have hacking coughs and enough snot to float a boat, so I didn't feel so bad that they were out in the elements for too long.  It really was quite a nice morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHM is such an even keel, I have to just mention that he is part of what we do, but of course E overshadows him when we are together.  I will say that I got a chance to video him walking behind a play car / walker for kids.  He can do it well and I am very proud that he is also such an excellent kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-1913696264011643231?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/1913696264011643231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=1913696264011643231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1913696264011643231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1913696264011643231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/10/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-6732078080695049262</id><published>2008-10-20T18:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:52:14.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prompted by nature or not??</title><content type='html'>These past three weeks have been very busy with the home renovation and all.  Most all complete other than figuring out what to do with all the stuff we accumulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking advantage of the Autumn weather with the kids as much as I have had oportunity to do so, including pre-lunch visits to hear the H.. Marching band then stop by the park to swing, slide and crawl in the wood chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E and I had a grand old time Sunday in a leaf pile M, E and Gma started in the front yard.  It was classic stuff like you'd see on a well put together TV commercial.  I was tossing E in the air and gently letting her fall to the middle of the pile, then that got old for her so she screamed for me to throw her into the trees.  She really likes that thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this TV commercial thing, I find it funny and maybe a bit sad, but I often have an image in mind  of how something is supposed to look or how a situation is supposed to unfold.  I don't know if you can knock them but the ad people sometimes get a feeling just right and that is what I am sure they get paid big dollars for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of where my idea of a fun time with E came from, that half hour in the yard, though tiring, was a picture perfect moment of how Autumn is supposed to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-6732078080695049262?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/6732078080695049262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=6732078080695049262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6732078080695049262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6732078080695049262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/10/prompted-by-nature-or-not.html' title='Prompted by nature or not??'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2554627367478609091</id><published>2008-10-13T21:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:15:06.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In good form</title><content type='html'>On Sunday we loaded up the kids and headed for St Johns and the annual Pumpkin Festival where we promised E she could do a race.  The weather was just perfect for a short dash as was her event with temps in the 70's and sunny.  When we got to the park E was excited about the race but really only had one goal in mind, "That really big yellow slide".  We had plenty of time to play beforehand so that is where we headed as M got E registered.  She had loads of fun on the playground equipment while I dragged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; about on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race time!  M took E over to the start line and I am sure gave her a good pep talk on how to best win the race.  Trip, gouge, push and shove.  OK, maybe not quite like that.  I didn't see the start of the race  as I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; but heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; roar of excitement as the kids bolted out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chute&lt;/span&gt;.  E took off and really showed great form and whooshed past me with nary a glance in my direction.  You could tell she was very focused on chasing down the kids and showing them what she was made of.  As the dash was around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;perimeter&lt;/span&gt; of a fenced in Pumpkin Patch, when E got to the end, she blew through the throngs of other kids and the parents congratulating them and did what I am sure was a "Victory" lap.  This time around, she saw me at the corner and came to give me a quick hug before setting off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; the lap.  Once she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; finish for the second time, M scooped her up and brought her to me for a chance to heap on more praise which I did with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her event was a kids 1K. We went down to the finish line to watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;entrants&lt;/span&gt; as they finished, and E was taking a cue from those around her by clapping and cheering as they crossed the finish line.  She seemed to enjoy that very much as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her prize, she got a T-shirt, donut and cider.  I don't know if she realized what she got but I think just participating was enough for her.  E was just happy, smiling and enjoying her moment after "wining" the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure did E!  Congrats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2554627367478609091?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2554627367478609091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2554627367478609091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2554627367478609091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2554627367478609091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-good-form.html' title='In good form'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-430924235044116222</id><published>2008-10-10T18:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:35:24.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starring into the sky</title><content type='html'>Today started very nicely in Autumn speak.  The morning was crisp but warmed at a steady pace.  My thoughts were to get the kids moving as early as possible as I have some project work looming.  E was in a fine mood but she didn't eat much so I knew I would have some trouble.  MHM was up early and went back down for a nap before M went to work after 8 some time.  With his nap going well, I got a chance to move some of the furniture around that has been displaced by recent cleaning and renovation necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to have E ready before MHM awoke but it was not to be.  Long story short, We finally made it to Home Depot to look for help with the tile floor project.  We had trouble getting anyone to help who could actually help us but I think what we did helped me in the final progress and both E and MHM were entertained for a time.  I knew that since E loves to help, I would involve her in our outing and that would help her focus.  As we walked in the store, I announced that I needed her help measuring and promptly handed her my tape measure.  From earlier conversation at the house, I showed her the measure and how it worked and because I was busy, managed to hold her off until we got the the store.  She was excited and had a real big smile on her face.  As we walked up the aisle, she told anyone who might listen that "I am going to help my daddy measure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sure is a big and capable little girl...  She makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, MHM was kind of a cheer leader from his car seat.  He was wide awake and screeching a bit from time to time.  Hmmm, wonder why know one would help us???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing was pretty good as we left so I headed for the park.  When I announced to E that that was our destination, she wanted to go to a "BIG PARK" instead of the "regular park".  I informed her that we could go to the regular park or go home, she quickly changed her demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was now really really nice and we did most of the same things we'd done on numerous other occasions but today, as my little E grows up and becomes more self reliant and sure of herself, I was able to sit and relax with MHM in the wood chips, starring up into the clear blue sky with one keen eye on my little girl as she climbed step stools to the slide.  I truley believe she ahd a great time as well.  I also think MHM had agreat time watching E dart from area to area and do some of his own exploring with out me grabbing him up to keep him safe or clean.  At the end of it, MHM, I and E were all covered in wood chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great feeling!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-430924235044116222?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/430924235044116222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=430924235044116222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/430924235044116222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/430924235044116222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/10/starring-into-sky.html' title='Starring into the sky'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-1319045347942437862</id><published>2008-09-30T21:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:15:39.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super kid</title><content type='html'>As MHM takes a back seat to E more often than not, I am going to give him the whole lot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a really neat kid!  As I drop him off in his room at school three times a week, he does so with nary a wimper or whine.  I don't know if I should feel bad about that as though he may not care???   Today in his room, I walked in, got him out of his seat, plodded over to the play area, plopped him down and went about my business.  As I was already working with E on putting his stuff away, I heard a dad say from the book shelf bordeering the play area, "so that's it, just plunk him down??"  When I turned to see who was speaking, I noticed him sitting there with a teary eyed little girl.  I said , "yeah that's about it" and went about my business with E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing that is just amazing about him is that he will eat absolutely anything in front of him and plenty of it...  Once again, I wonder if I should feel bad about that, as he has apparently inherited my zest for food.  He is starting to really look like me as people tell me,and I guess I have known that for some time he really doesn't look like M and E does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday we went to the 100th anniversary celebration of GM out at my Delta facility.  Of course E had the majority of the fun but I did let MHM get out of the cart a couple times to stretch his legs and crawl on the grass.  While M had E were over near the habitat tent checking out turtles, I had MHM in my arms and one of the shift leaders took a pic of me and MHM in the tent.  When I got to work today, I found an 8x7 pic that he took.  I was several days very scruffy but MHM makes the pic anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say enough about him other than I am now very glad he turned out to be my son and am all ready proud of everthing he has done and will ever do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-1319045347942437862?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/1319045347942437862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=1319045347942437862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1319045347942437862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1319045347942437862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/09/super-kid.html' title='Super kid'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-1885345113602866049</id><published>2008-09-26T18:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:36:47.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying what time we have left outside</title><content type='html'>With time to myself Mon &amp;amp; Tues, I did some chores about the house, went shopping and mowed the lawn. Wednesday was a nice and busy day with the kids. I decided to go see Mr J at the Library. I had the kids ready by a bit after 10 or so and headed out. E was in a good mood and MHM was well fed. I didn't have E head phones (where is the library bag?) so we played just a few moments with the trains and looked at some books. I found one that M had brought home some time ago by Garrison Keillor. This is a couple of poems about a daddy's and daughters. I like to sing them to E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of nice that Mr J likes E. He made as special point to come and say hi to E and make sure she saw his silly puppy dog hat.  E does seem to garner interest from people as she is quite engaging intellectually for a tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to story time and there was a little bit older girl there who wanted to play rough. E was kind of OK with it and stood her ground several times and asked politely to have her stop grabbing at her more or less. The dad had the same deal as me, two youngsters one walking and one crawling. He did a good job mostly keeping them under control. E was stimulated to bad behavior by watching the other girl as she got in Mr J's pile of puppets as well as running around. It was mostly fine and at the end, Mr J thanked everyone for coming to this "lively story time".  During the books, MHM mostly sat in my lap and watched the happenings and goings on of others. On two occasions, he got off my lap and charged at Mr J as if charging the mound in a baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had in the back of my mind hoped that I timed events for the day right.  As we left, I asked E if she would like to go the the park.  No surprise, she said yes!  The other part I was hoping for was a chance to go again to listen to the marching band at the high school.  Our fortune was true as they were indeed out practicing.  The days selection was the theme from Bonanza and the song currently chosen for a commercial for the national beef (Aaron Copland - Rodeo: Hoe-Down).  We stayed long enough for me to feed MHM and make sure E had a nice time playing in the sandy dirty gutter where it was determined later that she got bitten by a nasty bug, Oooppss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a time, E insisted we go to the park so we did the normal thing there with MHM enjoying his time in the baby swings and crawling in the wood chips.  While there, I called Gma and asked if she wanted to go to lunch and even made her treat as I didn't have my wallet with me.  We went to OCB and had quite a nice meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another nice morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-1885345113602866049?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/1885345113602866049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=1885345113602866049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1885345113602866049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1885345113602866049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/09/enjoying-what-time-we-have-left-outside.html' title='Enjoying what time we have left outside'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2825438656880030064</id><published>2008-09-19T22:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:06:26.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocab</title><content type='html'>So yes, E does have a phenomenal vocabulary and as a treat to myself, I like to throw around as many big word and phrases as I can to see where she may go with them.  She always seems up to the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as referenced in M's blog, I was explaining what MHM was doing in the kitchen as we were changing her diaper.  MHM was whacking on a pie tin so I said that "MHM's a Pot-Whacker", E took that matter-of-factly and we went on.  Minutes later, we were in the living room and she said to me "Daddy, when you get smaller, you can be a pot whacker!".  M heard that from the kitchen and busted out laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really a joy to have E so interested in speech and all its nuances.  She really studies, listens and practices what she hears.  Don't hold me accountable for what she says,  she figures it all out on her own with any of my help...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2825438656880030064?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2825438656880030064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2825438656880030064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2825438656880030064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2825438656880030064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/09/vocab.html' title='Vocab'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-6771396031154990521</id><published>2008-09-18T15:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:31:21.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighting</title><content type='html'>On our way to Play Group Wednesday, I spotted an albino squirel near Cornell Elementary.  I was able to stop the car and I tried to show E but he was then in the forest and mostly out of sight especially to the lower sight line of a todler in a car seat.  That was an interesting sight, I wonder how many home owners have adopted him as their neighborhood mascot???  "I call this one Bitey!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-6771396031154990521?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/6771396031154990521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=6771396031154990521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6771396031154990521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6771396031154990521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/09/sighting.html' title='Sighting'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-7764375759205757581</id><published>2008-09-17T21:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:23:03.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening in</title><content type='html'>As the rain has left, we are back to doing nice outside stuff. Today, with an early goal of Play Group, we got rolling. E had a really nice time there with the sensory table of sand as well as a couple of rockets that shot in the air as you stomped on the foot pump. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; and I played on the floor where there was a soft linkable tile play pad that had a different color and texture to each, pretty cool. There were also tennis balls with masking tape on backward so as to make the ball quite sticky indeed. All in all, a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When leaving, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; quickly fell asleep so I figured there would be no harm in taking E to the park. Once there, we of course did the swing thing, then the slide. E is certainly getting brave as she really only wanted to climb the Rock Wall. With a bit of coaching and encouragement, she did it all by her self unaided.... Just kidding M! But she really likes to climb it under the careful and nervous eye of me. Anyway, as it was time to head home for lunch, I heard the OHS marching band practicing so I told E our plan. Go see the band, then eat lunch then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;! The band watching was fun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; and I stayed on the curb while E ran around in the grass and on the pavement. She would as probably most kids would do, covered her ears. What a beautiful day for watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once home, I readied the kiddies for lunch which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; ate voraciously and E pick at. None the less, they both ate and for all practical purposes my time with them was very enjoyable and almost to an end as I ha to start heading for work when M returned home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-7764375759205757581?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/7764375759205757581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=7764375759205757581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7764375759205757581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7764375759205757581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-rain-has-left-we-are-back-to-doing.html' title='Listening in'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-6607325963231041968</id><published>2008-09-14T14:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:39:33.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our frog pond is going to overflow its levee</title><content type='html'>It is my one day off for the week and it is raining.  No, I mean RAINING!!!  We are now getting the remnants of Hurricane IKE and it s really a wet one.  So far, since Friday night we have gotten easily 3 plus inches and the expected total is over 5.  I only hope that it just stays steady and light so some of it can dissipate.  That is just a hope.  There have been many functions cancelled or postponed for another day as it is just soggy, soggy soggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, it just keeps a comin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-6607325963231041968?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/6607325963231041968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=6607325963231041968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6607325963231041968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6607325963231041968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-frog-pond-is-going-to-overflow-its.html' title='Our frog pond is going to overflow its levee'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2939814878612219960</id><published>2008-09-14T14:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:25:28.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The way she sees it</title><content type='html'>"Daddy!  Cold milk is not my favorite, warm milk, please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy your my favorite person"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very close to actual quotes from a 2.5 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2939814878612219960?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2939814878612219960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2939814878612219960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2939814878612219960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2939814878612219960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/09/way-she-sees-it.html' title='The way she sees it'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-4558045981083417194</id><published>2008-09-11T22:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:23:34.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am trying...</title><content type='html'>As E and MHM age,  I know that I have to try to get them to church as often as possible.  I hope to give MHM the same experience E had early on.  Every Thursday morning is the kids mass at St Martha.  I started taking E at quite and early age, probably 5 months, after she started taking a bottle.  Well, MHM doesn't take a bottle but does eat quite heartily so I can get him there with out worrying about him being starved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had only E, I would dance and try to keep rhythm to the kids choir and I think it may have helped her appreciation of music??  She already can carry a tune and she can make up her own rhythms with a couple of pan lids (cymbals)crashing together along with her legs to add depth to the melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get MHM in on the gig but now with E along for the ride, it is more difficult for me to hold him and make sure she is staying in the pew.  As different as they are, I don't know if so far what I have exposed him to makes him happy.  He isn't crying, just wiggly so maybe persistence and repetition will help the enjoyment and familiarity of the mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choir is quite nice and E is now starting to get much more interested in them.  It is fun to see how she sings along (a lot like daddy; missing a few words here and there).  Today, they as for the past several weeks have sang the Our Father, quite a nice little tune which except for some of the specific words she has the refrain down as well as I do!  She is SMRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that getting the kids to church is important, so I will try my best.  As with today, it can be quite a tiresome venture but that is a small price for me in order for me to help them recognize God and Jesus in their life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-4558045981083417194?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/4558045981083417194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=4558045981083417194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4558045981083417194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4558045981083417194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-trying.html' title='I am trying...'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-4851918792250642516</id><published>2008-09-10T17:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:31:45.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Signs</title><content type='html'>Of course, our kids are geniuses and I can say that because this is my blog.  I truly believe MHM is picking up the sign language.  A few months ago, I know he was using the sign for MILK but not as much as big sis E did at his age.  I have been using the signs for MORE, EAT, FISH, DAD, MOM and some others.  Well, It has to be more than coincidence that I often catch him with his thumb to forehead with fingers pointed out...  Kind of like when they say the baby is just GASSY as it smiles at you early as an infant.  It could just be that he likes to do this with his hands????  BRILLIANT I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned for his future, I will write this and see what M has to say about it.  MHM is showing signs of being a South Paw.  I know there are probably several smart South Paws but I am not sure we shouldn't do an early intervention for him and change the course of his life.  South Paws have a natural handicap to the world as the majority of implements, tools and just about everything else is built for us normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kidding aside, As I have been feeding him snacks (puffs and raisins) lately, I have placed something in his left hand in order to make him to use his right hand.  I have observed him to try to place the item in his mouth, fail, then transfer it to his left hand and place it with success.  I am not sure I am ready to have to explain why the world is stacked against him too soon and hope that this is just a phase he's going through kind of like a gassy smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-4851918792250642516?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/4851918792250642516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=4851918792250642516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4851918792250642516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4851918792250642516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-signs.html' title='Little Signs'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-5717556896816808005</id><published>2008-09-08T09:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:21:19.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my fault (update)</title><content type='html'>There had been something on my mind for a bit so I thought I would take a few moments to wish a dear family friend well. I picked up the phone and dialed N.Y. to talk to Mr. O's wife R.  I finally got a hold of her at 9 pm.  They had just transferred Mr O to a Catholic Hospice Hospital.  He is not doing well but R said she felt good about where he was because of the religious atmosphere.  M had seen him in July on their trip home but as I stayed in Michigan with E, I didn't and I am sad to say I may never see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only known the O's since of course meeting M, but from the moment you meet them, you are instantly family. That is a nice feeling and I am sure M knows that she had something special growing up next door to a great family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall the July after M's father passed, I saw Mr O outside wrestling with and old mail box post so I figured I'd give him a hand. With a sledge, a shovel and a pry bar, we managed to break the surrounding cement to release the post. It didn't take too much time but the day was hot so I may have broken a sweat. Well, I understand from M's stories that Mr O didn't need much of an excuse to celebrate so he asked if I could use a beer. "Sure, I might have just one." After all, it was almost 11:30 am so we were legal... He took me in to his house and showed me his wonderful little work shop which made me drool (I have a garage in serious need of some cleaning). Well, we talked and drank and looked over his projects for some time then a ring came at the front door. It was M wondering where I might have gone. She acted worried but I think she knew I hadn't gone far and that I was in good hands. After all, she had been inside with GMa P sorting and cleaning so I thought I was safe for a bit. Ok, so we had more than one, it was German Beer and down right tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not my fault, I was just being a good neighbor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the time, I could have stayed much longer to talk (and drink) but we had stuff to do.  As always you never know what the future holds, I will pray for Mr O and the rest of his family and when the time comes, go buy some good expensive beer and have a toast to Mr O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-5717556896816808005?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/5717556896816808005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=5717556896816808005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5717556896816808005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5717556896816808005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-my-fault.html' title='Not my fault (update)'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-8985717070341589436</id><published>2008-09-05T16:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:30:23.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth while</title><content type='html'>As Summer is edging past us, I hope to resume a more consistent visit to see my old guys at Dobie.  With vacations, duplexes and child care, I have missed a few weeks lately and really miss it when I do.  I got there this week for an abbreviated time but had good conversation with both G and H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G had a busy Labor Day w.e.  His grand daughter An- got married.  G said it was quite a to do and that there were plenty of relatives he could catch up with.  He really lit up when I inquired about it and looked very pleased and stated that it was a beautiful day.  I am sure he was proud of An_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked politics a bit though he seems a bit off lately.  He usually has his head hones on listening to Rush Limbaugh.  He made the comment that we and future generations are in trouble with the candidates who are currently running for President.  I am sure that by the time Rush softens up Mc Caine, he will come around and most assuredly vote his normal ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H has had throat cancer and has a trake.  He is hard to understand and he himself can hardly hear.  He is quite a challenge but as time goes by, things are better with our visits.  He had been worried as to what to do with his home in Lansing, but told me that his son had some contractors come in and fix it up and that it is now rented.  I am sure that is a load off his mind.  H has family in Detroit and now N.J.  They don't seem to get up to see him very much...  I hope they do the best they can.  Everyone needs somebody, don't they???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I can't really express how much I enjoy going to visit my friends (even though they are a captive audience). I hope I help them feel connected to the outside world a bit more from a young whipper snappers perspective with two toddling kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-8985717070341589436?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/8985717070341589436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=8985717070341589436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8985717070341589436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8985717070341589436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/09/worth-while.html' title='Worth while'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2728352086072165779</id><published>2008-09-02T18:07:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:23:12.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houghton Lake w.e. log book'/><title type='text'>Cottage Log entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The weekend shoots by and at the end, I realize that I have not yet made an entry to summarize the w.e. at Houghton Lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GMa, GPa, B, A and family arrived near the same time Fri night. They had dinner then came back to the cottage to ready it for a busy w.e. The weather for this last hurrah for the summer season was to be spectacular. Highs in the 80's and no sign of rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;M, E, MHM and I had to journey north Sat. morning as I had to close down our facility for the w.e. I got home about 3am and got right to bed. I woke a bit after 8and was energized enough that we left the house after 10am. The traffic was medium but moving without difficulty. I was looking forward to a cookout I set up earlier in the week. The combination of good weather and grilled food is really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When we arrived, we got settled in quickly. I made sure that M would be able to get out to some Garage sales which she did for about an hour and a half?? She came back with a couple treasures for the kids. Uncle B took E, L and GMa for a ride which was again a really big hit. E really loves it and makes the statement several times during a ride that "this makes me very happy". It makes me happy to see her smile and giggle like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Time lapse to 4:30; we got a call from D__ then D__&amp;amp;W__ so we knew for sure someone was coming. The burgers were seasoned, the dogs thawed and a bowl full of beans ready for a nukin. We're on! Every thing really turned out well for this. D___&amp;amp;J__ showed up right about 5 and we had plenty for a full blown feast. To cap off the meal, we had a Birthday Cake fir GPa who turned 81 on Fri. Everyone did a real nice job on their respective rolls. The kids loved it, and someone other than M or I was paying lots of attention to MHM. As the sun was setting early as it does at Labor Day, people started for home and now the w.e. was all our own for family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sunday morn was a rough one, both E and MHM had bad nights so I was happy to get up and get it started. I went to church with GMa and GPa which only lasted an hour so when I go home early, M was surprised but ready to make egg sandwiches... Yum! E was ready for fun but L and J were with A's family. We made sure to keep her interested with a coin walk and also 3 Geo caches. Two she was awake for and one she was not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After a dinner of beans and rice, we played outside for a while then headed in for a mostly early night. I had snuck out earlier to get some ice cream so when E was abed, we broke it out and had a nice evening treat with left over cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Monday; Labor day started off nice but with promise of being busy. Right from the start, E was asking about going to the beach. We had a couple of plans but changed it to fit for her. E had also requested a ride in GPa's old car so GMa, E and I went down the lake shore. E really really loves this! When we got back, M had most everything ready so we piled in and went to the beach. E loved it as per usual, the sand and the water. We splashed for quite some time as M, MHM and GMa stayed on shore. MHM did some digging in the sand and seemed to have a good time. E loved building castles and scooping with the shovel a guy with a metal detector had given her. We went out to touch the "Buoy" of which she stated"Buoy's are to warn of danger under the water to keep you safe." Smarty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Upon arriving back at the cottage, the cousins were back for a few hours so they had fun for quite some time chasing each other through and around the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;GPa and B did quite a bit of fall clean-up so to have the garage ready for the winter. The old car is now stowed along with the boat (which never got out this year) and other summery stuff. The cottage will get little use after October which is a bit sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The rest of the day was getting ready ourselves to go but at about 5pm, we did decide to do a couple more Geo-caches with GMa. while south of H.L. we saw a Hawk, Coyote and a young deer which ran directly in front of the car of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As we left after 8pm, I think that it was indeed a spectacular w.e. at the cottage. Thanks again cottage for a nice though short summer season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2728352086072165779?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2728352086072165779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2728352086072165779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2728352086072165779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2728352086072165779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/09/cottage-log-entry.html' title='Cottage Log entry'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-3918394002267571137</id><published>2008-08-28T17:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:43:24.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite sure what it is</title><content type='html'>I am not sure why I look at MHM and wonder what he will become or what things he'll see? With E I don't recall having those thoughts, I just see a spectacular little girl that I love immensely and I don't think I feel the same care or wonder about her future. I think she gets it even at her age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHM seems very sure of himself and assertive, probably necessitated to keep pace with E.  He is sometimes quiet and thoughtful where E never let her brain rest long enough to be still. On our walks to school, he just looks around and listens to E and I as we talk. I try to remember to include him when I can but keeping an eye on her is a job. I see lots of similarities with both of them but many differences as well. So far, his vulnerability has been pretty low. Our protectionism of him is much lower than with E, and he is doing quite fine growing up indeed. He is such a great kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope for MHM and E is that they both can feel secure in who they are and that they excel in their endeavours. I also hope for them a safe environment, community, religious foundation and happiness from what ever they become. I can't quite put a finger on it, but somehow I see MHM differently which is of course appropriate because they are different. Both of these kids are wonderful and I hope these times and feelings we share last a life time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-3918394002267571137?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/3918394002267571137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=3918394002267571137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3918394002267571137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3918394002267571137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-not-sure-why-i-look-at-mhm-and.html' title='Not quite sure what it is'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-9178851647970757563</id><published>2008-08-26T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:15:26.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this kind of morning</title><content type='html'>Morning walks to school have been very nice for the past two weeks.  We live about a half mile from E and MHM's school.  MHM just started a week ago so on his first day, I made quite a big to-do about it to E to keep her focused on the task at hand, getting to school.  As we walked up the hill, she of course wanted to help push the stroller so I let her.  That lasted only a few seconds as she found it quite difficult going up hill.  "You do it daddy, I need help!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up the road, there was a cop pulled over checking the speeds of our neighbors.  She rolled down her window and kind of chuckled at the sight of us.  I explained that we were walking to school and she smiled as though she understood and said that it looked like a tough job ahead of me...  No, I am sure I had everything handled quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we progressed, I asked E what she thought she would do in school and what MHM might do.  "I'm going to plaaay, and I'm going to have snACK!&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think you will do a craft?"  "Oh, hey E, I am pretty sure you will go to music class today."  "What is your favorite instrument?"&lt;br /&gt;"I like ###tar"  (unclear but intelligible)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, I like  Guitar and I also am partial to piano.  Mommy and you play piano some times, do you care for the piano??"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do care for the piano!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked along we shared more conversation like that and I would once in a while look down to see MHM just taking it all in, peacefully and quietly.  If ever I would speak his name, he would crane his neck to look up and back at me to give me just the most awesome smile and giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful couple of kids.  I miss them when they are not around.  They drive me nuts when I can't get away from them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-9178851647970757563?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/9178851647970757563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=9178851647970757563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/9178851647970757563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/9178851647970757563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-like-this-kind-of-morning.html' title='I like this kind of morning'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-3580508671325467201</id><published>2008-08-22T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:26:25.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back yard sanctuary, depending on who you are!</title><content type='html'>Our Humming bird feeder is buzzing with activity these past days.  The small one (Bitey by name) is now really plumping up.  The other day I noticed Bitey and another female feeding at the same time so we know for sure that we have 3 humming birds and probably more.  I looked at a field guide which more or less pointed out that the birds really start feeding in order to fatten up for the up coming migration south.  Boo!  We have tried for quite some time to get a really good pic of one of them in flight or just on the feeder but just can't seem to get it just right.  For as much as I like to take pictures, I defer to magazines, books and the Internet when I want to see beautiful photos of underwater, stars and most wild life.  There are some people who actually get paid to sit for hours to get the best pic.  They may not get paid much or they may get eaten by thousands of bugs but I think they enjoy what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back yard sanctuary is nice for some but treacherous for others.  Those of which I speak are the little tadpoles in our pond.  Two days ago as E, MHM and I were out enjoying the early afternoon, I was looking at the pond and noticed something small surface near one of the resident frogs.  A very quick moment later, it was gone from sight and now inside the frog.  I am pretty sure we won't get any new frogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-3580508671325467201?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/3580508671325467201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=3580508671325467201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3580508671325467201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3580508671325467201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-yard-sanctuary-depending-on-who.html' title='Back yard sanctuary, depending on who you are!'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-4743611039214438796</id><published>2008-08-21T15:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:53:09.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing it?</title><content type='html'>With the summer heat expected to subside, it sure is HOT!  Today it is in the mid 80's with some clouds and humidity building.  Everything is dry, dry dry!  I have for the past few days tried to do some minor watering to keep some green in the yard.  A week or so ago, the local weather guy said he expected a moderate August with little precipitation.  The low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;precip&lt;/span&gt; is holding but the heat is above normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that is still in my mind but not currently being practiced is running.  As August slips by, I am reminded of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crim&lt;/span&gt; 10 mile race of which I am not at all fond of but am sad I am not entering yet again.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Crim&lt;/span&gt; is held the third Saturday of August which by a freak of nature or something else, is the most ungodly, horrible, hottest, stinkiest, most humid day of the year.  I have in past years said that I am boycotting the race until they change the date to suit my needs.  I have had mostly good memories of the race.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of it being the sense of accomplishment in finishing and being able to wear the t-shirt for the "Coolest Race in Michigan".  A friend of mine, A, will for probably the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year in a row be running on Saturday.  I have not had this fortune to keep up this annual event with several things which have taken precedent like my Honeymoon and a couple of other distractions.  I will miss it yet be happy to be out of the nasty weather and for this year not to feel the ache of my quads.  So sadly, this is yet again not my year but I still have a yearning to get out there so I hope I will not loose my drive to run run run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-4743611039214438796?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/4743611039214438796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=4743611039214438796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4743611039214438796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4743611039214438796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-it.html' title='Missing it?'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-9196226648899543778</id><published>2008-08-18T11:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:05:50.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of many new days</title><content type='html'>Today marks the beginning of MHM's formal education. As a treat to myself and hopefully them, I decided to walk to school with E and MHM. It was the beginning of a beautiful day so why not. I hope to continue to do this when it seems right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered school, I took E and MHM to MHM's room so E could see it. She immediately wanted to play with the other infants in the play area, so I told her that it was snack time so we would headed off to her room. MHM was still quite content in his stroller so I left him there while I dropped E off at her room. With perfect timing, it was snack time. I told E that I would go take care of paper work for MHM then come and sit with her through snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to MHM's room where he was patiently sitting in his stroller. I picked him out and hauled him with me as I put away his stuff. When finally I was finished, I handed him over to Miss K and with barely a notice that I was even there, he happily turned away and was engrossed in what the other infants were doing in the play area. How different from E! I am almost sad that he doesn't miss me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to E's class, she was still sitting with crackers and juice so I sat with her. by doing this, I know that the other kids see me at their level which makes me accessible to them. They come in droves. E was in good spirits today but a bit troubled at how to sit next to her first dear friend K when the craft was getting readied. She didn't get next to her but across the table so that was good enough so I gave her a kiss and took my leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice peaceful walk home with stroller in hand, I can only imagine what things the kids will experience without me and hope that M has a good day as well at work after being gone for more than 8 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-9196226648899543778?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/9196226648899543778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=9196226648899543778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/9196226648899543778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/9196226648899543778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-of-many-new-days.html' title='One of many new days'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-7568463184489099261</id><published>2008-08-15T16:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:26:12.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So good!</title><content type='html'>MHM is a champ.  M dropped MHM off for his first day at school (child care) about 9am.  I dropped E off after church at 9:30am and peeked in on him.  He was in his crib, they were trying to get him to nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed off to finish some work at the duplex before meeting M for lunch at noon (or before).  Well, we had a nice lunch though I was late then as we headed home, M called to see how MHM was doing, he was napping.  At 2pm we both went to pick him up and we were just amazed at how grown up he seemed.  He was at a table with some other kids where he had a sippy cup and was trying to drink from it.  He just was looking around checking things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the hallway, we talked to some teachers who seemed pretty pleased with him...  Who wouldn't be??  Anyway, the message M got on the phone earlier, was that everyone was stopping by to see the new kid and commenting on how handsome and well behaved he was.  He truly for today at least has done very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When finally we entered his room, he saw M and smiled grandly.  He was happy to see her.  When he saw me, he gave me a nice little grin but was much more interested in M as she had something he wanted soon (milk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked with M and found MHM to be in a bit of pain from teething so I am glad he had such a great morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both so proud of him on his first day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Did I ever mention that this boy is HANDSOME??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-7568463184489099261?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/7568463184489099261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=7568463184489099261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7568463184489099261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7568463184489099261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-good.html' title='So good!'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-5271523330539057609</id><published>2008-08-14T15:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:15:09.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, Sun, Sand and Gooey</title><content type='html'>Last week we went to the "Jersey Shore" with M's family.  It was quite a nice vacation and it was mostly a joy seeing E and MHM react to0 all of the different sights and sounds.  The Beach was very nice but crowded as to be expected for this is what the east coast does for enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E having some experience on her own of the beach loved it all.  From digging, running in the water, making sand angles to jumping in the waves mostly with M.  I think she really enjoyed it though she did certainly get tired out from too much stuff all in one day.  MHM on the other hand came to the beach dressed rather lightly usually and was kept in his stroller most of the time.  This was to make it easier on us as he did really enjoy the sand but as soon as he would touch it, the drool from teething would automatically make mud which would gravitate to every little crack and crevice on his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the week after M and I kind of figured out how to enjoy the time together, I had some time in the afternoon to take E to the "Gooey Geyser" pool.  this was a nice pool mostly kid friendly with very pleasing aesthetics including bubbling fountains near some rocks which looked almost natural.  This pool also had a nice gentle slide into about 4ft. of water.  The first time down for E was a pass off from me to uncle E.  E shot down the slide and laid right back so she ended up going for a little dunk.  She came up, sputtered a bit but with appropriate praise, she smiled and actually liked it.  For E's last pool trip, I took her down before dinner Friday night.  She seemed to miss not having her cousins and others around so the excitement level just wasn't there.  She seemed to want to stay in the real kids pool but as time approached to go back for dinner, I coaxed her into going to the "Geyser" pool.  As we made our way, I studied it and made my way to the entry point.  At the edge, I noticed the #ft mark but looked at the lady just a few feet away standing at knee depth so I proceeded.  I took one step and down both E and I went.  I realized before my foot hit the water that something was going to happen.  Once again, E went for a dunk as did I and she handled it like a pro.  Oooopppps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M has already written about the "Board walk" but I just want to say that it was very very nice to see E as well as the whole clan having fun doing what they wanted to.  Rides, skill games, luck games and all the sights and sounds were wonderful.  I will say that the Board walk is NOT something I would like to do every day but it was a great family outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHM will have fun if ever we do it again.  There might be some new style family vacations coming our way in Maine??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-5271523330539057609?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/5271523330539057609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=5271523330539057609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5271523330539057609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5271523330539057609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-sun-sand-and-gooey.html' title='Fun, Sun, Sand and Gooey'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-1237436623169221511</id><published>2008-08-13T21:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:39:41.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a totally draining and icky experience this week has been so far. Work; I have not been able to be effective for some odd reason, I mean this completely, everything I have touched in the last three days has fallen apart or done something screwy that hasn't happened for a long time. Monday was busy then Tuesday fell right apart. Today, trying to do what was right and part of the job just lead to more frustration. I won't go into too much detail but I have been irked at the opposite shifts for what I see as childish or just really silly antics concerning their jobs which are the same as everyone else around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!, even writing this blog has been a challange.  This is try number two for this part because the computer want's to keep changing my password...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly relate what kind of stuff has been happening but it is just coincidence one after another that add up to one big yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, I'll shake it off because tomorrw is another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-1237436623169221511?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/1237436623169221511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=1237436623169221511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1237436623169221511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1237436623169221511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh.html' title='Ugh!!!'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-8108015219073897977</id><published>2008-07-26T21:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:35:45.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little tufts of softness</title><content type='html'>For some time now I've wanted to write about how nice it is to nuzzle my face into MHM's neck to smell and feel the little tufts of hair he has growing.  This particular place is really  really nice.  It is so warm and soft...  It is really a treat to have a chance to do this now because as he grows up, it might be cute or funny for only a short time longer...  This is really a nice spot if I hadn't mentioned it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-8108015219073897977?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/8108015219073897977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=8108015219073897977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8108015219073897977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8108015219073897977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-tufts-of-softness.html' title='Little tufts of softness'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-7493364249302080982</id><published>2008-07-26T15:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T16:28:04.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just plain nice</title><content type='html'>Today M and E went to get E's hair cut for our up coming vacation.  That left me with MHM and a mission to get something fixed for mom.  I loaded him in my vehicle and we went to the jewelry store where just yesterday MHM bought his mom a pearl bracelet.  It had come loose from the clasp so we needed to get mom back into her bracelet fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a quick trip so when we arrived back home we had quite some time to pass until M and E returned.  He seemed to be in a mellow mood so I put him in a small stroller and we went outside to enjoy the warmth and breeze.  I contemplated a nice walk then something caught my eye which I had been ignoring for a time.  Weeds!  These weeds were growing out of the driveway cracks and were becoming unsightly.  Sorry MHM, dad's gotta do this for a while.  Well, I set to task with a weed picker and broom as MHM watched.  I was busy doing my task but would often glance to see what was keeping him busy.  He would sometimes be watching me or sometimes be looking in the sky and all around.  It sure was nice to give him a big grin and a quick "Hello MHM" and see his eyes light up and maybe even get a small giggle out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were outside for maybe half and hour before Mand E came home.  In that time, I got some weeds removed, and MHM got a good look at what future jobs he may be given from his dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am sure he will love it as much as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-7493364249302080982?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/7493364249302080982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=7493364249302080982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7493364249302080982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7493364249302080982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-plain-nice.html' title='Just plain nice'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-5028516086049113780</id><published>2008-07-22T21:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:18:27.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I do this?</title><content type='html'>As part of my personal growth, I signed on at work to be a first responder or ERT.  This was done a couple years ago for several reasons.  We were expecting child number one so I thought that would be great experience and I would also get the benefit of 40 hours of day shift training once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experiences thus far have been pretty light of which I am grateful.  A typical run might be a diabetic episode, dizziness, cuts and abrasions or heart trouble.  I have been out on lots of calls but lately with increased overtime for production, people are tired, fatigued and some just plain ornery.   Last week we did have a very deep cut on a guys forearm which after the bleeding was controlled, the nurse asked me to look at, so I did.  It was very pink and quite wide... YUCK!  I handled that one very well though.  Today as I was checking my emails, there was a series of three from the area spokes person.  The end result was that we had a person suffer a massive hear attack and did not make it.  God bless him and his family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to go to training next week with one of the guys who worked on him so it should be interesting.  I guess he had quite a rough time after the man was transferred to EMT's and out of his care.  I can only imagine how I would react.  He went home early and reportedly was second guessing himself whether he had done enough.  I hope and pray not to have this situation ever come up but one never knows,  I guess that is why I signed on for this , so I can learn and hopefully know what to do when an emergency comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to my family, I hope to retain some training and be able to help when needed.  With the different things we do like Geo caching and hiking, with two little ones, I am sure we are headed for a few bumps and bruises.  My family also has some age to it so I hope if ever faced with trouble, I can keep composed in order to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I am faced with certain realities of which no one has any control.  That can be very hard to accept.  God help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-5028516086049113780?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/5028516086049113780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=5028516086049113780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5028516086049113780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5028516086049113780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-do-i-do-this.html' title='Why do I do this?'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2246700999764799851</id><published>2008-07-21T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:15:44.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch line</title><content type='html'>With some exaggerated reactions to some of E's humor I feel that she is really digging the attention.  When she does say something funny, I'll slap my knee or chuckle loudly, anything to encourage her.  My own take on humor is that "a failed attempt is better than no attempt at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M called me  last Friday night to tell me about an incident she had with E.  She related to me that E said something funny (which M no longer remembers) so as M was laughing at E, E's face went serious...  I instantly thought that she was going to tell me that E started bawling or got angry that M was laughing at her.  Well, I was all wrong, very very wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-   Well E got quiet and had a serious face then smiled wryly and said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wait, bananas don't walk!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-   What was that?&lt;br /&gt;M-   It's from a Dora book where Swiper is dressed as a banana and tries to swipe the bananas but is foiled yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sigh of relief to myself for sake of E's self esteem, I realized that my little girl indeed has a sense of humor.  This has also been evidenced by another book she (we all like) called "My Cat Likes To Hide In Boxes".  Every other page of the book shows a cat in some different type of box, mostly in a very stealthy depiction with an eye peeking out or something.  She will listen to the preceding phrase then when the book repeats "but my cat likes to hide in boxes", she will quickly ad-lib her own &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where'd he go??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  That is just the most funny thing as she seemed to come up with it on her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, E sure has given us many treats so far in 2yrs and 4mo's and we both feel fortunate as we have a really cool little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2246700999764799851?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2246700999764799851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2246700999764799851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2246700999764799851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2246700999764799851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/07/punch-line.html' title='Punch line'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-3180567524490815652</id><published>2008-07-14T21:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:51:58.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Flies</title><content type='html'>As mentioned before, M and I have what we consider a pretty close to awesome "back yard habitat".  M is actually thinking about signing us up on a web site for a "back yard habitat" designation.  You have to meet so many criteria and such and she thinks we might be pretty close.  Back to my original thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At twilight, I love, LOVE, LOVE to look out and hear birds, the bubbling rock, see the accent lighting throughout the garden highlighting certain features and now, the Fire Flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening, after the kids were abed, we were watching a bit of TV but I really couldn't stop  my gaze from going outside.  There were lots and lots of fire flies out and the whole bundle of our back yard seemed magical and serene save for the mosquitoes which kept me from having a fire in our fire pit.  I could have had a fire but the reality is that it would have been buggy...  It did seem that we used to make it out there a bit more with wine and either A Prarie Home Companion on Saturday nights or a vast assortment of bluegrass and Celtic music on Sunday nights wafting from within the house out to the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to wake E up so she could enjoy the spectacle but we knew better.  I hate saying things like "there will always be next year"...  Maybe I will at my next opportunity, wake her so she can see it for herself.  I am sure she would get great pleasure and at least a few good stories out of seeing them.  I am hopeful to get a fire in our backyard.  It would be helpful if we had people coming over to enjoy it with us.  We'll have to wait and see about that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-3180567524490815652?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/3180567524490815652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=3180567524490815652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3180567524490815652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3180567524490815652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/07/fire-flies.html' title='Fire Flies'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2487029100581301671</id><published>2008-07-14T18:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:17:46.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The other job</title><content type='html'>I have a rental business which is and has been pretty good to me over the years. There are always frustrating times but there have to be many more good times, as I know that I am not going to them daily like my 40+ hr a week job. I try to provide very nice and VERY clean housing in return for timely monthly rent in short. I feel that I give a pretty good value for the money and to that end, I am deciding to spend some in order to update one of my larger places. New counter tops in the kitchen and both baths and new ceramic tile in the entryway and kitchen. I am trying to put this together in a quick fashion as I really need to get it rented. I do have hopes that the spruce up will aid me in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today M and MHM came over for lunch bringing Subway which is nice and easy. While MHM rolled across the floor, I put a few questions past M for tile style and input into the microwave... No decisions yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At turn over time, I get a bit stressed as there are seemingly hundreds of phone calls for carpet cleaning, showing prospects let alone any other extra work that may need doing.  When I turn a unit over, it is spotless and something I can be proud of.  I always say that these are our retirement so I want to keep a bit of a hand on our business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my favorite subject, but I guess I needed to write about it and I get to better things soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2487029100581301671?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2487029100581301671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2487029100581301671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2487029100581301671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2487029100581301671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/07/other-job.html' title='The other job'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-8820320291220914325</id><published>2008-07-12T18:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:47:26.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Day</title><content type='html'>For the past few entries, there has been little mention of M and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt;.  E was constantly asking and wanting to see Mom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt;.  E had an audio card from M telling her that "I love you, I miss you and I'll see you soon".  Well, today is the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking to yet another uncharacteristically beautiful day, I mentioned to E how the morning would play out.  First there would be the playing with the cousins, some breakfast, a walk thrown in there and a bath.  That was the morning.  Well, all things came to pass then B, A, J and L loaded up to go to A's family cottage to finish out the weekend.  So now we were alone with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GMa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GPa&lt;/span&gt;.  The first thing that came to mind was the park.  E loves them and it seemed a no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt;.  We loaded up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GMa&lt;/span&gt; and headed out.  E was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;luke&lt;/span&gt; warm to the place for quite some time though.  We went more or less right to the swings where I pushed her for quite some time and started getting that far off stare of "tired baby".  Well, she broke out of the trance so we headed over to the wooden train where she played a while eventually getting enough courage to check out what a woman was doing back at the caboose.  She was while her husband and son were playing, preparing a picnic lunch and offered E some cucumber.  I politely declined but E seemed interested, so we took a chunk.  Not as though we don't feed her well, but we just have not tried many fresh veggies as "snacks".  Well, we said thank you and promptly headed back to the swing.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuke&lt;/span&gt; didn't last long as expected, so I ate the other half.  Some bigger girls were playing on the big kids swings not far off so E had to try them.  We approached them but never got on as E commented that "those are for big kids!"  I quickly diverted her attention to a sand box where we played for yet another while crushing clods of what was wet sand into dry powder.  As we started to head out, we stopped at the rest of the structure and did some hide and seek and some climbing but E just wasn't herself so we went back to the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning, I put together a lunch which she attacked with vigor for a few minutes then I noticed her eyes glaze over and her head bobbing...  Too much fun with the cousins had worn her out!  I picked her up with nary a squeal and placed her in her bed for a nice nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean while, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GPa&lt;/span&gt; had now fixed the Old Car so when E woke, we all piled in for a ride down the lake shore.  Being Saturday, there was still lots of activity and things to see.  As she sat in the back with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;GPa&lt;/span&gt;, she had a big grin on and thoroughly enjoyed the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing being everything this evening, we had to be back to Lansing to pick up M and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; at 8pm, so I made it happen.  On the way, I received a call from M and found out I might be a bit behind schedule.  Well, never wanting to disappoint, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;guaged&lt;/span&gt; my speed and arrived at the airport just as M was buckling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; into his car seat.  As E and I entered, I pointed out mommy and she ran to her with a shriek of "Mommy Mommy, my Mommy" and some very long awaited giggles and lots of hugs.  It was so nice to have them home again!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; was alert and bigger than ever and M looked satisfied.  After the six days of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt;, we were back and there was a calmness to the evening that was rather pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my tale and it was an experience of a life time!  VERY NICE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-8820320291220914325?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/8820320291220914325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=8820320291220914325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8820320291220914325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8820320291220914325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/07/reunion-day.html' title='Reunion Day'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-6670726701849635538</id><published>2008-07-11T16:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:59:08.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day 3 July 4</title><content type='html'>Upon waking July 4th, E could hear L out in the kitchen eating so she promptly asked to go out and eat.  This is a huge departure from normal but a welcome surprise.  E doesn't eat early at all!  Well, she sat down and had some cereal and something else then the two of them now done with eating commenced to chasing each other about the cottage and gradually moved it to the deck outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As early as everyone was awake, the girls slowed down a bit after a while and I was actually able to talk E into going for a run.  We went down to the lake shore and ran the regular 4 miles.  At the turn around, I stopped and let E get out and play by the shore.  She enjoyed making some of Aunt P's dribble castles, poked at ants and tried several times to get into the water.  With gentle diversions, I was able to keep her out and stay dry.  I feel she had a nice time.  Along the way, we saw many dogs and would often ask "what her name?"  She does seem to have a voracious curiosity about life.  About a mile from the cottage, she succumbed to sleep which was short lived upon arriving back at the cottage, where cousins J and L were hard at play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gma and Uncle B were out playing as well so I was able to sneak off to shower.  When I got out, I had a message from G that she was inviting us to her place on the lake for a 4th of July picnic.  I asked E if she wanted to go and she did, so we packed up quickly and went.  At G's, E was the youngest and most enthusiastic one around.  We did a bit of chase and such things, but her favorite seemed to be out on the "bridge" (dock) and the boat.  G's mom D has a pontoon which really was fun for E to go on so she could look over the rail and see fish and ducks and all of the other boats.  Many questions and observations later, it was time for the meal.  At this point, it was late and I could tell that E really needed a nap so we ate a quick bite and were on our way...  Thanks  G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once back at the cottage, Uncle B had Gpa's old car out.  It was backfiring a bit but aside from that, really had E intrigued.  After lunch, Uncle B gathered the kids and Gma up for a ride.  There destination was the gift store behind the cottage which they could get to without going on the main road.  As the bunch were all strapped in the back seat, I could see some real excitement in E's eyes and smile.  L had ridden in the old car before last year so she already knew what to expect.  The ride would not have been complete for the total experience if it had not broken down.  I guess it was the battery, but none the less left them stranded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hopeful after returning that an afternoon nap might happen but with having J and L around, all we got was some quiet time on the couch watching E shows, better than nothing.  As the afternoon progressed, B and A were readying for their annual dinner at a local nice restaurant.  About 5pm or so B's family got ready to so to Aunt A's family cottage on the lake.  E was disappointed but Gma helped occupy her while I prepared some food for the grill for dinner.  As dinner approached, E got sleepy and off to nap for her and a nice peaceful and quiet dinner for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she woke, Gma, E and I went for a walk down toAunt A's family cottage in order to tire her out a bit more.  She rode in the stroller and enjoyed that.  At there cottage, L was asleep and J was busy with his cousins so we really didn't stay long.  We headed for home and the timing was just about right.  We had time for an E show and some milk then off to bed for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very nice and appropriately long day for the 4th.  The weather had been just perfect and the amount of activities just enough.  The big let down was the fact that H.L. was doing fireworks Saturday night so that would mean we would miss them there as well as home so I hope to see some next year.  Perfect or not, this is what memories are made of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-6670726701849635538?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/6670726701849635538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=6670726701849635538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6670726701849635538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/6670726701849635538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-day-3-july-4.html' title='Vacation Day 3 July 4'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-337219803769061174</id><published>2008-07-09T15:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:22:52.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day 2</title><content type='html'>It is funny and yet convenient how time softens details and events in your mind.  Today, I look fondly back to day 2 of E's vacation with me.  Not that things went badly, but I really remember and feel now that she was really good for me the whole six days we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what was a stormy ride to the cottage, we woke to a beautiful sunny morning and low humidity.  We started the day by going into the living room to sit with the familiar sippy cup of milk and an E show.  I questioned E about what she thought about the storm of last evening and as to what we should do today.  She mentioned that she wanted to see L and J and Gma and Gpa, so I explained that we would see them later.  With a bit of prompting, I got together some uuutmiel (oatmeal) and we had a nice breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing from the night previous that we had left her tooth brush and toot-taste at home, I figured we should go on a shopping trip.  I was almost ready to jump in the car then realized that today, we had nothing but time so we walked.  On the way, we of course talked about the coming weekend and I showed her the lake from a distance.  much to my liking, E still enjoys picking up just the right walking stick and often offers one to me as we stroll along.  She picked up many stones and we even threw some ahead of ourselves in order to keep moving along to the store.  At the store, she was very good and sat patiently in the cart as we picked up a few provisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return trip was equally as nice.  We spotted some wild flowers so I decided to pick some for the cottage.  E was good to help me carry them home though she really wanted to dust all of the sand off the road as we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the cottage, I began clean up prep for the w.e.  I cleaned the porch and deck, got out all of the chairs and made it ready for relaxing.  E was quite good as she kept herself busy on the deck with her "beautiful castle" and some balls form the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time slipped away, it was soon lunch so I put together some Bunnies for her and some strawberries.  She seemed to devour most of what was there so I felt triumphant as that happens infrequently for me.  A short E show and a couple of books later, and I would have a chance to re-aim our satellite TV feed.  I spent some time digging and trying my best but finally gave up and tried to call someone.  To my surprise, I reached a local guy after several calls had him scheduled for late afternoon.  Long story short, the trees are quite a problem up there but I think we re safe with this new location for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As E awoke from her nice hour and a half nap, we went out side and she promptly asked for her bucket.  Her bucket??  A little searching my memory and I had the answer.  Last we were up over Memorial day, M, E, MHM and I went for a walk where I had a pocket full of coins which I would throw on the road in front of E.  As we moved along, E would shout with joy as she found the next penny.  Well, I ran inside, grabbed a hand full of coins and we set out down the road.  We went to D's house a block away and found many coins.  We introduced E to all three of D's dogs.  Two Rotties, Angle and Kayma and a Dobbie ???  or something like that.  E did very well considering the size and activity level of the dogs.  If it had been anyone else's dogs, I would have been very concerned but D know his dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gma and Gpa finally made it, I had dinner ready for the grill.  Some hot dogs (Kogels) and some burgers.  We opened a can of beans and Gpa went to get some potato salad and ice cream.  A very nice meal.  Later, E, Gma and I went for a stroll around the subdivision to help tire out E.  Upon return, it was near 8 pm so I started E toward bed with another E show and some milk.  Shortly before time, B, A, J and L showed up so the excitement level skyrocketed.  Many laps around the cottage latter, I was able to steer E to bed and another quiet night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With E in bed, I made my way to D's for a late night visit.  We had a beer as he showed me some stuff about Big Foot which was quite interesting.  Before departing for the evening, we went out to look at the stars before I departed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAhhhhhhhh!!!!  Summer time up north!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-337219803769061174?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/337219803769061174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=337219803769061174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/337219803769061174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/337219803769061174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-day-2.html' title='Vacation Day 2'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2732399334319004242</id><published>2008-07-08T18:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:14:01.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation for E; Day 1</title><content type='html'>E and I had a really nice time together for the holiday weekend. As M was in N.Y. with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt;, E and I had a vacation of our own planned for Wednesday after school. As Wednesday came around, I was busy trying to get lots done and started getting bogged down as I was not making enough headway. I started making excuses with some very bad weather coming and almost postponed the trip for the next morning. I spoke with M and she urged me to work toward being ready then take the weather as it came. As she reminded me of the very nice feeling I always got as a youngster of going up north late and then waking calmly and peacefully at the destination., I forged ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day progressed, I realized the 5 pm. goal was certainly within reach. Proudly, about 5:15, I tooled into E's school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; one of the worst rain storms I had seen in quite some time. I brought an umbrella into E's class and showed her and her friend. I told her that this would be the first time she would actually use one and that seemed to intrigue her. Heavy downpours and all, we were on our way north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arriving&lt;/span&gt; after 7:30 pm, I had to unload and also start E to bed. She sat quietly on the couch watching and "E show" on her "computer". After rushing about for a time inorder to get her bed ready, I returned to the living room to a fluffy mess. E had discovered again the cat-tails in an old arangment. I did not heavily scold her as I hadn't the oportunity to even know what she was up to. All in all, not a big deal and they were very old anyway. After the show, we headed off for the ritual tooth brushing and book reading and soon she was asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a bit of a sigh (of which I am fond of doing), I was beer in hand and ready to relax for the holiday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2732399334319004242?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2732399334319004242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2732399334319004242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2732399334319004242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2732399334319004242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-for-e-day-1.html' title='Vacation for E; Day 1'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2775082441877123691</id><published>2008-06-30T10:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:59:23.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new twist</title><content type='html'>It has been a very busy few weeks so my posts are few. I am at home in Okemos with E while M and MHM are in N.Y. visiting her family. So far E is treating me well. I have tons of stuff to do before E and I go on our own vacation Wednesday night to H.L. to visit the grandparents and cousins J and L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving M and MHM at the airport Sunday morning was hard but E did pretty well. I held MHM for most of the time and enjoyed his softness and gentle squealing. M I am sure is going to miss E very much, probably as much as I will miss MHM. Wow, it really is crazy how much something so small can have the largest impact on you. Both E and MHM are a joy to listen to, I just hope I can keep that in mind when things aren't all that calm. I read an excerpt from George Carlin who passed away this past week about aging. All he says is true and the most important thing is to not let people or situations bother you and to remember that things can always be worse. Smile and be happy for those you love and tell them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you M, E and MHM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big twist for me is that I am the sole keeper of E for the next 5 days and hope and pray for patients and a wealth of ideas to keep this little mastermind occupied.  She is incredible and full of energy so I hope I can measure up and keep her going.  I hope and plan to try to stay away from TV as much as possible but know it is there when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go for now, lots to do on a "day off" and still no time to do it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2775082441877123691?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2775082441877123691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2775082441877123691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2775082441877123691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2775082441877123691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-has-been-very-busy-few-weeks-so-my.html' title='A new twist'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-842185382091936028</id><published>2008-06-17T18:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:22:08.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of many</title><content type='html'>We entered E into her first foot race. The "Rhino Run" at Potter Park Zoo was on a beautiful Saturday morning with close to perfect temperatures of the high 60's. before hand, my wife M pointed out that this race may not be as I expected, as E might stop to look at a bug or just plain want to sweep the sidewalk or who knows what else. I quickly dismissed this notion, as I already had the finish in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived and went in to get her race packet. I was in full song and we were pumping her up for the event to come. We quickly got her number (1) as this was one of those non-competitive fun runs (yeah right!).  I pinned the number to her behind, sooo cute to see!  We then made our way to see the Artic Foxes and Otters who seemed very interested in all of the commotion of race day. E seemed mildly interested in them though maybe a bit anxious or just too many people.?? Race time came quickly so E and I went to the start line and got ready. We took a place toward the back if only to look inconspicuous with our intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... 5 4 3 2 1 GO!! The race started with me holding E to keep her from being trampled underfoot but she very quickly asked to get down to run. As we passed M, MHM and friends K and W she was on a dead run so I had to partially steer her toward them so M, MHM, K and W could properly cheer her on. We made it several hundred yards before she started saying that her side hurt. Wow, I really knew she was running hard but was a bit surprised by that. Adrenaline is good, but it will catch up to you sooner or later. I picked E up and began to understand where this was leading. I acknowledged M's warning and said to myself "we're going to have fun and I'm going to let E do as she will".  As the crowd quickly thinned, E and I bounced from animal to animal. First the Snow leopards, then the Tigers then the Monkeys. E was still very much in the race. As we made time down the course, I would from time to time tell E that we have to run so we can "Win the race!" There were several race workers each lightly cheering us as we went. At one corner, a very nice and exuberant elderly gent really sparked E with praise and she started to run again. This lasted a short time and I think after that she was quite spent. I was surprised at the length of a 1K event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it, I tried to keep E enthused but also tried to make sure she saw the animals. The Penguins, the Bear Cat the Peacocks and finally the Camels interested her. As we started nearing the finish, the crowd was cheering and the music was loud and the kids were lined up at the finish for the start of the second event.  E charged up excitedly to M, MHM, K and W but didn't want to finish the race.  Wearily with my help, she neared the finish line with prompts of loud cheers and yelling from throngs of excited race fans.  E at this point was quite uneasy.  After the big finish, we moved away from the crowd, by doing this, I really messed things up as sure enough, the "winners" medallions were all gone so my little E didn't get one for all of her hard effort.  My fault????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the race behind us, all E could think about was the "park" so we headed there where it was much quieter and more her speed.  I pushed her on the swings with another E for quite some time and she seemed to enjoy that the most.  With all of the fun and anticipation, I am glad we were able to break E into it in a mostly gentle fashion and for the record, I did have a very nice time and I did dream of the future when old or not Dad and E will cross yet another finish line together...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-842185382091936028?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/842185382091936028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=842185382091936028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/842185382091936028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/842185382091936028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-of-many.html' title='One of many'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-4752378297981789487</id><published>2008-06-13T20:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:29:27.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies on the back porch</title><content type='html'>I had a very nice walk with E this afternoon.  It has been warm lately as well as a bit breezy.  E was dressed in a beautiful sun dress and looked like I hope to remember her for many years to come.  As we set out, we headed off in her regular direction, down the driveway and hang a left.  We got around the next sidewalk corner (left) then I had to stop and pick some weeds growing where I had brought in some dirt earlier in the spring.  Well, after a couple minutes (honest) we set off up the way presumably toward aunt L's house where she loves to go.  I stopped just past our neighbors house and suggested that we maybe change things up and go to the swing, she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked along through the grass, we we mostly quiet then I started doing what M and I often do, sing...  My singing is typically to a familiar tune E knows but I tend to change the lyrics.  When I start to sing, E will often respond quickly with "SShhh! no daddy, no singing"  With a short pause, I will again try to break into song and see what she will tolerate.  Well, this time it took three times in order for me to get going.  The tune of choice was one of M's favorites currently.  "TAXI"  This goes...   "Taxi taxi riding  in the back seat, roll the windows up, roll the windows down...."  Well, after two chorus', I per typical started adding different words.  I like to try sometimes relate my rambling songs to a current situation or person or what have you.  This time, there were dogs barking from a distance so I added them to the song.  Puppies Puppies barking on the back porch, tie the puppies up ...  You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the songs, I pushed E on the swing for honestly 20 to 25 minutes in which time we had some quiet conversation about the breeze, birds, gardens, and more.  The part I liked best was just watching her hair all afluff and seeing her smile peek out every once in a while.  After a time, she fell more silent and I recognized a tired stare in her eyes.   As she was a bit tired, I got to carry her part of the way home but now she wants to do all for herself... to be expected, so I put her down and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving home, she was indeed tired and certainly hungry so M enticed her in for some "Brooklyn Style" pizza, which soon led to E reading fitfully for her afternoon nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly had a wonderful time, I was relaxed and more importantly enjoyed some time with E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-4752378297981789487?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/4752378297981789487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=4752378297981789487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4752378297981789487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4752378297981789487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/06/puppies-on-back-porch.html' title='Puppies on the back porch'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-9185874671623857340</id><published>2008-06-10T09:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:35:21.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There baaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SE67HaUhQ7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/sMxSq7o5Bt8/s1600-h/100_7019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210307554913108914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SE67HaUhQ7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/sMxSq7o5Bt8/s320/100_7019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I walked near our pond and heard a very familiar sound. A frog (usually not alone) now inhabits its depths! He seems a couple weeks early this year as in years past they came later, but now I am anticipating maybe a banner year for them in our happy little back yard pond. We also have tadpoles swimming and flitting about happily which M discovered last Sunday. If you were to think that any of the tadpoles were to actually live, there would be hundreds. I think though that they may turn to energy for the current resident frog(s). I really don't know how all these frogs find this oasis but it is a fun little diversion. I am hopeful that our oasis doesn't turn to a dark chamber for our aquatic friends. We will certainly try to create with our kids a sense of oneness with them instead of domination and destruction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We added a pergola to the back patio last year which is now taking shape. I have 1 1/2 coats of primer and stain on and it looks really nice! I also see a small river and waterfall added to the pond at some time in the future. We really love this spot and it makes me happy to see it freshly mown at dusk with my ambient lighting out in the garden. Ahhhhhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this backyard holds some true treasures and memories for E and MHM. I think there should be some nice lessons to learn in this space and I am sure when the kids get older, M will be able to use it as a learning tool for school projects. We love it and it has come a long way from when I moved in and am sure it will go through many many changes in years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-9185874671623857340?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/9185874671623857340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=9185874671623857340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/9185874671623857340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/9185874671623857340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-baaack.html' title='There baaack'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SE67HaUhQ7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/sMxSq7o5Bt8/s72-c/100_7019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-491015244323932879</id><published>2008-06-06T15:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:18:58.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much information</title><content type='html'>Today is HOT and WINDY! We took E and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; to Hawk Island water park where E got her first real taste of public park madness. Surprisingly not too full but plenty of crazy zooming, squealing kids. At first, she saw all the fun kids were having and went full speed into the middle of it all asking, "I want to go to the shower". Moments after getting doused with torrents of shooting water, she decided it was not her idea of enjoyment after all. M and I took turns circling the fountain area and slowly get her more comfortable and more wet. With E in my arms, I played in the water bubbling from the three umbrellas. These were the least formidable to her I could see so I concentrated on them. By half an hour or so, she was much braver and adventuresome. M had gone to the snack bar to get some treats so we would give her a bit then make her go one more round before more treats. Soon she was all for the water and couldn't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some video of E and M but think it will look more like very low budget porn or at least amateur night at an outside bar with all the breasts and butts that kept coming into view. I hopefully will remember next time to really choose my scenes much more carefully, there was way too much information hanging out! I think the pictures will be much better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; pretty much napped the whole time as the warm wind blew over his body, he looked very much to enjoy that. Just trying to keep track of E was much easier for the fact that he was dozing. He looked so comfortable, I was jealous of his nap in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we started readying to go home, E clearly didn't want to leave which is nice because that tells me that we will be returning someday, hopefully soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-491015244323932879?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/491015244323932879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=491015244323932879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/491015244323932879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/491015244323932879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-much-information.html' title='Too much information'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-3658420053575690757</id><published>2008-05-31T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:20:50.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats on the menu</title><content type='html'>My wife M enjoys cooking.  We for a time before E and MHM watched cooking shows endlessly  and drooled over them.  With what is turning out to be a library of cook books, M with what spare time she has seems always to be whipping up something yummy.  Breads, soups (one of my favorites with two home runs in the past month) main dishes and cookies, I am very fortunate to have this woman.  She seems to love it and I won't try  to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I don't have to worry about the same thing over and over and I have made mention that when I show true enjoyment of a dish, "it's too bad I'll probably never have that again".  This is not a bad problem to have but some times I just wish I could or would write them down so as not to forget them completely.  In the past month, we have had two soups which are absolutely the best soups I had ever ever eaten.  Italian Wedding soup and yesterday was what I would call French Onion.  The Wedding soup was in two words...AWESOME!  The Onion was so on par with a nice little restaurant (now closed) in H.L. that I wanted to write about it before I told M how good it was.  She sent me to work with a bowl and I took a hunk of my Zingermans yummy crusty bread.  When I heated it up and chunked my bread into it, I swear that if I weren't at work, I was in a fine dining establishment.  LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an end to this story, I hope and pray that I get some of these meals a second time but if I don't, I do know that another phenomenal meal will soon follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, LUCKY ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-3658420053575690757?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/3658420053575690757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=3658420053575690757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3658420053575690757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3658420053575690757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-on-menu.html' title='Whats on the menu'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-4733040116141590958</id><published>2008-05-29T18:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:26:49.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What words we say</title><content type='html'>This past weekend E surprised me yet again with her grasp of language. We were up north at the cottage sitting on the deck and I showed her something of which I don't recall. After I showed her the thing, she mater of factly stated "that's cool daddy". I was taken aback. This little miss, doesn't &lt;em&gt;miss&lt;/em&gt; anything. It was &lt;em&gt;cool! &lt;/em&gt;A very simple observation but an appropriate response for a hip little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I often in my speaking with her emphasize words in order to expand her already vast vocabulary as well as her understanding of words.  Wonderful, great and spectacular are some of the regulars I use, and it is fun to hear her repeat them with varying degrees of success.  I will after asking for her help, say "I appreciate that you helped me E, you're really wonderful!".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E also is quite capable of sharing her feelings, desires, likes and dislikes.  As we were tramping about the woods up north she proclaimed   "I'm happy daddy!" From my stand point, that is about all I need to hear to make me very happy. I even hope that statement validates M and I as a successful parents.  We often hear her say "I'm sad" then when prompted as to "what makes E sad?" she will return with a cheerful "I'm OK daddy!".  One of my favorites is when she will hear something and proclaim "that's redicooles!" (ridicules)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about how E makes me happy and I feel fortunate to go through it once again as MHM will be short on her heels in a few months.  He is showing some marks of brilliance himself and I will eagerly anticipating what new things he brings to the table for us to marvel at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-4733040116141590958?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/4733040116141590958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=4733040116141590958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4733040116141590958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4733040116141590958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-words-we-say.html' title='What words we say'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-3917544274266811412</id><published>2008-05-22T22:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:22:26.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting there...</title><content type='html'>I have been anxious to go north for a little while.  We have made several verbal attempts to go but it just seems that staying has been the easiest option.  Well, after looking at the forcast of last week, we decided to stay home one more time.  Saturday was a pretty nice day and Sunday was pretty but just down right cold.  I did talk to someone who was in H.L. last w.e. and he confirmed that it was not great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This w.e. so far looks great!  I am working o.t. tonight and then have the whole w.e. so we will wake tomorrow and pack to go to the cottage.  I really hope E will be excited as she will be seeing her cousins.  I bought E a sleeping bag this week (ok, 3 bags) but I will return the one that doesn't work for us.  Well, I remember the feeling of getting up north late after dad got out of work and crawling into a cold sleeping bag and soon feeling nice and cozy.  I hope E can maybe get some nice fuzzy feelings from H.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to get there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-3917544274266811412?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/3917544274266811412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=3917544274266811412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3917544274266811412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3917544274266811412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-there.html' title='Getting there...'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-3378907193108427210</id><published>2008-05-18T06:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:09:20.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early morning</title><content type='html'>Up early this morning with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, M asked that I take over for a while so she could get some more sleep. Fair enough! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was wide awake and full of energy. Nothing and no position for too long, Not Fair! I can only imagine what it is that is really happening in that little body. He probably doesn't want to be awake any more that we do but his body is probably stretching and growing and making him miserable. After an hour or so, he was in his total squirm mode so I knew that sleep was coming. He is now resting quietly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did not do the inevitable and go north this weekend. Friday was such a nice day and I learned that I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;returning&lt;/span&gt; to work Monday so I felt I had to get some stuff done. The weather forecast for the w.e. was also not good at all so we decided to stay and go up next w.e. for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; so far is expected to be summer like Memorial day which seem fewer and fewer as years go by...  Must be global warming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, now 7am it is once again partly sunny and not too cool. I really enjoy this time in the morning when I can do it on my terms. This is pretty relaxing watching the sun come up and see the garden come to life. I am waiting for a visit from our humming bird friend who seems to come early in the morn and late in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;e'en&lt;/span&gt;. So far, all I have seen is a bunny eating some of our early blooming flowers and other little birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now at 7:15am, the rest of the family is up and writing will now end. I have a second helping of milk to get and also ready for church. This post didn't go where I expected and I have now gotten the "More" command from E for what I just spoke. later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-3378907193108427210?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/3378907193108427210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=3378907193108427210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3378907193108427210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3378907193108427210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/05/early-morning.html' title='Early morning'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-3978031233458398435</id><published>2008-05-16T07:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:53:09.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand box</title><content type='html'>We are considering a weekend trip to the "cottage". As a youngin, this was not really a consideration, it was as it seemed a certainty, inevitability or in short, "the way it is". Well, many years later, I fondly recall waking up there to sounds of a soft knock on the door and dad leaving with his friend G to go get... drum-roll please... Donuts! I always petitioned (whined) for the Bear Claw as it was most certainly the largest and then proceeded to unravel it down to the yummiest part, the gooey center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After donuts, I remember the next item on the agenda was to go outside to the "sandbox" (a huge driveway about twelve feet wide and twenty feet long) to construct one of many elaborate cities over the years. My older brother B was of course the architect or should I say General Contractor. He would set me to task to build something then go around to other parts of the site to do "punch list" items and final clean up. We with out a doubt had the most awesome sandbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like hours of constructing perfectly scaled buildings and road systems, we would start smelling bacon and eggs which would mean that the rest of our days was beginning. While we were creating our sand city, dad would be getting the boat ready for a day on the lake. So now well fed, we would head out for some fishing, skiing and floating down the channels looking for turtles. On the lake, we would often cruise up to one of the marinas to get a snack. I remember this seemed to be some sort of candy bar which was urged to be eaten soon so it would not melt. Depending on our fortune with fishing, I remember hoping that hamburgers and hot dogs were going to be the fare fore the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope E and MHM will have wonderful memories of the cottage or for that matter, anything that we as a family happen to do. I am happy for my memories but they are mine and mine alone. I can skew them as necessary as long as I am the one who is happy to have had the experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-3978031233458398435?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/3978031233458398435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=3978031233458398435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3978031233458398435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3978031233458398435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-are-considering-weekend-trip-to.html' title='Sand box'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-8955853659012421271</id><published>2008-05-14T12:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:53:42.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy hands</title><content type='html'>Wow~  two posts in one day...  I need to write about our garden.  We really like what we have created in our backyard though with every year it becomes more and more work.  This is satisfying work but a bit frustrating when we can't get to it.  I have a nice view of it right now and with a light rain falling, it looks so lush and wonderful.  As cool as it has been, everything is very happy.  With my current no-job situation, I don't feel as far behind like I do usually.  I am even going to look on line to see how I can create a nice addition to our water feature.  I'd like to add a stream to our pond!  I have a feeling that my work will be on hold at least until June so if I get daring time wise and with Meg's help with design we might tackle this.  I really don't want to get too excited about it as I have plenty of other projects like painting our pergola or finishing our basement or just about anything else you can name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishfull thinking is what keeps us going, right???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-8955853659012421271?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/8955853659012421271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=8955853659012421271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8955853659012421271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/8955853659012421271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-hands.html' title='Busy hands'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2041629817490536324</id><published>2008-05-14T06:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:54:41.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What time will tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; is lying on the floor next to me making all kinds of noise. He is currently giving the third degree to Big Bird and Cookie Monster, just daring them to start something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped off E at school where right now, there are seven or so girls and one little boy in the room. It is amazing what fear this little boy can infuse in each of these girls. E has said in the last few weeks "I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wike&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bwake&lt;/span&gt;!". Well as E and I were sitting having a nice snack of gram crackers and milk (E likes to dip the crackers) I heard a shriek and witnessed a rag doll being ripped from a little girls arms and then saw the same rag doll whirled about striking little girls nearby attempting to comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am mirroring M's story of yesterday. How can these boys be such "boys"?? I just wonder what and when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; will start our education. He seems so very innocent, of course he is only five months old. I won't dwell on this too much for now but I can already hear the raised voices and feel the tension in the air as E and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; square off over a croissant (plastic) or maybe a hockey stick (weapon; as I call it). Thank God we do have six months or so before it really kicks in. I really hate that I am seeing this in the future but it does seem to be written in the history of mankind and certainly in its future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MHM&lt;/span&gt; seemed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; or troubled by these swinging creatures on his Sesame Street toy but with time and familiarity, it now seems as though he is taunting them to bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2041629817490536324?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2041629817490536324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2041629817490536324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2041629817490536324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2041629817490536324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-time-will-tell.html' title='What time will tell'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-5706578110159436697</id><published>2008-05-09T08:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:13:56.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What escapes you?</title><content type='html'>"Mr handsome man" (MHM) is quite a little guy. He is my son baby m. As I was enjoying him in all that he is this morning, I noticed something quite extraordinary in that I can see his heart beat in the soft spot on top of his head. What an amazing being that comes from a jellybean shape and morphs all the way into a smiling, laughing, kicking and drooling baby. This time around, I think unfortunately that I may be dismissing some of the marvels we noticed with E as she progressed from jellybean to the amazing two year old she is today, I sincerely hope not. I see m staring intently at me then out of nowhere comes a beautiful smile. I love this little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already mourn the loss of one of MHM's little things (ism). After a series of sneezes, he would let out a sound very hard to describe. It was a bit like an extended "Hhhheeeeee........" a very cute sound but we were unable to catch it on video and it appears to be gone now forever.  Another ism I don't think will fade all that quickly is MHM's classic pouty lip.  Oh my gosh, how can it be any more perfect.  It comes about of course as a result of being frightened.  It is hard not to laugh and is thoroughly enjoyable albeit at his expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you and appreciate what escapes your normal glances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-5706578110159436697?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/5706578110159436697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=5706578110159436697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5706578110159436697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5706578110159436697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-escapes-you.html' title='What escapes you?'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-9109398330887849969</id><published>2008-05-06T20:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:12:44.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anointed</title><content type='html'>As part of my eternal growth, I try to take my daughter E to church with me on Sunday and sometimes Thursdays for the kids mass. She never acts too bad, and I have my ways of keeping her focused on the next item up. Those items that get us through a mass are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs. These come every few minutes. I pick her up and try my best to keep time to the beat and keep her into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peace". Where we shake hands with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brethren&lt;/span&gt;. E really likes and looks forward to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time to take the money up (collection) which she so dearly loves. The best part for her of course is dropping the money in the basket and making a b-line to the other end of the church. I have taken to holding the hand for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is "time to go up". This is communion where I get the good stuff and she gets a special blessing from the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's a prayer, and one more song and were outta there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this last Sunday, E did a special thing for me. Along with my aforementioned tactics, I also have of course, milk and snacks to placate her. One of E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; snacks are pretzels. As we were sitting in the pew, I was searching through the snack cup looking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pretzels&lt;/span&gt;. As I would hand her one, she would hold it over my shoulder for a few seconds and then pop it in her mouth. I am not sure what that was really all about but it did make me feel pretty good that I was worth the extra effort and I hope that she got extra flavor or some good out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mass rituals may have been behind this, who knows?? I do know that I enjoy taking E to church to learn and I hope to keep my excuses for not taking her to a minimum. I believe this is what my stretching is all about. Not making excuses and really trying to do things that are sometimes hard. I get a lot out of mass and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; hope my family can follow me and that I will be a good role model for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really is a smart, polite, caring and generally a great kid. I feel blessed that I have been "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anointed&lt;/span&gt;" albeit with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pretzels&lt;/span&gt; by my daughter. I feel the love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-9109398330887849969?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/9109398330887849969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=9109398330887849969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/9109398330887849969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/9109398330887849969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/05/annointed.html' title='Anointed'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-612139017369524430</id><published>2008-05-02T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:04:10.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>winning the race</title><content type='html'>As spring comes and goes, I have been yearning to get out running with one of the kids.  Today, as it started out nice and warm, presented itself to make an attempt.  E was the most obvious kid to try with.  She has in my opinion been quite a challenge for me lately.  I try and try not to let a two year old outwit, outplay and outlast me but....  I have no excuse.  Anyway, I saw my opportunity and prepared for it then made my move.  I waited for the moment then asked if she wanted to go running with daddy, threw her in the jogger and we were off.  I figured that if I can reintroduce her to running with a bit of an incentive (bribe) then I might get back to a partial routine.  Well, my plan was to head across Okemos rd. down a trail system to a local park where there would be a nice diversion.  We were most the way there before she got antsy, but I held her off and we made it.  We spent quite a bit of time sliding, climbing and swinging.  We except for a few people in cars, were the only ones there for quite some time.  A little chihuahua stopped by with its owners but E was afraid to touch it.  Then, finally a little girl, Lillian stopped with her grand parents.  E was very polite and said to her "my name is E"  Very sweet!  Anyway, we played and climbed a bit longer but I kept a watchful eye on storm clouds.  I finally noted a few drops of rain and promptly told E that we needed to race home in order to beat the rain, like Diego did yesterday on TV.  She seemed to like that and it made our departure quite easy.  As the clouds swirled overhead, the drops started coming.  I prompted E to say whether she liked it and if the drops felt nice.  She nodded her head in agreement but I think she was a bit cold and probably tired.  Anyway, as we came up the drive, she was happy as was I because the rain came.  "We did it, we did it, hurray!" to quote from Dora.  We beat the storm clouds and I made sure I held a connection to one of her favorite things (Dora) as I need to figure out what bribes will keep working so I, I mean we can get out running.  The park may have to be it for a while.  It ads quite a bit of time to the whole process but I really loved it and she was really very good!  Love my E!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-612139017369524430?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/612139017369524430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=612139017369524430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/612139017369524430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/612139017369524430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/05/winning-race.html' title='winning the race'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-1712193510377704230</id><published>2008-04-29T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:00:25.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After five days of relative quiet, I happened to enter the luggage claim area moments after M, E and baby m exited an elevator from arrivals.  I was greeted in the loud airport din by an inquisitive and quite soft "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daaddy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Daaaaddy&lt;/span&gt;" amongst the hurried and frenzied tourists waiting for luggage.  It could not have been more subtle but I picked up on it like an Atom bomb in the back yard.  Music to my ears....  I quickly sidled up beside M and the kids and presented E and M with some flowers.  E asked, Flowers for me daddy??"  "Yes, for you and Mommy" I explained and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preceded&lt;/span&gt; to give her a great big hug as I lifted her up.  M was a bit surprised but a hug later and were were off in quest of the luggage.  All in all, the pick up was a breeze and having my family back was a spectacular feeling.  After peace and quiet for five days, I now know that that isn't how it supposed to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-1712193510377704230?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/1712193510377704230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=1712193510377704230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1712193510377704230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1712193510377704230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/04/after-five-days-of-relative-quiet-i.html' title=''/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-5283072560675133877</id><published>2008-04-25T08:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:27:58.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to it!</title><content type='html'>I have been by myself for three days now and can say I am getting stuff done. I have now successfully finished the electrical part of our basement with some satisfaction. It didn't jump to life due to of course a minor screw up on my part but when you do this stuff every three years or so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shopped for parts, tried to recycle, dug up the troublesome outdoor lighting wiring and helped my dad do a garbage disposal at one of their rentals which of course turned into much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came over after 1:30 pm. and looked over the basement a bit as I was finishing up what I could there for the day. Well, I was running around trying to think of stuff to do before I left. As I finally was ready to walk out, I looked at my tools sitting in the garage and thought "I should take those cause it's nice to have &lt;em&gt;my own tools&lt;/em&gt;"... I didn't. When we arrived at the rental, the first thing a tenant said was "we just had a situation" usually very bad in tenant speak. Well, it was stated that a "friend" (its always someone else) tried to plug something in to a receptacle and it took out the main breaker for the house. Wow that isn't good! Anyway, that started everything in motion. Wondering where &lt;em&gt;my electrical tester&lt;/em&gt; was (garage), I pulled off the wall plate and discovered that the receptacle had cracked, and shorted out probably due to 30 years of heating and such, it happens. Well, I didn't have a replacement so I taped it up to make it safe and went about the disposal. I turned off the switch and started disconnecting it and got a spark off the neutral (white) which should never happen. Well, that led to pulling the switch apart which was wired incorrect, which sent me to the basement to disconnect the power so I could fix it. In the basement, the situation was not really any better. Long story short, I now had to go home to get &lt;em&gt;my own tools. &lt;/em&gt;My dad had a few miscellaneous jobs to do so I drove home to get my stuff. A receptacle and &lt;em&gt;my own tools.&lt;/em&gt; On the way, I was angry at someone or something but I couldn't place what. The most convenient was my dad for getting me into this situation on such a great day, then I thought about the countless times he dropped what he was doing to help me or anyone for that matter. I soon realized that he was not the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I returned to the rental, &lt;em&gt;attitude adjustment in hand&lt;/em&gt;, we set to work fixing all the unexpected problems and were done in an hour or so. As we were talking on the way home, it really dawned on me what was to blame for the problems we encountered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the voice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-5283072560675133877?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/5283072560675133877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=5283072560675133877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5283072560675133877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/5283072560675133877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/04/listen-to-it.html' title='Listen to it!'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-1733013933000196398</id><published>2008-04-22T16:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:30:42.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone time is confusing</title><content type='html'>My family went to N.Y. to visit Grandma P and all the rest of the C's and D'A's. E and not so much baby m were only slightly aware that anything out of the ordinary was going on. "Were going on a trip....." With sadness, I watched them all disappear into the terminal. I will miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping E was going to take it easy on M as she was by herself to try to keep E reined in. I dropped them off at Detroit an hour before scheduled departure, and at 2 pm M called so I knew they were not in the air. Well, it seems that there was a 1.5hr delay, I hope that is all they encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am at home after my return trip and wondering exactly what does one do with free time??? Frankly, I currently feel lost. No drinks to prepare, no DVDs to insert, no going outside, no knees to kiss, no going "upstairs" and no questions to answer. Yeah, I feel lost. I have a huge mental list that I want to tackle while off work (due to strike... more later) and the house is empty. I guess I will sit for a little bit and regroup. I have to go to the Father / Other dinner tonight sans my son, where a really good speaker is scheduled. I am hoping my dad will sit with me instead of washing dishes, so I feel a bit more legitimate attending. So for now, I will not be efficient and I will wait until time to leave. I will make my mental notes and hope I get some of the items crossed off between now and Sunday. Oh, and as it would happen, a "Monk" is on that I haven't seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I am alone in a quiet house... Glee or confusion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-1733013933000196398?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/1733013933000196398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=1733013933000196398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1733013933000196398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/1733013933000196398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/04/lone-time-is-confusing.html' title='Lone time is confusing'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-7306723472173927944</id><published>2008-04-18T08:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:27:26.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprung</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today is in the mid 70's and just a good day to be off. I am "On strike" truely from work. We have been without an agreement for 6 months since the National agreement was finalized. Our big stopping issues are the reduction of work force in the name of "Core vs. Non-Core" employees. What it means in a nut shell is that I could be labled as Non-core and face a wage cut or.... Well, I really hope that it never comes to that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now, I am thinking of ways to make sure I use my time efficiently but also how to enjoy the time with the family. M, E and little m are leaving next Tuesday for New York to see the Clarks. I will miss them. Lots!! If I am still off work, I hope to get lots done though. I can't even begin to list the Spring time items. Yard, basement, garage, duplex and household items will keep me very busy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can hardly believe it, m has finally taken a bit of a nap. More or less, the one he never really took yesterday. M and I are guardedly happy about how he is sleeping for quite a bit of the night right now. Crossed fingers and all, he sure looks really great laying there lumpish and all. M and E went to the barber shop to get E's hair cut short for the Summer. M and I both think that E looks great with short hair, and it hopefully will make it easier for Daddy to make her pretty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-7306723472173927944?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/7306723472173927944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=7306723472173927944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7306723472173927944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7306723472173927944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-is-in-mid-70s-and-just-good-day.html' title='Sprung'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-7641072738434763115</id><published>2008-04-16T15:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:06:31.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's payin' for this??</title><content type='html'>This hopefully will be quick. There are certain levels of performance I expect when paying for something. I don't mind paying someone to do something they are more qualified than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own definition of; "Professional;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who gets paid for what they do, but does necessarily do what they get paid for well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having some work done in our home and I pointed out to the "professionals" a possible problem from a finished stand point. I was assured that it would be fixed and I would never notice it. As a trades person, I figured that was enough and that the issue would be taken care of properly. I put it out of my mind as I have many other things to think of . Today, after all the work was finished, I saw the possible problem staring me in the face, Finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it will be taken care of but it just irks me to know the problem could have been dealt with earlier and with great ease. Instead, it needs to be deconstructed, reconstructed and refinished. ugh! Ugh!! UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self; Be the pain in the rear that you don't want to be, because you'll be sorry if you aren't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-7641072738434763115?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/7641072738434763115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=7641072738434763115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7641072738434763115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/7641072738434763115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-hopefully-will-be-quick.html' title='Who&apos;s payin&apos; for this??'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-4299340651681920349</id><published>2008-04-14T17:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:31:29.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Guys'/><title type='text'>Weekly history lessons</title><content type='html'>So for going on 5 years, I have been spending a couple hours a week at an old folks home.  I visit elderly gentlemen who reside there and have become quite fond of the time spent there.  I was spurred on by the actions of a "friend" R, who I like but is for unmentioned reasons,  morally bankrupt.  Anyway, he related to me while we were working on a Turkey barn for MSU, how he had befriended an elderly man in need.  He stated that on many occasion, he would see this man trudging along the road carrying groceries and such.  One particularly cold February day, he saw the old man, turned around and asked if he could give him a ride.  The man stand-offish, finally agreed.  To make a long story short, R began to help this man (Irv) once a week to do groceries and banking.  I really was taken aback at R's generosity of time and friendship.   I went off to GM and no longer worked with R but that act really stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a few years about this act and wondered where I might find and old man trudging down the street in need?  I really hadn't seen one in Okemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was now dating M and we happened to be at a New Years Eve party (02-03) with friends and as the hour approached, everyone was talking about new resolutions.  When asked, I said that I was going to do something of "consequence" this year.  I guess I didn't know exactly but I knew it would involve the elderly.  Someone said jokingly "that sounds very deep" or something like that, noting that, "you'll make us all look bad".  I kept the yet unknown details to myself.  I new Now, that something was going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on it a while longer but finally the pulling from within landed me at the Dobie Rd facility  very near my home.  I was not ready for the steps it took to become a "Friendly visitor" including a criminal back ground check, finger prints and two character references, Wow!  Anyway, I met with the person in charge of volunteers and requested some Catholic gentlemen in order to have something in common.  Initially I was set up with three gentlemen so I figured I could spend thirty or so minutes with each to fill in about two hours.  That was the beginning of my "weekly history lessons" that I have come to enjoy and miss when not able to attend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come on A, H, G, B and H (my old guys)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-4299340651681920349?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/4299340651681920349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=4299340651681920349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4299340651681920349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/4299340651681920349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekly-history-lessons.html' title='Weekly history lessons'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-3665862014357909756</id><published>2008-04-12T11:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:21:53.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Dance</title><content type='html'>I am a person who learns by doing with my hands... "tactile" for those who know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In teaching our daughter, I like to explain and purposefully enact each sequence of what I do. One thing I share with E is the making of coffee. From an early age, as I held her to stop any possible crying, I would make the coffee and try to make it fun. The process, quite lengthy includes opening the cupboard door, getting the coffee filters, coffee and most importantly the "Coffee Grinder". I guess to make this short, I will not go through the whole thing and jump to the "beans of it" as it were. With and empty grinder, we pour the beans in, pick it up and with either a count down or a short drum roll, we commence to - pressing the button, shaking, bouncing up and down and gyrating like mad, for 15 or 20 seconds. I also to make it more dramatic, hum and growl to mimic the grinder noise. E seems to like the stimulation and expresses it with a big grin and some wonderful giggles. Ever I dare to make coffee on my own and she is within ear shot, she will turn her head from the TV chair or come running and loudly ask "can I hep eewwwe??" Sometimes I feel guilty or maybe sad if I do do it alone. I know that this will not be a life long practice and I am sure I will miss it. I do for my sake have baby m to do it all over again with though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to at this point engage my kids in many functions of life. I think goofy is fine and try to come up with plenty of it. I am sure they may think differently but this is a God given right of a dad as far as I am concerned. For now I can do what ever makes me feel good and I hope it will allow my family to either grin widely or groan but laugh inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-3665862014357909756?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/3665862014357909756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=3665862014357909756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3665862014357909756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/3665862014357909756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/04/coffee-dance.html' title='Coffee Dance'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-71332323199076797</id><published>2008-04-11T15:58:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:20:22.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Spring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153);" &gt;So my wife M was very surprised that I would have any interest in blogging. For now, I do. Anyway, after showing her my new space, we decided to set out my birthday gift from last year. A GEO Cache. After getting a location narrowed down, we took baby m for a walk on this, a mostly sunny and warm April day. Temperature at 71 degrees we walked in a Twp park for the right spot. He mostly slept in the carrier against my chest and we had a very nice time. On the way, we spotted a Blue Bird and many other Cardinals, wood peckers and much more. What a great start to a day. We found the right spot and now we have to submit to the governing authorities for approval. We hope to place this cache soon with E and m next week when the temp is supposed to get back int the 60's after this w.e.'s major cool down with snow for Sunday morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started Caching a year ago plus. We decided that it was a nice way to get to some out of the way places that locals know about that the rest of civilization jsut passes by on a daily basis. So far so good, we have tried it in many locals (NY., NJ., CA., MI. and PA. and had fun doing it along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-71332323199076797?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/71332323199076797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=71332323199076797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/71332323199076797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/71332323199076797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-spring-day.html' title='A Nice Spring day'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067908042672028392.post-2522387705740792346</id><published>2008-04-11T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:23:35.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking charge???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;So I was kind of hoping to ride the coat tails of M and let her chronicle My life. She has been the only one to make a log of our travels and our doings other than taking pictures which I really enjoy. Anyway, I am starting out on my own to take charge of what parts of my life I feel are important that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;There are so many things that I don't want to forget and only so much precious time to do it. As long as I try to post semi often, I think I can do it. Maybe I will do it at work with a few spare moments from time to time. The hard part is that I may be mid sentence and then a trouble call will come and I will have to sign off immediately. We'll see how that goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;As I sit here, my son M is next to me sleeping on the floor. He is well fed and content. I just dropped off my daughter E at here new school and that was not too bad except for the snot oozing kids that seem to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;glom&lt;/span&gt; on to me and want to sit on top of E as she is sitting in my lap. What has led me to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cyber&lt;/span&gt; Space is just those two examples (kids) as well as a gentle nudging from M for "taking charge" of my thoughts and memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I always felt in school that I could quite eloquently write a paragraph and in the end say nothing so beware, I am sure more of that is to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;There are a few things I want to talk about are; Coffee Dance, Going beyond my comfort zone (running(Meg), work(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ERT&lt;/span&gt;, T.L.)), Kids, and a host of other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Tune in later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067908042672028392-2522387705740792346?l=stretchinglong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/feeds/2522387705740792346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067908042672028392&amp;postID=2522387705740792346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2522387705740792346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067908042672028392/posts/default/2522387705740792346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stretchinglong.blogspot.com/2008/04/taking-charge.html' title='Taking charge???'/><author><name>STRETCHING</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16948429830038045862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llqaOI2he1U/SYL5RmBNCxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/2wS4SPZqfa8/S220/Picture+111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
