<?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-31458012560371912</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:10:59.499-07:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='dad'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='Settlement'/><category term='movies'/><category term='tired'/><category term='Myspace'/><category term='Tomorrow'/><category term='boys'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='outburst'/><category term='BBQ'/><category term='packing'/><category term='train'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='Nantasket'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='tips'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='presents'/><category term='agreement'/><category term='video'/><category term='attorney'/><category term='blocked'/><category term='driving'/><category term='parent coordinator'/><category term='cars'/><category term='friends'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='GAL'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Toys'/><category term='schedule'/><category term='random'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='party'/><category term='music'/><category term='school'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Divorce'/><category term='furniture'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='James Morrison'/><category term='visitation'/><category term='food'/><category term='house'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='mp3'/><category term='architecture'/><category term='health'/><category term='belongings'/><title type='text'>kpett</title><subtitle type='html'>On Being a single parent</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-6095458488683377553</id><published>2009-09-21T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:38:36.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>U2 Concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SrfyNKEC2nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/60cKotTP-oI/s1600-h/3940712655_4b83f4f401_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SrfyNKEC2nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/60cKotTP-oI/s320/3940712655_4b83f4f401_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384038187398257266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="setlistImage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.setlist.fm/setlist/u2/2009/gillette-stadium-foxborough-ma-23d78867.html" title="U2 Setlist Gillette Stadium, Foxborough, MA, USA 2009, 360° Tour " target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.setlist.fm/widgets/setlist-image-v1?id=23d78867" alt="U2 Setlist Gillette Stadium, Foxborough, MA, USA 2009, 360° Tour " style="border: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.setlist.fm/setlist/edit/u2/2009/gillette-stadium-foxborough-ma-23d78867.html"&gt;Edit this setlist&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.setlist.fm/setlists/u2-23d6b80f.html"&gt;More U2 setlists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-6095458488683377553?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/6095458488683377553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=6095458488683377553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6095458488683377553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6095458488683377553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2009/09/u2-concert.html' title='U2 Concert!'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SrfyNKEC2nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/60cKotTP-oI/s72-c/3940712655_4b83f4f401_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-3278927015654015815</id><published>2008-12-13T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:31:39.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ten best songs of 2008</title><content type='html'>So, last year I put together a song list.  (You can see it &lt;a href="http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/12/ten-best-songs-of-2007.html"&gt;here:&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's what I listened to in 2008.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Radiohead - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nTFjVm9sTQ" target="new"&gt; "House of Cards"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could listen to this one over and over and over - and sometimes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spoon - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyhYVMRI5BU" target="new"&gt;"Don't You Evah"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great, but no video :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Death Cab for Cutie = &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pq-yP7mb8UE" target="new"&gt;"I Will Possess Your Heart"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the long version - the radio version cuts out the 4 minute intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Killers - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6r4KT8-VX0" target="new"&gt;"Human"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you miss 80's music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kings of Leon - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHhhcKxflMY" target="new"&gt;"Sex on Fire"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great, fun, sex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Adele - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qz7vGW2_5c0" target="new"&gt;"Chasing Pavements"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great song - also a little different (and tragic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Airborne Toxic Event - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2YnDlEMXiU" target="new"&gt;"Sometime Around Midnight"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This one starts slowly builds to some raw emotion - and while watching the video you want to see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Republic Tigers - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6VuCl-flto" target="new"&gt;"Buildings &amp;amp; Mountains"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love the mood of this one - and they sing about buildings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Bravery - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6G7ZLaiPxu0" target="new"&gt;"Believe"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good rocking song - also has some 80's influences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ryan Adams - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRuY49nXgA8" target="new"&gt;"Two"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For you country fans.  I know, its a 2007 song, but I didn't find it until this year.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-3278927015654015815?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/3278927015654015815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=3278927015654015815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3278927015654015815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3278927015654015815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/12/ten-best-songs-of-2008.html' title='Ten best songs of 2008'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-8501770136084200525</id><published>2008-09-08T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:27:29.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Single Dad Video Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24YX4hF9CDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24YX4hF9CDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't posted any videos in a while, but I just came across this video blog of a single dad with his 5-year-old daughter, Savannah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-8501770136084200525?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/8501770136084200525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=8501770136084200525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8501770136084200525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8501770136084200525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/09/single-dad-video-blog.html' title='Single Dad Video Blog'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-5687730243263826044</id><published>2008-09-04T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:06:57.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Mystic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SMCEnUSUdNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oXbjEl9grik/s1600-h/mystic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SMCEnUSUdNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oXbjEl9grik/s320/mystic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242335777254569170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SMCEkS-Y5eI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NIBpAwitYCw/s1600-h/Mystic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SMCEkS-Y5eI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NIBpAwitYCw/s320/Mystic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242335725362931170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SMCEgv-630I/AAAAAAAAAEo/FsZcELJZiOk/s1600-h/Mystic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SMCEgv-630I/AAAAAAAAAEo/FsZcELJZiOk/s320/Mystic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242335664430309186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SMCEaZWcQpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BLraGOj59_M/s1600-h/Mystic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SMCEaZWcQpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BLraGOj59_M/s320/Mystic4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242335555275735698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the boys on a short vacation over the Labor Day weekend - to Mystic, Connecticut.  We actually left after Leo was let out of Kindergarten at noon on Thursday.  The boys napped in the car for the drive down to Mystic.  It was nice not having to deal with airplanes or a real long drive - its just under 2 hours to get there, and the Red Sox were playing an afternoon game against the Yankees that day, so I was able to relax and listen to the game on the radio while the boys slept.  (The Red Sox lost, though . . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great time the three of us had.  There was beautiful weather every day except Saturday morning - so we chose that day to go to the aquarium.  Apparently, we weren't the only ones who had the same idea and the aquarium was mobbed.  But we still had a lot of fun.  We were at the Mystic Seaport all day on Friday where we went on two boat rides and spent a lot of time at the small children's museum and playing on the small model boats they have there.  I just enjoyed watching them explore and learn about boats and the seaport (and tried to keep them out of trouble!)  By the time Sunday rolled around we were all tired and were glad to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-5687730243263826044?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/5687730243263826044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=5687730243263826044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5687730243263826044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5687730243263826044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/09/mystic.html' title='Mystic'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SMCEnUSUdNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oXbjEl9grik/s72-c/mystic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-934101428254554414</id><published>2008-08-26T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:41:19.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SLSikA5Ff3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/URQToMBZhMs/s1600-h/Leo_K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SLSikA5Ff3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/URQToMBZhMs/s320/Leo_K.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238991006137155442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo is now a Kindergartner!  Today was the first day of Kindergarten - yes, before Labor Day.  What they do here in Lexington is get 3 half-days in before Labor Day to ease the kids back into school mode, then start full time after Labor Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was a little anxious this morning.  Since Leo was with his mom, I got to school and waited for them to arrive.  And when they did, Daniel wanted me to carry him, so I wasn't really able to talk to Leo and ask him how he felt.  We were able to find his new classroom on our own, and Leo was very curious as he spent a good deal of time looking around the room.  Other children started filing in, and eventually the teacher, Mrs. Barker.  She immediately took control of the situation, getting all of the children to sit in a circle on the rug - then ordering the parents to quickly say our goodbyes so she could get to work.  After we left the classroom, Daniel had a meltdown in the parking lot because he wanted to leave with me instead of his mother - and she was mad because the morning drop-off time at school will not allow her to get to work by 9:00.  She said, "You had to pick a school that was the most inconvenient for me, didn't you."  I'm sure she would have preferred I let her have her way - which means Leo would be attending a $30,000 a year private school where they teach in French!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Leo later in the day as there was an open house at 5:00 at the school for the after-school program he is enrolled in.  He told me his morning was "good".  We then met the teachers that run the after-school program.  Lexington's kindergarten is "full-day", which is 8:45-3:15.  I was able to get Leo enrolled in Lextended Day, which takes the kids at 3:15 and has outdoor playtime when the weather is nice along with arts&amp;amp;crafts projects until parents can pick the kids up between 5 and 6.  My neighbor across the street didn't get their child enrolled in time and he is on a waiting list (which the teacher there said he probably won't get into the program at all this year).  So, I'm glad I was proactive in getting the house here and getting Leo enrolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait until tomorrow when I get to pick Leo up from his 2nd day in Kindergarten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-934101428254554414?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/934101428254554414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=934101428254554414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/934101428254554414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/934101428254554414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/08/kindergarten.html' title='Kindergarten'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SLSikA5Ff3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/URQToMBZhMs/s72-c/Leo_K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2869288979253549814</id><published>2008-08-24T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T05:05:40.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belongings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Fast Summer</title><content type='html'>Wow, its hard to believe the summer is almost over. We missed out on a lot as I had to spend too much time dealing with selling the other house and getting moved. But as we're settling into the new house, we've been able to get out and have some fun. Last week we went blueberry picking and enjoyed a hayride at Wards Berry Farm, and the week before we spent a great day at Nantasket Beach. (Pictures below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I've been unpacking boxes and am very happy to say that every box has been unpacked! There are a quite a few stacks of belongings in the basement and a lot of organizing yet to do down there, but my goal was to get every box (except the Christmas stuff) unpacked so I wouldn't have anything in boxes. This has allowed me to pitch a lot of unwanted stuff. Over the last few days I've been hanging pictures. I don't have anywhere near as much wall space as I did in the other house, so some nice pictures and paintings are being relegated to the basement. But I'm determined to get everything ready for the big housewarming party on the 20th, and I'm just about there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few more things to add to the Home Depot list. After installing new wall sconces in the dining room (to match the chandelier I moved from the old house), I found out there is a short in the dimmer switch, so I need to get a new one of those. I also need bathrobe hooks for the boys, an edge guard for the kitchen (where the new refrigerator door swings into a cabinet!), and lastly, for now, I need a new lawnmower. The old one I had used for almost 10 years so it had served me well, but the handle snapped as I was mowing my weeds at the new house. Yes, I said weeds. The previous owners of this house didn't take care of the lawn or any of the gardens (which I found out had been meticulously designed by the owners before them), and so everything is overgrown with weeds. I'll save that work for next spring - summer is almost over and it looks like its going to be a very busy fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SLFOS1V0JqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YLkdYzIaoeY/s1600-h/L_D_wards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SLFOS1V0JqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YLkdYzIaoeY/s320/L_D_wards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238053927071786658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SLFOZa2ADZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KhKQ353gSe4/s1600-h/L_D_nantasket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SLFOZa2ADZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KhKQ353gSe4/s320/L_D_nantasket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238054040218111378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2869288979253549814?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2869288979253549814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2869288979253549814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2869288979253549814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2869288979253549814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/08/fast-summer.html' title='Fast Summer'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SLFOS1V0JqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YLkdYzIaoeY/s72-c/L_D_wards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-8691212339054124370</id><published>2008-07-27T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:47:33.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Boxes</title><content type='html'>So, I'm now in Lexington.  The move was hectic - one of the movers said, "You've got a lot of stuff - is the house you're moving into just as big?"  Actually, the house is smaller, and I tried to get rid of some of the larger things before I moved, but now that I'm here with stuff crammed in everywhere, its time to get rid of some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boxes!  They are everywhere!  I didn't realize I had packed so much.  My goal now is to unpack every box - nothing left in any boxes (except, of course, the Christmas stuff).  This way, everything will be out, and then I can better decide what to get rid of and what to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids' playroom is going to be great.  I've already set some new rules as to what toys are in the Family Room so that it doesn't get too cluttered.  Everything else - down in the playroom.  The boys have already accepted a new routine, as they go down to the playroom when they get home from school while I cook dinner.  There is still a lot of organizing to do in the playroom as well - gonna try to keep the toys in bins and on shelves so the room isn't always a complete mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the house - I'm slowly getting things in place.  I had a pretty good idea where I wanted to put the big pieces of furniture before I moved - and since I've been here I've only had to switch around a couple of big things.  But I'm still unpacking boxes, and as I do, I've got to find some place to put everything, at least temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the house utilities.  The dryer needed a longer lint exhaust.  The washing machine needed a longer discharge hose.  And then when I got the washing machine installed and turned the water on, there was a leak in one of the hoses so I had to get a new hose.  Once the new hose was installed, I was able to start a load of laundry, only to find that during the rinse cycle the longer discharge hose doesn't sit well in the drain pipe and so water spills over.  Then I woke up the next morning to find water all over the laundry room floor as there was  a small leak in the water valve which dripped all night.  Got the new refrigerator delivered, and when I turned on the water for the automatic ice maker, found out there was a leak in the copper pipe at the floor, and more water spilled all over the floor in part of the basement.  Which was, of course, where I had a pile of boxes stacked waiting to be unpacked.  I think its now time to call a plumber!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-8691212339054124370?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/8691212339054124370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=8691212339054124370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8691212339054124370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8691212339054124370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/07/boxes.html' title='Boxes'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2965924253802083820</id><published>2008-07-03T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:54:40.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><title type='text'>I'm Trying</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to put thoughts, feelings, emotions aside and concentrate on the move, now less than 2 weeks away.   Packing is a pain - pitching is more therapeutic.  Moving into a smaller house - downsizing.  That feels good.  Not as much to deal with.  But still have to plan where things are going to go - the movers will ask.  Can't figure it all out, but I can get close.  Posted some unwanted furniture on Craigslist - 3 pieces posted, 3 pieces sold.  Offered used cribs on the single parents message board and found a way to pass them on.  Feeling lighter already.  Have a bag of old clothes ready for the Salvation Army.  Wanted to get through the unwanted CD's and DVD's and list them on eBay but haven't found the time for that.  But those things are smaller and so can make the move.  Only so many hours in a day.  Still have to work.  Still have the boys to take care of.  The house still needs to operate, right up to moving day.  Change of address forms are in progress.  Magazines and credit cards are already switched over.  There's usually a missed periodical when you move, but maybe not this time.  I'm aware of many 'lasts' - the last time I will do this, the last time I will go there.  I try to push those thoughts away.  Gotta pack more boxes.  Gotta pitch more junk.  Now is the time to do it.  I will miss this town, neighborhood, street, yard, house, room.  But this move was set up almost &lt;a href="http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/settlement.html"&gt;a year ago&lt;/a&gt;.  I didn't want to move.  I was ready to fight to stay.  I've got to remind myself I'm the bigger person.   And this will be better for the boys.  I believe it.  I have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2965924253802083820?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2965924253802083820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2965924253802083820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2965924253802083820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2965924253802083820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-trying-to-put-thoughts-feelings.html' title='I&apos;m Trying'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2642270085877862565</id><published>2008-06-17T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:49:36.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agreement'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Finally sold the house - what a relief.  With the real estate market like it is, I was facing the probability of being handcuffed with this house for a long time.  The buyer put in a low offer - we countered back and forth a couple of times, then I finally accepted a number which a few months ago I never would have imagined I would accept.  The buyer is getting this house for a steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for the agreement, I wouldn't have had to go through this.  I didn't want to move in the first place.  But, its now time to let this house go and move on.  The boys will miss it - but they are already excited for the new house.  I took them there a couple of weeks ago and they ran around the empty house screaming in delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will this move mean for my life?  Aside from the pain of finding new stores to shop at, a new doctor for the boys, and new ways to get to and from school/work, the biggest challenge will be in maintaining great friendships with people who will now live farther away.  But on the bright side, the boys and I will have a house that is just ours, and we will be set for whatever the future has in store for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2642270085877862565?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2642270085877862565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2642270085877862565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2642270085877862565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2642270085877862565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2611861135822765381</id><published>2008-06-09T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:22:52.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sealy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SE3XXqBTNlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/N55h7OVdMO4/s1600-h/sealy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SE3XXqBTNlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/N55h7OVdMO4/s320/sealy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210057145354237522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2611861135822765381?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2611861135822765381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2611861135822765381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2611861135822765381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2611861135822765381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/06/sealy.html' title='Sealy'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SE3XXqBTNlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/N55h7OVdMO4/s72-c/sealy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-6060298396948501989</id><published>2008-05-16T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:21:11.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='architecture'/><title type='text'>AIA Convention</title><content type='html'>Went to the AIA Convention over the past 3 days - easy to do this year as it was here in Boston. (That's the American Institute of Architects for those that don't know what the AIA is.) I attended some great seminars, ran into some old friends, and visited the huge exhibition hall where I discovered some new products, found out that Google had bought SketchUP and also had to snap some pictures of the Kohler booth for Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SC4y71o4OjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yoiQWpqw02k/s1600-h/AIA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SC4y71o4OjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yoiQWpqw02k/s320/AIA1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201150623251708466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SC4y3Fo4OiI/AAAAAAAAADs/YJuftKKNmls/s1600-h/AIA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SC4y3Fo4OiI/AAAAAAAAADs/YJuftKKNmls/s320/AIA2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201150541647329826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SC4yxlo4OhI/AAAAAAAAADk/rRTyAODiisI/s1600-h/AIA3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SC4yxlo4OhI/AAAAAAAAADk/rRTyAODiisI/s320/AIA3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201150447158049298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SC4ytlo4OgI/AAAAAAAAADc/zWzrtItDrQU/s1600-h/AIA4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SC4ytlo4OgI/AAAAAAAAADc/zWzrtItDrQU/s320/AIA4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201150378438572546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SC4ymFo4OfI/AAAAAAAAADU/2-yOU7PhJws/s1600-h/AIA5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SC4ymFo4OfI/AAAAAAAAADU/2-yOU7PhJws/s320/AIA5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201150249589553650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-6060298396948501989?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/6060298396948501989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=6060298396948501989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6060298396948501989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6060298396948501989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/05/aia-convention.html' title='AIA Convention'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SC4y71o4OjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yoiQWpqw02k/s72-c/AIA1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2445785370049983721</id><published>2008-05-13T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:48:44.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten Here We Come</title><content type='html'>We had our meeting with the preschool director and one of Leo's teachers today.  Overall, they were happy to see how much he has achieved over the past couple of months - especially how he is learning to cope with stressful situations.  The teachers have been working with him to verbalize his feelings and he now has a much better ability to talk about what is happening instead of just screaming when he has a tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both agreed that cognitively Leo is ready for Kindergarten (and then some).  Especially this week, as Leo is the 'number captain' as the class is learning new ways to look at numbers - like greater than and less than, and counting by twos.  Physically, he is also ready.  His favorite outside activity is now climbing the monkey bars - which I saw last weekend at Todd's as Leo was proud to show off how well he could move across a set of bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Leo still has some social challenges.  He likes his friends at school, and is well-liked by them.  And although the teachers have shifted their role to 'guiding' Leo through one of his tantrums rather than just trying to get him to stop, his outbursts still happen.  They are working with him to take a deep breath when they see the signs of something about to happen - and Leo himself is even becoming aware that he is about to lose control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, though, they believe moving on to Kindergarten would be much better for Leo as opposed to staying another year in Pre-school.  If he stayed, the next oldest child would be 6 months younger than Leo - so he would not have any peers.  They are afraid that the growth he is now making could backfire if he was not challenged to continue to grow.  Also, if he stayed he would not get the same sort of attention at the beginning of the school year as the teachers spend a lot more time dealing with the group dynamics of the new children in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kindergarten, all of the children would be in the same position when the school year starts.  And they believe Leo might even have an advantage coming from his experiences at this preschool.  During the summer, the preschool sessions are run more like a camp, but without giving up much of the structure that is already in place.  And if we continue to encourage Leo to be comfortable with the upcoming change of schools even better.  I plan on taking him to visit his new school, and we'll also spend some additional time on the playground there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of preschool, they have "graduation".  Its a special day for all of the kids and for many of them, the last time they will see each other, as they scatter to different school districts to start Kindergarten.  So we'll try to get pictures of him with his present school friends - just as he has some pictures with some of the classmates he had at KinderCare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, meanwhile, has two more years of preschool.  I think he will miss having Leo around - even though they were in different classes, Daniel has never known being at school without Leo being nearby.  But a second year in his Preschool 1 class will allow Daniel to grow and be one of the older children in the class - a feeling he never gets at home with his big brother around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2445785370049983721?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2445785370049983721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2445785370049983721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2445785370049983721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2445785370049983721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/05/kindergarten.html' title='Kindergarten Here We Come'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-1212451859621220458</id><published>2008-05-04T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T07:44:29.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>Spring is my favorite season of the year.  After a long winter, there's nothing better than finally being outside in the warm sun and getting the boys out of the house.  Only this year, that's not the case.  Its another rainy weekend and I've got to find more inside activities for the kids.  They're getting tired of the same old toys they've been playing with since Christmas, and because I'm still trying to sell the house, I'm constantly trying to keep up with the cleaning.  So, as they spread new toys out, I'm right behind them picking up whatever they just finished playing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're headed out to go bowling.  I think we'd all rather be riding our bikes in the park as was our original plan.  But the boys are excited about the bowling trip and they know they will get a snack or ice cream out later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-1212451859621220458?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/1212451859621220458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=1212451859621220458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1212451859621220458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1212451859621220458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-5473703144059286983</id><published>2008-04-29T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:56:23.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation pics</title><content type='html'>OK - here they are. A few of my vacation pictures from our trip to Lexington, Kentucky. The boys had a great time - first time hitting a baseball off of a tee, fun outside at playgrounds (the weather was fantastic!), at the marina, in the pool, and at one of my favorite places - the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Frankfort, KY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenKaR7SNI/AAAAAAAAACc/QS2-Ix9a5pc/s1600-h/Lex74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenKaR7SNI/AAAAAAAAACc/QS2-Ix9a5pc/s320/Lex74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194804492490197202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenLaR7SOI/AAAAAAAAACk/IHcHN5Cy1Tg/s1600-h/Lex75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenLaR7SOI/AAAAAAAAACk/IHcHN5Cy1Tg/s320/Lex75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194804509670066402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenLqR7SPI/AAAAAAAAACs/rdFEFVgVHeA/s1600-h/Lex81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenLqR7SPI/AAAAAAAAACs/rdFEFVgVHeA/s320/Lex81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194804513965033714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenL6R7SQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tJWO69cC4zY/s1600-h/Lex94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenL6R7SQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tJWO69cC4zY/s320/Lex94.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194804518260001026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenMKR7SRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QQFzhWFdk6o/s1600-h/Lex102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenMKR7SRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QQFzhWFdk6o/s320/Lex102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194804522554968338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenVqR7SSI/AAAAAAAAADE/hhnlr7ek764/s1600-h/Lex111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenVqR7SSI/AAAAAAAAADE/hhnlr7ek764/s320/Lex111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194804685763725602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenXKR7STI/AAAAAAAAADM/FIdGnLh1EAE/s1600-h/Lex122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenXKR7STI/AAAAAAAAADM/FIdGnLh1EAE/s320/Lex122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194804711533529394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-5473703144059286983?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/5473703144059286983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=5473703144059286983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5473703144059286983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5473703144059286983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/04/vacation-pics.html' title='Vacation pics'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBenKaR7SNI/AAAAAAAAACc/QS2-Ix9a5pc/s72-c/Lex74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-3172244571451343066</id><published>2008-04-26T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:52:28.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. Just got back from a week in Lexington, Kentucky with the boys. They were good (most of the time) and it was great to see my Aunt, cousins and Kentucky friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason for the trip was to have the burial service for my father, who passed away about a year and a half ago. He donated his body to a medical school, so a student could learn from his body. And now his remains have been "inurned", (interred is in the ground, inurned is what you do with cremated remains that are not buried in the ground).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more vacation pics later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBOHvKR7SLI/AAAAAAAAACM/oAIyaK5A7es/s1600-h/dad_ld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBOHvKR7SLI/AAAAAAAAACM/oAIyaK5A7es/s320/dad_ld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193644039571458226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBOHvqR7SMI/AAAAAAAAACU/U0TRxvm4VTs/s1600-h/dad_plaque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBOHvqR7SMI/AAAAAAAAACU/U0TRxvm4VTs/s320/dad_plaque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193644048161392834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-3172244571451343066?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/3172244571451343066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=3172244571451343066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3172244571451343066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3172244571451343066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/04/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/SBOHvKR7SLI/AAAAAAAAACM/oAIyaK5A7es/s72-c/dad_ld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-8741699576859538441</id><published>2008-03-28T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T19:22:43.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Introducing . . .</title><content type='html'>my new house!  Don't want to take away any of Karie's thunder, but since she shared photos of her house, here are mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R-2mnaKWzwI/AAAAAAAAABs/AUNamA3_Uu0/s1600-h/Flint1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R-2mnaKWzwI/AAAAAAAAABs/AUNamA3_Uu0/s320/Flint1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182981942141177602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R-2mtqKWzxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/x1qaEIIL9JQ/s1600-h/Flint2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R-2mtqKWzxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/x1qaEIIL9JQ/s320/Flint2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182982049515360018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R-2m0aKWzyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/afEn5fRB9xo/s1600-h/Flint4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R-2m0aKWzyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/afEn5fRB9xo/s320/Flint4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182982165479477026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R-2m6KKWzzI/AAAAAAAAACE/p7INm9SCGUs/s1600-h/Flint5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R-2m6KKWzzI/AAAAAAAAACE/p7INm9SCGUs/s320/Flint5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182982264263724850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just made the offer today - then after one back and forth, it was accepted!  Still need to get my house sold, but this one was going to go fast if I didn't move on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-8741699576859538441?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/8741699576859538441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=8741699576859538441' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8741699576859538441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8741699576859538441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/03/introducing.html' title='Introducing . . .'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R-2mnaKWzwI/AAAAAAAAABs/AUNamA3_Uu0/s72-c/Flint1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-1324923109867146281</id><published>2008-03-24T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:38:25.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agreement'/><title type='text'>Out of state</title><content type='html'>I tried to call the boys at their mother's house on Saturday night.  There was no answer and I had to leave a message.  Then, on Sunday night, I tried calling again.  No answer - this time I left a message saying I would call back in half an hour.  After 30 minutes, I tried again.  Again, voicemail.  I wanted to wish the boys a Happy Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, about 30 minutes later, the phone rings.  Its Leo on Karen's cell phone.  We had a good chat - until he said he was at Nana's house.  I stayed calm and continued talking to Leo.  He had a fun day - got chocolate bunnies for Easter.  Then I talked to Daniel, but it was late and he was very tired.  Then we said good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the part that got me mad.  She never told me she was taking the boys to her mother's house for the weekend.  Her mother lives on Long Island - in New York.  By doing this, she violated the terms of our divorce agreement.  It specifically says that neither party can remove the children from the state without advance notice to the other party of at least seven days, and must provide the other party with the locations where they will be with contact phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I have to write her another e-mail about something she has done which goes against our agreement.  I know it was only to her mother's, and I'm sure the boys had a good time.  But something could have happened, and I would of had no idea they were even out of state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-1324923109867146281?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/1324923109867146281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=1324923109867146281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1324923109867146281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1324923109867146281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/03/out-of-state.html' title='Out of state'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-6290031392100299658</id><published>2008-03-23T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T05:26:43.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Vegetarian</title><content type='html'>Leo, again.  I go to pick him up from school on Thursday, and Laura, one of his teachers, asks me if Leo is a vegetarian.  I tell her no.  She tells me that Leo asked her if what they had served him at lunch was meat.  She said yes.  Leo then told her that he is a vegetarian and the meat used to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, during our divorce, whether we raised the kids to be vegetarians was a huge issue.  I knew Karen was vegetarian when I married her.  She told me she hadn't always been vegetarian.  She grew up eating meat - hot dogs, hamburgers, steak, chicken.  I believe she told me that it was sometime in college she stopped eating meat.  She's not a vegan or anything that extreme - it was more about eating something that had a consciousness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I respected her beliefs and never brought meat into the house.  We ate a lot of bean dishes, experimenting with Indian and Eastern cuisine.  I got my fill of meat during lunches at work, or whenever we went out to a restaurant to eat.  In fact, she encouraged me to have meat when we ate out, knowing I was sacrificing what I liked at home for her beliefs.  And when her mom visited, she always went shopping for meat and would cook lamb or other meat dishes for dinner for her and I while Karen ate something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Leo was born, I remember a conversation we had about whether he would be raised as a vegetarian.  I thought that as long as he got the protein he needed as a baby eating non-meat baby food, that would be okay.  But as he got older, it would be his choice as to whether he ate meat or not.  I specifically remember telling Karen that when I took Leo to Fenway Park to see a Red Sox game, we would have Fenway Franks together (or at least I would offer one to him).  So Leo, and then Daniel, never ate meat as a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, once Leo was in daycare, they served meat at lunch.  Karen first tried to get them to serve him other non-meat foods, but KinderCare was not really set up for vegetarian diets.  So Leo started eating meat at school.  I then began to offer him meat when I was out with the boys - Chicken McNuggets when we were at McDonalds (he ate them), and ham &amp; cheese sandwiches at Panera (he ate that as well).  Once Daniel started eating non-baby food, he ate meat as well, both at daycare and when he was out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the divorce, this became an issue after I started buying meat at the store - not anything like steaks, but since I spent every night and all weekend at home every week with the boys, I bought a lot of hot pockets and other prepared foods that included meat.  One particular day I was having lunch with the boys at home - I believe I made them peanut butter and jelly while I had a ham and cheese hot pocket.  Leo and Daniel wanted pieces of my sandwich, which I was giving them (and they were eating) when Karen came home from whatever she was doing and saw the boys eating ham.  She got upset, demanding I not let the boys eat meat.  We got into a big argument with no resolution.  A couple of days later my attorney received a letter from her attorney threatening legal action regarding the 'vegetarian issue'.  We responded with the facts, and the issue died for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It later came up again while meeting with the Guardian Ad Litem - he asked me questions about what happened - I told him my belief that it was a choice for the boys to make on their own, and he agreed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the divorce when we switched daycare providers, the boys continued to be offered meat at school.  I also routinely give them meat at home, although Leo has developed an aversion to hot dogs.  Then, a couple of months ago, I remember first hearing Leo say that he was a vegetarian.  I thought it was just something he had heard Karen say and didn't think much of it.  He has since repeated it again a few times, but I didn't think it was a big deal, as kids often repeat things they hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, its a serious issue.  Leo skipped a meal at school.  And, I believe he is being brainwashed by Karen into believing he does not eat meat.  I sent Karen an e-mail on Friday demanding she stop her actions and explain to Leo that it is his choice.  Meanwhile, I'm thinking I am going to take Leo to the grocery store and spend some time showing him all of the different foods there are, including the meat section, and that all of the foods offer different protein and vitamins for us to grow healthy and strong.  Ultimately, it will be Leo's choice, but I don't think that either of us should make that choice for him.  If we were both vegetarians and raised him that way, that would be different.  But since we have opposite beliefs on the matter, neither of us should force our beliefs on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-6290031392100299658?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/6290031392100299658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=6290031392100299658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6290031392100299658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6290031392100299658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/03/vegetarian.html' title='Vegetarian'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-1131632085440483382</id><published>2008-03-19T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:25:10.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Pluto</title><content type='html'>Leo and I carried on the following conversation tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: "Daddy, what is the name of the first planet?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mercury."&lt;br /&gt;Leo: "Okay.  So first there's the Sun.  Then Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wow, Leo, you know all your planets."&lt;br /&gt;Leo just smiled, and then said, "Daddy, I've got a great idea.  Let's go to Pluto!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, I don't know, Leo.  Its pretty cold on Pluto."&lt;br /&gt;Leo thought a minute, then said, "That's okay, Daddy.  I'll bring my sled."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-1131632085440483382?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/1131632085440483382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=1131632085440483382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1131632085440483382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1131632085440483382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/03/pluto.html' title='Pluto'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2165786744929266625</id><published>2008-03-17T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:23:34.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>3-17 Video of the week</title><content type='html'>Britney Spears: Jamie Lynn Childcare Tips.  {spoof}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsGQ10kN_U8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsGQ10kN_U8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2165786744929266625?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2165786744929266625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2165786744929266625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2165786744929266625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2165786744929266625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/03/3-17-video-of-week.html' title='3-17 Video of the week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2072688767453234455</id><published>2008-03-15T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:26:39.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Haircuts</title><content type='html'>Took the boys for their haircuts this morning.  I actually got the idea from Leo, who asked me yesterday when his next haircut was going to be.  I, in turn, asked him whether he felt he needed one (he did).  And he said, "Daddy, I think its time I got a haircut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while the snow was falling here this morning, I got the kids into the car and drove over to SuperCuts.  Now, they had both been there before - it was the scene of Daniel's first ever haircut.  (Leo's first was at Snip Itz - a place I don't recommend.)  Sometimes the kids get balloons after their haircuts - sometimes lollipops - oftentimes both!  As we pulled up to the SuperCuts, Leo started yelling from the back seat, "No, Daddy.  Not this one.  I want to go to the other haircut store!"  I turned around and asked him what he meant, and he said, "The one in Greenport!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenport is in New York - down at the east end of the north fork of Long Island.  Greenport is best known (by my kids) as the place with the carousel.  Hull also gets the same recognition.  Greenport is also known for their large population of people of hispanic origin (namely, Mexicans), who work as laborors on all the wealthy Long Island and Shelter Island estates.  The boys' mother took them to visit her mother a couple of months ago - she lives in Cutchogue, on Long Island, and during that trip was when the boys got their last haircut.  So, whatever 'haircut store' they went to must have left an impression on Leo, because he absolutely refused to go into SuperCuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, meanwhile, jumped out of the car and practically ran into the place.  I had to drag Leo through the snow, kicking and screaming.  Once inside, Daniel had his jacket off, ready to go.  I had to pull Leo's coat off as he tried to run away from me.  He was screaming, "No, Daddy, no!  I want to go to Greenport!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got Leo settled down by giving him one of his stock cars to play with (I usually carry an extra one in my pocket, just in case), while Daniel got his hair cut first.  Daniel did pretty well, up until the first cut with the clippers.  I ended up having to hold his head down so he didn't fidget while the hair stylist did a decent job with the clippers.  Then it was scissors-time, and Daniel held his head up straight, very proud. He ended up with a pretty good haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Leo's turn.  While I was with Daniel, Leo had put his coat back on and was grumbling to himself in the corner couch in the waiting area.  He tried to run away from me - I caught him, pulled off his coat (again), and carried him to the hair stylist.  Leo ended up sitting on my lap - I held his head while the stylist cut his hair.  That was hard to do and, in the end, Leo's haircut wasn't all that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally would have left the store as soon as Leo started acting up.  Sometimes its just not worth it - and better to avoid having to use force to get them to do something.  But haircuts are one of those things that their mother seems to think I don't do unless she specifically asks me, which she used to do.  The haircuts they got in Greenport may have been the first time she actually took them herself.  Their hair was pretty long, though, and this morning was a good time to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Leo was through, they both got lollipops, and were all smiles.  Leo started showing off his stock car to some of the other people waiting to get their hair cut, while I paid the bill.  Don't know what their experience in Greenport was, but this was one I'd rather forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2072688767453234455?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2072688767453234455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2072688767453234455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2072688767453234455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2072688767453234455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/03/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2716346337862482486</id><published>2008-03-12T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:03:59.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Still waiting for offers</title><content type='html'>The house has been on the market for 3 weeks now.  I'm going to have another open house this weekend.  Keep your fingers and toes crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2716346337862482486?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2716346337862482486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2716346337862482486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2716346337862482486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2716346337862482486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-waiting-for-offers.html' title='Still waiting for offers'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-4204518199306327222</id><published>2008-03-03T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:36:56.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>3-3 Video of the week</title><content type='html'>This was made by my nephew Sam.  He is 17 and aspires to be a filmmaker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may want to turn the volume down.  Others may want to turn the volume up.  Some of you may not want to relive what happened on 9/11.  Its your choice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://current.com/e/88826008" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://current.com/e/88826008" width="400" height="400" wmode="transparent" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-4204518199306327222?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/4204518199306327222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=4204518199306327222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4204518199306327222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4204518199306327222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/03/3-3-video-of-week.html' title='3-3 Video of the week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-5490978449652306208</id><published>2008-02-21T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:12:54.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>For sale sign</title><content type='html'>Well, there's now a "For Sale" sign in the front yard.  The house is officially on the market tomorrow, and its supposed to snow.  So it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when the boys first see the sign after school tomorrow the reality that we are going to be moving will hit them for the first time.  I've talked to them about selling the house and buying a new one where we will begin to share new memories together, but I don't think they've really understood it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision I made to try and keep some semblance of peace in our family by avoiding going to court I still think was the right one, and the boys are doing very well at the new daycare.  But there's a part of me that still does not want to leave - the house, the town, the area.  You get used to a place - everything from where you take your clothes to get dry-cleaned to your favorite gas station or bank or grocery store.  And its not that I can't find new favorites in a new town, but I like the places I go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have some great friends in the area, and that by moving, is going to make things more difficult.  When you're only 5 minutes away its easy to just drop in for a visit.  When you're 45 minutes away, things are going to have to be planned.  Its not as if that won't work (being a planner myself), but part of me is worried that the distance may be a big obstacle to overcome in keeping good friendships. Its something that has been on my mind, and now that the For Sale sign is up in the yard, its a reality that is hitting me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-5490978449652306208?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/5490978449652306208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=5490978449652306208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5490978449652306208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5490978449652306208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-sale-sign.html' title='For sale sign'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-7623064125691744245</id><published>2008-02-17T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T04:27:25.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>2-17 Video of the week</title><content type='html'>Do you remember Richard Scarry books?  How about the Beastie Boys?  Now, both of them together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oT8VyXRz0c4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oT8VyXRz0c4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-7623064125691744245?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/7623064125691744245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=7623064125691744245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7623064125691744245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7623064125691744245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-17-video-of-week.html' title='2-17 Video of the week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2638512617676062415</id><published>2008-02-11T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T15:06:51.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>Important Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;During the second month of high school, a teacher gave her class a pop quiz. The top student was very conscientious  - he breezed through the questions until he read the last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. He had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would he know her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handed in his paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward the quiz grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Absolutely,' said the teacher. 'In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That student has never forgotten that lesson. He also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One night, at 11:3 0 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 60s.. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read:&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Mrs. &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1202690279_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed;"&gt;Nat King Cole&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who&lt;br /&gt; serve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How much is an ice cream sundae?' he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fifty cents,' replied the waitress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?' he inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thirty-five cents,' she brusquely replied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy again counted his coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll have the plain ice cream,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were three dimes, three nickels and five pennies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1202690279_1" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed;"&gt;boulder&lt;/span&gt; placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, a volunteer at a hospital got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare &amp;amp; serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The volunteer saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and he said, 'Yes I'll do it if it will save her.' As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as everyone in the room did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then the boy's face grew pale and his smile faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, 'Will I start to die right away'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Thanks JLH.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2638512617676062415?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2638512617676062415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2638512617676062415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2638512617676062415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2638512617676062415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/02/important-life-lessons.html' title='Important Life Lessons'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-1410114182642973462</id><published>2008-02-10T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:59:22.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>2-10 Video of the week</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Leo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-271b2fb7ffe78b29" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/1410114182642973462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=1410114182642973462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1410114182642973462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1410114182642973462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-10-video-of-week.html' title='2-10 Video of the week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-8521071990494567964</id><published>2008-02-06T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:41:25.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Leo's birthday party is planned for Saturday.  Its going to be at an indoor playground with 10 of his friends.  There would be more kids attending had it not been for one of his classmates also having a birthday party on the same day.  But that's okay - he's still going to have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how winter birthdays kinda limit you to what you can do.  One of Leo's friends was born in August, and they had a pool party last year.  Another friend was born in June.  And although she had a bowling party last year, the month of June still allows more choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Leo what he wanted for his birthday - he said a NASCAR cake.  And more 'NASCARs'.   A few weeks ago he was asking for NASCAR trucks as he saw a video of them on the computer.   That's it - all NASCAR.  So, he's gonna get what he wants.  But NASCAR parties for 5-year-olds aren't that easy to plan.  I found some NASCAR-themed party favor bags, but no favors.  And they had plates, cups and napkins, but those are already going to be supplied by the indoor playground.  But I found a #5 small NASCAR to put on his cake, so that made me happy, as it will Leo I'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-8521071990494567964?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/8521071990494567964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=8521071990494567964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8521071990494567964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8521071990494567964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-4859537070261979569</id><published>2008-02-02T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T06:20:17.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>2-2 Video of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-61b0e184a2d89bfb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61b0e184a2d89bfb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331254423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7ED8424C62C5E956C62386CAF8D52B84E7E0ED24.378960929926D1686C24D9404C9BB8FE41C56388%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61b0e184a2d89bfb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgSgm7VNzg3tuaHZaQekLAcLbeDY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61b0e184a2d89bfb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331254423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7ED8424C62C5E956C62386CAF8D52B84E7E0ED24.378960929926D1686C24D9404C9BB8FE41C56388%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61b0e184a2d89bfb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgSgm7VNzg3tuaHZaQekLAcLbeDY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short clip from last summer of the boys playing harmonicas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-4859537070261979569?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=61b0e184a2d89bfb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' 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src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-7311306893158258907</id><published>2008-01-28T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:36:23.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>What is your new album?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1 – Go to &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;Wikipedia’s random article page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first article you get is the name of your band&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 – Go to the &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;Random Quotations page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last four words of the last quote is the album title&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 – Go to &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/"&gt;Flickr’s Interesting photo page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third picture, no matter what it is, is your album cover&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can edit the photo add the band name and 4 words to make the album cover.&lt;/p&gt;Here’s mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caps"&gt;ADOBE FONT FOLIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That's Your Own Self” (end of an Aldous Huxley quote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.entablature.com/comment/album.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-7311306893158258907?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/7311306893158258907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=7311306893158258907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7311306893158258907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7311306893158258907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-your-new-album.html' title='What is your new album?'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-4612627166966086431</id><published>2008-01-27T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T05:27:35.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>1-27 Video of the Week</title><content type='html'>Worst Parent Awards, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpDp7dgMFmU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpDp7dgMFmU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-4612627166966086431?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/4612627166966086431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=4612627166966086431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4612627166966086431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4612627166966086431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-27-video-of-week.html' title='1-27 Video of the Week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-6433280393056630669</id><published>2008-01-23T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:21:14.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parent coordinator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Parent Coordinator</title><content type='html'>The boys and I met with the Parent Coordinator tonight.  It was my 3rd meeting with her, the boys' 2nd.  Maybe I should go back to the start first . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our divorce agreement, there is a section on resolving disputes regarding the children.  That is, if there is an issue about the kids that we can't agree on, we are to make our arguments to a Parent Coordinator who will try and mediate the issue.  It is the PC's job to get us to a solution.  If, after the PC makes a recommendation and one side or the other feels strongly enough in disagreement, the issue could then go before a judge, who would then have the final say in the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sort of issues may come up?  Who knows.  Things seem to be going okay right now, we're kind of in a routine which is working well with the boys.  One issue that came up during the divorce process was whether the kids would be vegetarians or not.  My X (who is vegetarian) feels very strongly that the boys don't eat meat - and she mis-recalls a conversation we had about this subject when Leo was a baby.  She thinks I agreed to him being raised vegetarian.  I, on the other hand, specifically remember saying that although I would not bring meat into the house (in respect to my X's beliefs), it would be up to Leo to decide whether he wanted to eat meat.  As an example, I said that if we were at a Red Sox game and Leo wanted a hot dog, I was not going to tell him that he couldn't eat one - it would be his choice.  We resolved the issue, through our attorneys, unfortunately ($$$$), by agreeing that when we each had our own houses we could choose what foods to serve them, meat or no meat.  Since Leo had no meat in any of his baby food, he never really took to eating it when served as he grew older.  He does occassionaly eat chicken nuggets, but I've never seen him eat a hot dog.  He loves macaroni &amp;amp; cheese and cheese pizza, but no meat with either.  Daniel, on the other hand, loves meat, and will eat anything put before him.  He even eats the green vegetables that Leo won't touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could imagine that if we had not resolved this issue when we did, that post-divorce this might be something that my X would take to the Parent Coordinator.  As for what issues in the future we might completely disagree on so strongly that it would go to the PC, that's something I have no idea about now.  But at least the process is in place if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My X and I first met with the PC together a little over a month ago, to ask her questions about her approach to resolving conflicts and to discuss with her our situation.  The meeting lasted about 50 minutes, of which most of the time was spent by my X complaining about how she thought I acted during the divorce.  The meeting was not productive at all, other than the PC seeing my X at 'her best'.  This was followed by each of us meeting with her for 50 minutes by ourselves, then another meeting with each of us with the kids - of which mine with the boys was the last one, which was tonight.  This was an opportunity for the PC to see how we interact with the boys, and for her to get to know them a little bit.  She was impressed by their good manners (I'm sure in her line of work she sees some real cases), and she seemed to enjoy the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Parent Coordinator has one more roll to fill before she is 'on call', and that is to review our parenting schedule and offer any comments she may have.  I think the schedule is working well for us, and she seemed to agree, but we are still waiting for her review in writing.  We'll see where it goes from here, but I think its good to know that there is now someone in place to resolve any disputes that may come up in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-6433280393056630669?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/6433280393056630669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=6433280393056630669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6433280393056630669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6433280393056630669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/01/parent-coordinator.html' title='Parent Coordinator'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-7874663600943742388</id><published>2008-01-21T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:20:07.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>New Chandelier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R5VCj6dv9xI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xplap8jLSIA/s1600-h/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R5VCj6dv9xI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xplap8jLSIA/s320/light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158102132979660562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when my realtor walked through the house she commented on the light in the dining room.  She said something like, "I remember you used to have a nice chandelier here.  Now it looks like someone just went out and bought something cheap to replace it."  Well, that someone was me.  The X took the old chandelier that was there, since it was actually hers from before we were married.  So after she moved out I went out to Home Depot and bought something that looked okay, thinking I didn't want to spend too much since I was going to be selling the house anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after seeing the room through my realtor's eyes, I realize that the fixture I had bought really did look cheap, and that if we (my realtor and I) want to get top dollar for the house, there should be a much better fixture in the dining room - like a chandelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after work today I stopped by a lighting store and it didn't take long before I saw the perfect fixture.  I didn't want something that hung down too low, and I liked the way this fixture cast shadows around the room.  Now that its installed, its even better!  The shadows on the ceiling are exquisite and it gives the room a whole new look.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I sell the house, should I put the old fixture back up and take the new one with me?  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-7874663600943742388?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/7874663600943742388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=7874663600943742388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7874663600943742388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7874663600943742388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-chandelier.html' title='New Chandelier'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R5VCj6dv9xI/AAAAAAAAABk/Xplap8jLSIA/s72-c/light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-7536050847633351529</id><published>2008-01-18T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:13:42.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>1-18 Video of the week</title><content type='html'>Finally got around to downloading Christmas movies off of the camera.  This is one of the best - Daniel opening one of my presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-873a43d2f7cb5413" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D873a43d2f7cb5413%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331254423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE40965DA44D42431FDE5887AAB543C18484F239.6C5C821EC98D8D88B8A6A82AFB20C63C05D2147E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D873a43d2f7cb5413%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSOBAP95pqL-fOG8djC4eloW0iy4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D873a43d2f7cb5413%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331254423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE40965DA44D42431FDE5887AAB543C18484F239.6C5C821EC98D8D88B8A6A82AFB20C63C05D2147E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D873a43d2f7cb5413%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSOBAP95pqL-fOG8djC4eloW0iy4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-7536050847633351529?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=873a43d2f7cb5413&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/7536050847633351529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=7536050847633351529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7536050847633351529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7536050847633351529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-18-video-of-week.html' title='1-18 Video of the week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-5447619308453669035</id><published>2008-01-15T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:51:38.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Car Pedestals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R41G7qdv9wI/AAAAAAAAABc/c5iOFQqUHmg/s1600-h/100_0887t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R41G7qdv9wI/AAAAAAAAABc/c5iOFQqUHmg/s320/100_0887t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155855139234379522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Leo got creative with the blocks.  And since he loves his 'NASCARs', he built these pedestals to show them off.  I was so impressed I had to take a picture after the kids went to bed.  The next morning, Daniel promptly destroyed it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-5447619308453669035?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/5447619308453669035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=5447619308453669035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5447619308453669035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5447619308453669035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/01/car-pedestals.html' title='Car Pedestals'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R41G7qdv9wI/AAAAAAAAABc/c5iOFQqUHmg/s72-c/100_0887t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-8217447139958465122</id><published>2008-01-10T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:25:01.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>1-10 Video of the week</title><content type='html'>Good Daddy, Bad Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/94RT7-1QfaM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/94RT7-1QfaM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-8217447139958465122?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/8217447139958465122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=8217447139958465122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8217447139958465122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8217447139958465122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-10-video-of-week.html' title='1-10 Video of the week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2995368493674660703</id><published>2008-01-09T18:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:19:52.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parent coordinator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outburst'/><title type='text'>Tough day</title><content type='html'>Leo had a tough day today.  When I got to school to pick him up there was a big note on his cubby asking me to talk to one of his teachers.  The class was out back enjoying outdoor time in the nice weather, and when I saw Leo he came over and told me he had had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his teacher came over and as Leo pedaled away on a bike, she told me about his day.  He had arrived late as his mother had told them Leo had a doctor's appointment this morning.  (It was actually a visit she had with the boys to our Parent Coordinator, but that's another story.)  It was morning outdoor time, still a little chilly, and Leo had been dropped off at school without any gloves in his cubby.  He wanted to wear a pair of the school's gloves as he told them he thought his hands were going to get cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playtime the teachers thought Leo was acting unsure of things and kind of nervous.  He did not want to sit still during circle time, and got upset when his teacher asked him to settle himself.  He was finally able to get through circle, but when it ended he got mad as he wanted his teacher to answer a question - this is now one of Leo's favorite expressions when he wants something, he first tells you he wants to ask you a question.  But since his teacher was busy with another student, Leo needed to wait a moment.  Leo then began screaming his teacher's name - she told him she would be happy to listen to him as soon as he was able to calm himself down and ask her in a soft voice.  Leo instead screamed even louder and lunged at the teacher with both of his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took him to the cozy corner (a quiet spot with soft pillows) and he sat there for about 20 minutes while they served lunch.  Leo eventually asked to join everyone at the lunch table, but by then most of the children were finishing up and so Leo got upset again that he didn't get to eat with everyone else, and then he started screaming for other food.  One of the afternoon teachers came in and took Leo back to the cozy corner and sat with him for 20 minutes until it was teacher's choice - Leo joined the group and enjoyed the pre-nap story.  At naptime Leo started resting quietly, but then got very upset again when he wanted his teacher's company but she was busy settling another child.  He was asked to please wait a few minutes, but instead he started screaming.  The afternoon teacher then took him to the jumping room for the remainder of naptime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later in the afternoon, before outdoor time, Leo tried to bite his teacher when she told him that he needed to wait ten more minutes before it was time to go outside.  So he was back in the cozy corner until playtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived, he seemed to be okay and was glad to see me.  His teacher told me that she thought he might be acting out as she knows Wednesdays are transition days between his mother and father and that he really wanted to see his daddy.  That may be part of it, but I think by arriving late his entire daily schedule got messed up and he was never able to fully recover from his first outburst.  I also don't know what happened at the Parent Coordinator visit this morning - all Leo would tell me was that he played with some toys there.  I have my first meeting with the Parent Coordinator next week, so I'll ask her about Leo's visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2995368493674660703?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2995368493674660703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2995368493674660703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2995368493674660703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2995368493674660703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/01/tough-day_09.html' title='Tough day'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-3121585821413321839</id><published>2008-01-05T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:54:13.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Baby</title><content type='html'>Leo: When we get a new baby I want to decorate the baby room.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Leo, what baby are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Leo:  You know, the new baby.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Okay.  But we don't have another room for a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Leo:  Then I'll share my room with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Okay.  Well, are we going to have a boy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Leo:  What daddy?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I guess I'm asking you if you would rather have a baby sister or a baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;Leo:  The baby is going to be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Why a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Leo:  Because there is only one girl in our family.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  And who is that?&lt;br /&gt;Leo:  Mommy is a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  And what are you going to do with a baby sister?&lt;br /&gt;Leo:  I'm going to protect her.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Protect her?&lt;br /&gt;Leo:  Yes, like Lady in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  OK Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We had just finished watching Lady and the Tramp)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-3121585821413321839?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/3121585821413321839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=3121585821413321839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3121585821413321839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3121585821413321839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-4926106802027039832</id><published>2008-01-05T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:55:15.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Idea</title><content type='html'>The phrase any parent loves to hear:  "Hey, I've got a great idea - let's see what happens if we throw this down the stairs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-4926106802027039832?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/4926106802027039832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=4926106802027039832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4926106802027039832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4926106802027039832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/01/idea.html' title='Idea'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-9101306292444026277</id><published>2008-01-04T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:43:39.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Holes in teeth</title><content type='html'>I got upset at Leo tonight at the dinner table.  I made the boys' favorite (mac 'n cheese, if you have to ask), but Daniel insisted on wanting to eat in the Family Room.  Well, one of the little chairs at the table broke during the New Year's Eve party (that's another story), so I only had one chair.  Leo asked if I could move one of the soft chairs over, so I did.  Then they fought over who would sit in the soft chair.  So, I moved the other soft chair over, but neither of them wanted to sit in that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I said, "That's it!  Nobody's going to eat here - we're eating in the kitchen instead!"  So, I dragged them into the kitchen and up into their chairs, with both of them crying.  I fixed my dinner while the two of them sat there complaining about not being able to eat in the Family Room.  I asked them to quiet down a number of times, which they finally did, but they weren't eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down with my dinner and Daniel finally took a bite of his.  Leo refused.  I told him that if he didn't start eating his dinner he was going to have to go to bed hungry.  He said he didn't want to go to bed.  I told him that he needed to eat.  Daniel was now about halfway through his dinner.  Leo just sat there crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo then asked for his blankie.  I told him he could have it, but only after he took his first bite of dinner.  He refused.  Meanwhile, Daniel asked for the broccoli off of my plate, which I gave him and he promptly ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel finished his dinner and asked for dessert from the pussycat. (I keep candy in a ceramic cat cookie jar that was a gift from my father.)  I told Daniel he could, which led to Leo asking for dessert.  I told Leo he could not have dessert until he ate his dinner.  Leo then asked for his blankie.  I asked Daniel to wait one minute while I tried to get Leo to start eating.  I explained to Leo that he needed to eat in order to keep growing, and that he needed the nourishment in the food to get strong.  With tears streaming down his face, he finally took a bite.  I congratulated him and got his blankie for him, and he smiled.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel got to pick out two pieces of candy - he chose a piece of chocolate money (leftover from the Holiday party) and a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup (leftover from Halloween).  I told Leo he could have some if he ate half of his dinner.  Leo refused and started crying again.  I told him that I had had enough and that he was to go straight upstairs to bed.  He said he wouldn't go straight to bed.  I asked him what he wanted to do first.  He said he would have to brush his teeth first, because if he didn't he would get holes in his teeth and that they would fall out and then he wouldn't be able to eat any more food and then he would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but smile at him.  His eyes were all puffy with tears all over his face but his statement had such conviction in it.  I gave him a big hug and told him he would be able to brush his teeth, but wouldn't it be great if he ate some food first?  He hugged me back, ate almost half of the mac 'n cheese, then got two pieces of candy and all was well with the world again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-9101306292444026277?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/9101306292444026277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=9101306292444026277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/9101306292444026277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/9101306292444026277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2008/01/holes-in-teeth.html' title='Holes in teeth'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-9077505692295952322</id><published>2007-12-29T04:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T04:53:45.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Marlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R3Y6tqdv9vI/AAAAAAAAABU/zFTjcGv_sS4/s320/marlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I watched "Finding Nemo" yesterday.  It had been a few years since I had seen it (and then I don't think I was paying too much attention), but this time I sat with the boys on the couch and watched it - and it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home situation was a lot different a few years ago and if I had really watched it then, I don't think I would have gotten the same message out of it.  You see, it didn't register with me when I first saw the movie that Marlin, Nemo's dad, was a single father.  Yes, after the unfortunate death of Coral and all of her eggs but one by the barracuda, Marlin was left to care for Nemo as a single parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the movie shifts ahead in time, Marlin is overprotective of Nemo - partially because Nemo has one bad fin, but I think mostly because Nemo is the only offspring of his to survive and Marlin wants to make sure nothing bad happens to him.  As Nemo gets older, he starts trying to do things his father is asking him not to - testing both what he is able to do as well as to see how his father will react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the film, when Marlin and Dory are looking for Nemo, Dory has a great quote when she tells Marlin that he should let Nemo experience things on his own, otherwise Nemo would never experience anything.  Its a great animated film, one of the best I've ever seen, and I'm sure we will be watching it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-9077505692295952322?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/9077505692295952322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=9077505692295952322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/9077505692295952322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/9077505692295952322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/12/marlin.html' title='Marlin'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hB5kZ1maN78/R3Y6tqdv9vI/AAAAAAAAABU/zFTjcGv_sS4/s72-c/marlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-4016504390879831953</id><published>2007-12-28T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T04:26:19.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Commando</title><content type='html'>So I took the boys to &lt;a href="http://www.scalliwags.com" target="new"&gt;Scalliwags&lt;/a&gt; on Thursday with Kate and Isabel.  Nobody else from the group could make it - but they missed a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys love to crawl around the gym, go down the big slide in the giant bouncy house, and ride around in the cars and on the tricycles in the toddler room.  Isabel had not been to Scalliwags before and she was a little scared of the big bouncy house at first but she soon was running around on her own enjoying the indoor playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Daniel came out of the bouncy house without his pants on - just wearing his diaper.  The other parents were laughing as I asked Daniel what happened to his pants, and Daniel said that Leo took them.  Soon Leo came out of the bouncy house holding Daniel's pants.  He must have grabbed a hold of them while Daniel was going down the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a little while later, Daniel walked up to me with his pants part of the way down and I couldn't see his diaper.  So I checked to see if maybe his diaper had slid down further into his pants - but there was no diaper.  I asked Daniel what happened to his diaper and he said he threw it in the trash.  Daniel was going commando!  So I led him to the bathroom to get a new diaper on, but it certainly was a funny moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-4016504390879831953?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/4016504390879831953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=4016504390879831953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4016504390879831953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4016504390879831953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/12/commando.html' title='Commando'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-5862745014699493504</id><published>2007-12-26T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:33:58.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>27 Mhz</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a Christmas.  The boys were very excited - but were so tired from a late Christmas Eve party that they slept until 7.  They still didn't understand the concept of the stockings, which they skipped in favor of the bigger presents under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few gifts from relatives that were a little young for them, so I think I'm going to save those for Toys for Tots next year.  Just about everything else they got they absolutely love.  Its funny, sometimes its the less expensive gifts that they really go for.  I got Daniel a LeapPad and Leo a Leapster, and they aren't really too interested in them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, their favorite toys are the remote control monster trucks.  I got the first one on a super sale at Kohl's on Black Friday (at 5:30 am!) and it didn't cost too much.  Then, later in the day while at Wal Mart, I bought the second one, also on sale.  I thought I was smart by getting different types of trucks that they would be able to play with them together (knowing that remote controls for the same kinds of trucks wouldn't allow them both to play at the same time).  Well, I was foiled!  It turns out that both trucks run on 27 Mhz - meaning that the remote controls for both trucks can run either truck, and that if they are both on at the same time then neither of them can really run their truck separately.  I looked back through the instruction book and found that you can also get trucks that run on 49 Mhz.  So it looks like I will need to go out and get another truck so that they can play with their trucks together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.entablature.com/comment/MonsterTrucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-5862745014699493504?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/5862745014699493504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=5862745014699493504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5862745014699493504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5862745014699493504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/12/25-mhz.html' title='27 Mhz'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-3531847042987160954</id><published>2007-12-16T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T14:25:15.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>12-16 Video of the week</title><content type='html'>Like Father, Like Son - think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmzDLzqQ-A0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmzDLzqQ-A0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-3531847042987160954?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/3531847042987160954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=3531847042987160954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3531847042987160954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3531847042987160954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-16-video-of-week.html' title='12-16 Video of the week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-3985549026248664950</id><published>2007-12-15T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:33:03.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ten best songs of 2007</title><content type='html'>Here's what I listened to in 2007.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. James Morrison – &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1T08yHZzr94" target="new"&gt;"Under The Influence"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. KT Tunstall - &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=40nikSValak" target="new"&gt;“Saving My Face”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Snow Patrol – &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ajy0w1XPJk8&amp;amp;feature=related" target="new"&gt;“Chasing Cars”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kaiser Chiefs – &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Q6NrFa9Ur7U" target="new"&gt;“Love’s Not A Competition”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Silversun Pickups – &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-mxBDuRaZ8" target="new"&gt;“Lazy Eye”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Radiohead – &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=GoLJJRIWCLU" target="new"&gt;“Jigsaw Falling Into Pieces”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Fall Out Boy – &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ueOgZPBXY4A" target="new"&gt;“This Ain’t A Scene Its An Arms Race”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Modest Mouse – &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=erc40wCxRZo" target="new"&gt;“Dashboard”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Keane – &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucODEFzaVpY&amp;amp;feature=related" target="new"&gt;“Is It Any Wonder”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Killers – &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Oec8RuwVVs" target="new"&gt;“Read My Mind”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-3985549026248664950?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/3985549026248664950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=3985549026248664950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3985549026248664950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3985549026248664950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/12/ten-best-songs-of-2007.html' title='Ten best songs of 2007'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-1324941801254498448</id><published>2007-12-13T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:30:49.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>Wow - where did all of this snow come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.entablature.com/comment/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call at work that daycare was going to close at 3:00 due to the weather.  The snow started falling in Boston around 1:00.  I left at 2, thinking that I'd get to the school around 2:15 when the boys were waking up from their naps.  The Mass Pike was practically a parking lot already so I barely made it to the school by 3:00.  That's right, an hour to go 4 miles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the boys into their snow gear and left school at 3:30.  The Mass Pike back into Boston the other way had been all backed up so I figured that maybe the Pike westbound might move a little faster after the toll booths, then I would circle around the south of Boston on 128.  Now as I'm sitting here looking back, that was a really stupid decision on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got on the Pike it was gridlock.  I had brought along Leo's favorite movie, which they watched twice by the time we got to 128.  That's right, almost 2 hours to go 8 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, once on 128, there were jacknifed trucks and stalled cars that we slowly weaved in and around as I put on the Lion King and pulled out snacks for the boys I had tucked away.  We finally got home at 7:30 - a 4-hour drive in the falling snow!  Might have been cut down to 2 hours if I'd gone the other way, but the boys were pretty good most of the way so I can't complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-1324941801254498448?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/1324941801254498448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=1324941801254498448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1324941801254498448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1324941801254498448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-3691805607878658919</id><published>2007-12-05T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:54:59.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>12-5 Ten tips from last week</title><content type='html'>1. When you don't put the kids' names on their mittens at daycare, the mittens disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you do put the kids' names on their mittens at daycare, one mitten disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kohl's does not have kids' waterproof mittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If your kids use a night lite, always have extra night lite bulbs on hand - or an extra night lite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When someone sets up a "quick" nature hike through the woods with the kids, first find out how long the hike is really going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gingerbread men somehow always end up getting their heads chewed off first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you hire a landscape company to do a Fall cleanup to get all of the leaves off your lawn, make sure it gets done before the first snowfall of the season happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kids absolutely love the first snowfall of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Let the kids put whatever ornaments they want on the tree - then re-arrange them while the kids are sleeping so the ornaments don't break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Its easier to wrap Christmas presents when the kids are sleeping - young'uns don't understand gifts to relatives that need to be shipped weeks before Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-3691805607878658919?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/3691805607878658919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=3691805607878658919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3691805607878658919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3691805607878658919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-5-ten-tips-from-last-week.html' title='12-5 Ten tips from last week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-4879609443950789896</id><published>2007-12-04T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T15:47:34.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>12-4 Video of the week</title><content type='html'>Jingle Bells from Leo and Daniel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-de8f06814459a052" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/4879609443950789896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=4879609443950789896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4879609443950789896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4879609443950789896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-4-video-of-week.html' title='12-4 Video of the week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-1945145978757505513</id><published>2007-12-02T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:56:25.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas picture</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to take Leo and Daniel to Sears or Target to get some pictures taken - but never seemed to have the time.  So, part of the reason the tree is up early was in order to take some pictures myself with the boys in front of the tree and use those as inserts for my Christmas cards.  Of course, you never know if there will be one that is good enough - so you take a bunch and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo, of course, didn't want to wear the white shirt.  And then, once I got them in front of the tree, Leo kept making funny faces.  Kinda cute, but not anything you want to send out to all your friends and relatives.  Daniel also has a nasty bruise under his left eye when he fell off a slide at school the other day, but that's easily remedied by a little photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one turned out pretty good - captured them in between when I told them I was going to take the picture.  So this is the one I'm going to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.entablature.com/comment/l_d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-1945145978757505513?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/1945145978757505513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=1945145978757505513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1945145978757505513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1945145978757505513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-picture.html' title='Christmas picture'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-255197057847650287</id><published>2007-12-01T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:24:59.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>So, the Christmas tree is up.  Leo and Daniel were excited the past couple of days as I was preparing them for today.  Both of them wanted to be my 'helpers'.  So after breakfast, I got the tree out of the basement and began putting it together.  Now, as artificial trees go, this one's pretty easy.  But Leo still got impatient as he was demanding to be the one to put the star on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished assembling it and turned the lights on - and Leo and Daniel clapped their hands.  I soon found the star in the ornament box, then both Leo and Daniel each had a turn putting the star on top (with me holding them up high so they could reach).  Of course, later in the day I had to re-do the star to make sure it would stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then began putting ornaments on the tree, which the boys soon got bored of, so we called it quits, got dressed, then went to the store to buy some new waterproof mittens.  After lunch and naps, we visited a friend of mine, then had dinner, baths, bedtime stories, and Leo and Daniel were soon in bed asleep.  That's when I finally got around to finishing the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.entablature.com/comment/Christmas_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-255197057847650287?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/255197057847650287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=255197057847650287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/255197057847650287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/255197057847650287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-1340401075267671635</id><published>2007-11-29T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:31:45.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Checkup</title><content type='html'>Daniel had his 3 year checkup today.  After carefully preparing him for the visit, he couldn't wait to go.  Leo, of course, came along too.  And as I already knew, Daniel's as healthy as can be.  Leo helped out and got his height and weight checked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there were a couple of things about Daniel I wanted the doctor to check.  First, there was his speech.  When Daniel's speaking, many times he breathes through his nose so you can't always understand what he's saying.  Dr. Cox checked out his nasal passages and everything seemed fine, so he wasn't concerned and thought this was something Daniel would grow out of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we talked about Daniel's walking.  His toes turn in, especially when he is running - sort of what they used to call being 'pigeon-toed'.  So Dr. Cox watched Daniel walk and saw the feet turning in, then gave him a thorough examination of his feet, ankles and legs.  He finally diagnosed Daniel with &lt;a href="http://familydoctor.org/online/famdocen/home/children/parents/special/bone/202.html" target="new"&gt; internal tibial torsion.&lt;/a&gt;  Its the least problematic form of 'intoeing', and Dr. Cox was not worried a bit saying to let the bones straighten out by themselves.  Now this was something I remembered a friend of mine had when I was in grade school - he wore these clunky braces on his legs and couldn't play any sports.  I never seriously thought Daniel would have to wear anything like this, but the thought did cross my mind.  Now, after reading the articles on this subject, it sounds like enough research has been done so that kids don't have to wear these unnecessary leg braces for this diagnosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel then got his flu shot and he barely winced.  He's a tough little kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-1340401075267671635?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/1340401075267671635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=1340401075267671635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1340401075267671635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1340401075267671635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/checkup.html' title='Checkup'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-7406303718101512210</id><published>2007-11-27T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:14:43.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>11-27 Video of the week</title><content type='html'>I recently watched the movie "The Pursuit of Happyness".  This is a clip of my favorite scene.  And yes, I cried during the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nNB6n0FfqAU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nNB6n0FfqAU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-7406303718101512210?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/7406303718101512210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=7406303718101512210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7406303718101512210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7406303718101512210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/11-27-video-of-week.html' title='11-27 Video of the week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-8088578824277750446</id><published>2007-11-26T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:40:38.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>11-26 Ten tips from last week</title><content type='html'>1.  Although Thanksgiving isn't the same without the kids, you can still enjoy the holiday with a group of great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It feels pretty good to have all of the Christmas shopping done and presents wrapped while it is still November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  However, the chances that I'm going to buy something else between now and Christmas is pretty high - I've already thought of something I need to get.  By the time Christmas eventually arrives I'll probably have bought too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Always call your mother on her birthday - even if you already sent flowers and a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  And when someone else says he doesn't want to make a big deal about his birthday, then proceeds to tell the world on the internet when his birthday is, he deserves all of the good-natured ribbing he gets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Children don't always understand the difference between live TV and a movie on DVD (which you can start and stop whenever you want).  Maybe I need TIVO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  When your child outgrows a favorite pair of shoes, it is best not to have them around in eyesight after you buy the new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  While on the subject of clothes, I'm finding it hard to just let them pick out whatever it is they want to wear each day.  So I'm picking my battles and only insisting on something more reasonable when needed - like when the thermometer outside says its 36 degrees and your child has put on a pair of shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  You can get a lot of mileage out of Halloween candy if you ration it out a little at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  After the long Thanksgiving weekend, when people at work ask you how your holiday was with your family (not knowing that you weren't with your family), its OK to just tell them it was fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-8088578824277750446?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/8088578824277750446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=8088578824277750446' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8088578824277750446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8088578824277750446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/11-26-ten-tips-from-last-week.html' title='11-26 Ten tips from last week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2713256697365488526</id><published>2007-11-25T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:12:03.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Back to Daddy</title><content type='html'>It was so great to have the boys back today - I missed them terribly.  Leo ran up to me, gave me a big hug, then said, "I love you Daddy."  I looked at him and said, "So its back to Daddy, huh?"  He said, "You'll always be my Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel was still getting unbuckled by his mother in the car when he saw me, and he immediately started screaming, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."  So I'm Daddy again and it feels great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2713256697365488526?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2713256697365488526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2713256697365488526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2713256697365488526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2713256697365488526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-to-daddy.html' title='Back to Daddy'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-7600380145024776056</id><published>2007-11-23T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:52:37.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday 2007</title><content type='html'>So, I went out early and shopped.  Wasn't really planning on getting going too early, but I woke up around 5:00 with a nasty cough (maybe it was from all of the wine I drank at Sandy's - finally catching up to me).  So I decided to go ahead and make an early start.  Besides, Kohl's had already been open for an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Kohl's around 5:30 and there were already quite a few cars in the parking lot.  (Game Stop wasn't open yet, but there was a long line of people - must have been some sale for a new video game or something.)  I expected to be frustrated by the hordes of people in the store, but it really wasn't too bad, except for the length of the checkout line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next stop was the Hanover Mall - Macy's, KB Toys, AC Moore and Wal Mart.  I stuck with the sale items and coupons and did very well.  Then it was on to Braintree, where I had a Bed Bath &amp; Beyond coupon and there was still an early bird sale at KMart.  I got everything I was looking for except the new bike for Leo as KMart had already sold out of them.  Since the weather won't be nice enough for bike riding again until April, I think it will be OK to wait until then to get him his new bike.  I also think I may already have enough for him so he shouldn't mind.  I'll just have to listen closely to him when he's on Santa's lap to see what else he asks for . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went over to Borders for some much-needed coffee, then browsed through the books to get a few new Christmas stories for the boys.  Overall, not a bad morning, and I've got all of my Christmas shopping done, except for maybe an item or two that I may pick up over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My haul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.entablature.com/comment/BlackFriday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.entablature.com/comment/BlackFriday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-7600380145024776056?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/7600380145024776056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=7600380145024776056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7600380145024776056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7600380145024776056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-friday-2007.html' title='Black Friday 2007'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2721402921017970353</id><published>2007-11-22T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T09:21:13.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>11-22 Ten things to be thankful for</title><content type='html'>Special Thanksgiving edition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leo and Daniel - for being the great little human beings they are, even when they're wrestling on the floor or hitting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Boston-Providence Single Parents group - you guys are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My 2 old cats  - for being with me through . . . well, you will have to ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My job - for the ability to work hard and get paid to help make the world a better and more beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. NASCAR - for providing Leo a fun way to learn bigger numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SFPCC - for being so patient with the boys (now if SFPCC could only take a little better care of keeping track of the kids' clothes . . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My ex-mother-in-law - for finally picking up the phone so I could talk to the boys last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Commonwealth of Massachusetts Department of Revenue Child Support Enforcement Division - for now providing an "Interactive Case Manager" through the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mom - for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Ten, ten, ten, ten for everything, everything, everything, everything"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2721402921017970353?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2721402921017970353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2721402921017970353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2721402921017970353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2721402921017970353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/11-22-ten-things-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='11-22 Ten things to be thankful for'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-3852764330007411459</id><published>2007-11-20T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:34:09.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Blogger</title><content type='html'>So, I'm now writing on Blogger.  Not that there's anything wrong with Myspace (although I know that Tom misses having Andy as a friend), but now that Andy's got Kate and me over here, I think I'll try this for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any new readers, I've copied over my older blogs from Myspace so you can get caught up on what's been going on - may make it a little easier to understand what I'm writing about sometimes.  I think I'll go and write my last Myspace blog now, which will essentially point over to here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-3852764330007411459?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/3852764330007411459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=3852764330007411459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3852764330007411459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3852764330007411459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/blogger.html' title='Blogger'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-8595140050557771969</id><published>2007-11-16T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:29:08.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>So, Leo called me 'Dad' for the first time today. Not 'Dada' or 'Daddy'. Just 'Dad'. Not sure he even thought about it. I was helping him put some roads together for his cars to drive on and he said, "No, Dad, that's not how I want it - please do it like this." Dad. It sounded great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-8595140050557771969?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/8595140050557771969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=8595140050557771969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8595140050557771969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8595140050557771969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-6867652257160247572</id><published>2007-11-13T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:01:34.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>This is a test blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-6867652257160247572?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/6867652257160247572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=6867652257160247572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6867652257160247572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6867652257160247572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-8095217813460401062</id><published>2007-11-12T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:28:27.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>11-12 Ten tips from last week</title><content type='html'>1. Always get your child a cake on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you hear one child say to the other "Put your finger in my mouth", run in and see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Setting up a teacher conference is a pain in the butt when the days they do the conferences are not the days you have your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Stinky-butt" can be used as a description for a lot of people, even in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rice Krispies still go "Snap, Crackle, Pop" when they're dumped on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Not all Friendly's Restaurants are the same - it really depends on how good your waiter/waitress is. For example, when the waiter forgets your 3-year-old's lunch and everyone else is served, this is not a good Friendly's. Especially when he was the one saying "I'm hungry" the loudest. (And they didn't even comp his meal . . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Stock cars are a great way to teach your toddler numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. NASCAR looks completely different when seen through the eyes of a 4-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When your kids try on their snow boots to see if they still fit, plan on letting them wear the boots for a while, because they will want to keep the boots on, even if its not snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. With one less person in the house I can now go 2 weeks without going to the dump. This especially helps when the dump is closed for Veteran's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-8095217813460401062?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/8095217813460401062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=8095217813460401062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8095217813460401062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8095217813460401062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/11-12-ten-tips-from-last-week.html' title='11-12 Ten tips from last week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-6660293956797908784</id><published>2007-11-08T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:27:48.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><title type='text'>iPod</title><content type='html'>I miss my iPod. Ever since I had to give up my commuter rail pass and start driving to work, I haven't used it once. Now, when I was taking the train, the iPod was my solace - be it watching a video podcast or just zoning out to some tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day I thought I would take the train to work instead of driving. I didn't have to take the kids to daycare, and the traffic had been particularly bad the day before, and it was raining. So before I left the house I thought I would just check to see if the iPod was charged - but I couldn't find it! I searched everywhere (or so I thought). But with no iPod in hand, I decided the train ride wouldn't be worth it, so I went ahead and drove into work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to the parking garage behind my building, reach into my briefcase and pull out my umbrella, and lo and behold, there's the iPod. It was buried underneath the umbrella in my briefcase. Wouldn't have mattered anyway, though, because when I tried to turn it on, there was no charge so I wouldn't have been able to use it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the iPod is all charged up, but who knows when I'll get around to having some time to use it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-6660293956797908784?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/6660293956797908784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=6660293956797908784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6660293956797908784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6660293956797908784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/ipod.html' title='iPod'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2780390143320294288</id><published>2007-11-06T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:26:55.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>11-6 Ten tips from last week</title><content type='html'>Part 1: Post Halloween tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you put a bowl of candy out on the front porch with a big sign that says "PLEASE TAKE 2", the trick-or-treaters end up taking more than 2 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A two-year-old doesn't recognize when he's already been to a house trick-or-treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Let the kids eat some of their candy Halloween night, then hide the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you don't want any more trick-or-treaters, turn off all the lights - then they'll skip your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you don't get silly string cleaned up right away, it leaves a mark on the porch, house, driveway, or wherever else they sprayed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: Other tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Always lock the car doors while you're driving with the kids in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There is no room to pull off to the side while driving in the HOV lane when someone in the back opens one of the car doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When a hurricane comes, take down the flag pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When its time to turn the clocks back, make sure you get the one closest to your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Furniture companies may tell you they can give you a 4-hour window for the day they will deliver your furniture so you don't have to be home all day waiting - they just won't tell you WHICH 4 hours until the day before. Bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2780390143320294288?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2780390143320294288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2780390143320294288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2780390143320294288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2780390143320294288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/11-6-ten-tips-from-last-week.html' title='11-6 Ten tips from last week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-8064852270142199823</id><published>2007-11-04T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:26:15.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Daddy Don't Go</title><content type='html'>So, it was drop-off day yesterday at their mother's house. I was late because we were having so much fun at the morning playgroup at Susana's that I kinda lost track of time. Then I had to drive from Susana's over to their mother's house, of which there is no direct route and I'd never travelled through that part of Boston before. Needless to say, I took a wrong turn and ended up on the back roads through Malden. And wouldn't you know, while I was still trying to figure out how to get back to a main road to figure out where I was, she calls me on my cell phone asking me where I was - and telling me I was late (obviously!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to her house. It was pouring outside (the remnants of Hurricane Noel), and Leo decides he doesn't want to leave the car - he would rather stay with me. Daniel is excited to get out of the car because he sees his Nana's car in the driveway (my ex-mother-in-law). But even with that, Leo wouldn't budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get Daniel through the rain into the door, then go back to get Leo. He won't leave the car saying he wants to come back home with me. I'm being as positive and supportive as I can be, telling him that his Nana has come to see him and they are going to do all sorts of fun things. Leo still won't go. I finally reached in and picked him up - and carried him through the rain into the house. He wouldn't go up the stairs as he curled up on the floor of the breezeway. His mother called down to him from the second floor landing. Leo said he didn't want to see her, he just wanted to be with his daddy. She asked me to carry him up the stairs, so I did. He fought all the way and was crying. I finally got him to the door and gave him a hug. He held on to me tight and said "Daddy don't go." I told him I had to leave, it was now his time with mommy. He said he didn't want to be with mommy, he wanted to be with me. His mother tried to tell him it would be OK and he would be seeing his daddy in four days. She finally asked me to just hand him over to her which I did. Leo screamed. I told him I loved him and I would see him soon. The last words I heard him say were, again, "Daddy don't go."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-8064852270142199823?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/8064852270142199823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=8064852270142199823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8064852270142199823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8064852270142199823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/daddy-dont-go.html' title='Daddy Don&apos;t Go'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-3590547699172244897</id><published>2007-11-02T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:25:12.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Back Door</title><content type='html'>So, after work I picked the boys up from daycare and we started on our way to go to a restaurant for dinner (it being Friday night and all).  The drive from Allston to Hingham is anywhere from 30 to 45 minutes, depending on traffic, but with the boys in the car I get to drive in the HOV (High Occupancy Vehicle) lane on the Southeast Expressway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just past Boston, had just gotten into the HOV lane, when the light goes on in the car and the inside bell starts dinging.  What could that be I thought?  I looked down at the display just above the steering wheel and it said that the left rear car door was open!  Now I'm travelling at about 55 miles per hour in a long line of cars - and once you're in the HOV lane, there's nowhere to pull over.  My next thought?  "Oh Shit!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo then asks me what is wrong (he being the one sitting in the rear seat on the left side).  I asked him to please not touch the door.  I looked in the side rear view mirror and saw that at least his door was still partially latched, so I hit the electronic lock button on my left driver's panel, locking all the doors.  The dinging finally stopped but all the inside car lights stayed on.  But there was nothing to do but keep driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got to the end of the HOV lane about ten minutes later and I was finally able to pull over, get out of the car and close Leo's door.  Once back in the driver's seat, I immediately locked all the doors.  Won't make that mistake again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-3590547699172244897?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/3590547699172244897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=3590547699172244897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3590547699172244897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3590547699172244897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-door.html' title='Back Door'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-233252031197600282</id><published>2007-10-29T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:24:30.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>10-29 Ten tips from last week</title><content type='html'>Part 1: Special pre-Halloween edition (from Sunday's Halloween party with the kids):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kids don't really want to wear the masks on their spiderman costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Costumes should be worn more than once - you either paid too much for them or someone spent a lot of time making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Having the same colored shoes really does help the costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Orange peppers can take the place of pumpkins - they're easier for the kids to carve and not anywhere near as messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When wrapped up in toilet paper like a mummy you can scare the living bejeezes out of a 3-year-old. (Sorry Isabel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: Sports and toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Staying up past midnight watching the Red Sox win the World Series leaves one both sleep-deprived and elated at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When a 4-year-old gets distracted from watching a NASCAR race, you can switch the channel over to the football game and tell him the race was over - he won't know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The boys continue to get more enjoyment out of cheaper gifts. The more expensive toys tend to get a lot of immediate attention but really don't get used too often after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Multi-tasking during a baseball game is much easier than during a football game. For instance, you can do a lot in Myspace between pitches - you don't have to wait until the end of an inning. But while the football game is on there's so much going on during each drive that if you start writing a Myspace comment to someone you might miss a touchdown. (Especially if the Patriots score 52 points!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did I mention the Red Sox won the World Series? So here's a tip for all you Red Sox fans - there never was a curse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-233252031197600282?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/233252031197600282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=233252031197600282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/233252031197600282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/233252031197600282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-29-ten-tips-from-last-week.html' title='10-29 Ten tips from last week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2005911585637675561</id><published>2007-10-27T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:23:50.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>So, the boys got new shoes today. Did they really need new shoes? No. Then why did we go? Well, there were a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Daniel is wearing the black spiderman costume for Halloween this year (at Leo's insistence) and he didn't have any black shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Leo only has 2 pairs of shoes that fit, and they are both tennis shoes (one of which he doesn't want to wear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Their mother asked me to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 1 makes sense - you can't have a black costume with tan colored shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for 2, Leo can be a pain when he decides he doesn't want to wear something anymore. And the only other pair of shoes he has is Thomas the Tank Engine tennis shoes. The pair he doesn't want to wear are blue, so they go with his Spiderman costume. I'll find out tomorrow whether he will wear them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads us to 3. When I was married, many times it was easier to just do what she asked, no matter whether whatever it was was needed or not. So is this a sign that I haven't let go of that? I would say not because if it weren't for 1 and 2 above, I wouldn't have bought new shoes just because she asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there was also no way I was going to get out of the shoe store without buying both of them new shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2005911585637675561?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2005911585637675561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2005911585637675561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2005911585637675561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2005911585637675561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/10/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-7250912306651510700</id><published>2007-10-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:22:57.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Arrrrrrgh!</title><content type='html'>Daniel is testing me! He's approaching his 3rd birthday and has decided to NOT do anything I ask him to do. His favorite word the past 2 days has been "No"! So he didn't eat any dinner tonight (pizza, one of his favorites), and sat there and watched as Leo finished all of his, as well as dessert. He wouldn't take a time out. He wouldn't go upstairs (I had to carry him), he wouldn't take a bath (I undressed him and put him in the water), then had to put him to bed multiple times. When I try to ignore him, he finds me and asks to be carried. When I say no, he throws himself on the floor. When I give him a hug, he tells me he loves me, then goes and throws some toys on the floor. As if he needs more attention . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Leo did the same thing. Frustrating for sure, but I know he'll outgrow it soon, as Leo did. Just have to get through it without any permanent damage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-7250912306651510700?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/7250912306651510700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=7250912306651510700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7250912306651510700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7250912306651510700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/10/arrrrrrgh.html' title='Arrrrrrgh!'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2425418072444942354</id><published>2007-10-22T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:21:56.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>10-22 Ten tips from last week</title><content type='html'>1. Last minute babysitters hired through an organization cost a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When the babysitter calls you to tell you your child is running a fever, always ask what the thermometer said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If your child is still not completely potty-trained, make sure he uses the potty before you put him down for a nap when he is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When your child has a virus with a low grade fever and he does not seem to be in much pain, it is best to NOT give him medicine and let the fever fight off the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Uneaten, overripe bananas make for great banana bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The chances are great that when you go furniture shopping, the one piece you really want is not in stock (and they won't sell you the display model).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Belly dancers wear very tight skirts. And they don't mind taking your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Find out how much the bottle of wine costs before drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When getting directions to restaurants, make sure the person giving you the directions has actually been there (and knows which restaurant you're talking about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. That Leo prefers storytime with Mommy rather than talking on the phone with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one extra: Keep calling your children when you're not with them. And if they hang up on you, call them back - and tell them you love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2425418072444942354?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2425418072444942354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2425418072444942354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2425418072444942354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2425418072444942354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-22-ten-tips-from-last-week.html' title='10-22 Ten tips from last week'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-120572738244190516</id><published>2007-10-21T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:20:52.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>So its my weekend without the boys. But after an exhaustive week caring for Leo for 3 days, then both of them the rest of the week, on Friday when I dropped them off at daycare I was able to take a deep breath and sighhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wired when I got home from work Friday night, so I decided to work on my Myspace page - and ended up working at it past midnight. If you couldn't tell, I'm anal about making things line up and look good so it took a while to format all of the images to get each one in each category to be the same size. And I like the new music playlist I added - I'm going to try and remember to rotate the songs around so the same one doesn't start each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I went furniture shopping. Since the kids' mom moved out Leo's clothes have been in piles on the floor in his room as she got his bedroom furniture. I tried taking the boys with me to furniture stores a couple of times, but they get bored within a few minutes and furniture shopping takes time. So, I went by myself, picked out the bedroom set I liked - only to find out the one piece in the set I needed most (the dresser) was out of stock! I was looking forward to getting the furniture delivered right away, but they give you a 4 hour window where you have to be at home for the delivery, and I don't have time to wait around twice. So I told them to deliver the furniture once they get the dresser in stock - which they said would be in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I had dinner with friends at Karoun Restaurant in Newton. Can't say any more about that, but I've seen both pictures and videos others have taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (today) was also busy - a bike ride in the morning followed by lunch with friends, then played a few games of pool while watching the Patriots crush the Dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to talk to the boys on the phone tonight. When I called last night I got the answering machine so I could only leave a message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-120572738244190516?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/120572738244190516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=120572738244190516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/120572738244190516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/120572738244190516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-4584265505971898279</id><published>2007-10-19T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:19:36.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>So, because Leo stayed with me while he was sick with that nasty virus (on the days he was supposed to be with his mother), it was like having only one child again. She had Daniel at her place while I cared for Leo. Yes, Tuesdays and Wednesdays are supposed to be her days with the children, but since Leo was with me when he got sick, it was best for me to keep him at my house. So I ended up taking sick days from work to be home with Leo while he got better - and both of those were days when I wasn't even supposed to have the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up being OK. Leo's fever settled back to about 101 on Monday, and by Wednesday afternoon the fever was gone. It was kind of nice to just have Leo for a few days. Daniel can be so commanding of my attention that Leo gets left by himself many times. So on Wednesday Leo and I ran some much-needed errands. There's a Saab dealership right next to the cleaners, and Leo asked if we could go look at the new cars at the "car store". I said "Sure!" So Leo and I spent about half an hour looking at the cars in their showroom. I told one of the salesman that I wasn't there to buy anything and he was cool with that (there wasn't anybody else there anyway). I showed Leo the differences in the car models and we sat in all of them. It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, his mom called and said that Daniel missed him and so she wanted to know if it was OK to bring him by to see Leo. I knew she just wanted to leave Daniel with me and, sure enough, she didn't even spend two minutes in the house visiting with Leo before leaving the two of them with me. It was my day to have them back anyway so I didn't mind - and Leo did miss having Daniel around. But for a couple of days, even though Leo wasn't feeling well, it was kind of nice to spend some time with just him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-4584265505971898279?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/4584265505971898279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=4584265505971898279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4584265505971898279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4584265505971898279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/10/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2125770378125112213</id><published>2007-10-15T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:33:49.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>104</title><content type='html'>So, Leo was sick today. Actually, it started last night about an hour after he went to bed. He woke up crying and he was burning up. I gave him some water to drink, then some Motrin, and that calmed him down. He woke up about every other hour and I had to go in and comfort him each time. Neither of us got much sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning he wouldn't eat any breakfast as he was lying on the couch with his blankie. He felt almost too warm so I popped a thermometer in his mouth and it said 104! He took more Motrin and that helped. Meanwhile I got Daniel ready for school, not knowing how Leo was going to respond to the medicine but his fever went down to 101. I called Parents In A Pinch to get a sitter on her way - she finally showed up around 9 and I then took Daniel to school and went to work. Leo was feeling much better when I got home after work having slept most of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2125770378125112213?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2125770378125112213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2125770378125112213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2125770378125112213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2125770378125112213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/10/104.html' title='104'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-6000109817286770574</id><published>2007-10-13T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:18:00.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clock</title><content type='html'>So she drops the boys off at 7:30, comes in and puts their leftover drinks in the fridge. She looks up at the clock, then walks over, takes the clock off of the wall and takes it with her. It was her clock, as are many other things in the house, but I figured she didn't want it in her new place. I wonder if she's going to continue to take stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I mind her having the things that were hers. Its the way she did it - not even a word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-6000109817286770574?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/6000109817286770574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=6000109817286770574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6000109817286770574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6000109817286770574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/10/clock.html' title='Clock'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-9218663474937454795</id><published>2007-09-18T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:17:21.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attorney'/><title type='text'>D-Day</title><content type='html'>So, its now official. I am single (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out there was one remaining issue to be resolved and it went right down to the wire. It helped that my attorney knew the court clerk very well - and she basically told us how the court had ruled on similar open issues in the past. This allowed us to craft the remaining language of our Agreement so that we could get it all signed before seeing the judge - which I later found out had to be done if you have an uncontested divorce hearing. The judge even commented how he liked the language we had used on that very issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if it wasn't for her attorney being such an a**hole, I think this whole matter would have been completed back in June. But, here we are, one year after filing, finally divorced. Cheers everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-9218663474937454795?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/9218663474937454795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=9218663474937454795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/9218663474937454795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/9218663474937454795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/09/d-day.html' title='D-Day'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2895631666643380143</id><published>2007-09-11T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:16:40.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>So, Saturday was the wedding anniversary - I totally forgot. I was looking forward to spending the evening with everyone at Jake Ivory's and then having so much fun while there I didn't even think about what day it was. I guess September 8th is now just any other day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2895631666643380143?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2895631666643380143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2895631666643380143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2895631666643380143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2895631666643380143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/09/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-4285585550827473438</id><published>2007-09-06T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:15:50.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><title type='text'>Visitation</title><content type='html'>So, as part of the transitioning in of the new schedule, today was a 'visitation day' for me. That means that the boys spent last night at their mother's place and she took them to daycare this morning. Then I got to pick them up from school and spend the rest of the afternoon and have dinner with them before taking them back to their mother's house for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I was glad to see the boys - we went to a playground in Watertown, then I found a Friendly's where the boys had their favorite Mac 'N Cheese and ice cream dessert. I was very glad to spend the time with them since I had not seen them in 2 days. But it was tough taking them back to Arlington. Leo complained that he didn't want to go to Mommy's - he wanted to go to my house. And Daniel spent all of dinner giving my hugs saying "Daddy, daddy, daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at her house, Leo wanted me to come in - so his mother let me so Leo could show me his playroom. Part of me thinks she wanted me to come in so that I would see how small the place was compared to the house in Hingham. But Leo enjoyed showing off some new toys he got and as I left I got big hugs from both Leo and Daniel. It was hard leaving them after what was only a 3-hour visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm fortunate that there will not be too many of these types of visitations - our 50/50 custody agreement has an equal number of nights the boys spend with each of us. But because of the way some of the days fall as we alternate weekends, we each will have one of these visitation days each month. I suppose she will find out how hard it is when its her turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-4285585550827473438?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/4285585550827473438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=4285585550827473438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4285585550827473438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4285585550827473438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/09/visitation.html' title='Visitation'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-3952800074936534639</id><published>2007-09-04T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:14:50.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>Schedule</title><content type='html'>So, we started "The Schedule" today. Was this what I wanted? Not sure, but it is the eventual product of divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with me getting the boys up, getting them to eat some breakfast, then dressed, and into the car. The drive to Allston wasn't too bad - got to use the HOV lane on the Southeast Expressway so we passed all of the traffic that was backed up in the other lanes. The boys watched the first half of "Toy Story" on the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the new daycare and I was stuck right at the start. I was never told what the security code was on the outside door to get into the building so I had to wait about five minutes until another parent showed up. Once inside, Leo showed me where his cubby was (as he had had 2 intro visits with his mother the last couple of weeks). Then I dropped him off with his new teacher and took Daniel down to his classroom. Daniel was great - I stayed for about a half hour with him (filling out paperwork that their mother was supposed to have already completed) and I just watched him go from activity to activity and get introduced to his new classmates. He was having a great time! So then I went to check on Leo - this wasn't so good. He just wanted to hold on to me - then he wanted to go to Daniel's classroom. I took him down to see Daniel, then had to carry him back to his class as he wouldn't go himself. One of the teachers finally helped me and got Leo to stop crying so he could give me a hug and I could leave. I got to the car and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to work and sent an e-mail to their mother to let her know how the dropoff went. It was good that it was a very busy day at the office so I didn't have time to think much about the boys. It was also nice to be able to leave at the end of the day whenever I wanted and not be tied to a train schedule. The drive home was easy - stopped at the grocery store, then arrived home - to an empty house. And the house is very quiet without the boys here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is how it is going to be, half of every week, and every other weekend. I'll give the boys a phone call tomorrow night - let them be with their mother tonight as they adjust to her place. Then I'll see them Thursday night for dinner - then they are back with their mother for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is going to take some getting used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-3952800074936534639?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/3952800074936534639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=3952800074936534639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3952800074936534639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/3952800074936534639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/09/schedule.html' title='Schedule'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-340554054683477174</id><published>2007-09-01T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:13:38.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>So, she's gone.  It finally happened.  Now me and the boys have the house to ourselves.  She left more behind than I thought she was going to so its not too bad.  She even left the furniture that she tried to get me to buy from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some of my father's furniture in storage which is going to be delivered early next week.  Then I've got to get new bedroom furniture for Leo and a few other pieces to fill in where things are missing.  And since she took all of the rugs, looks like I'm going to go rug shopping as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's all just stuff.  The important thing is to make this place a happy home - and that's what we're going to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-340554054683477174?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/340554054683477174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=340554054683477174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/340554054683477174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/340554054683477174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/09/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-1226814648565967454</id><published>2007-08-26T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:12:56.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Away</title><content type='html'>Its nice to be away - I definitely needed the break from the day-to-day stress I've been going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been able to spend time catching up with my mom and brother while all of my cousin's final wedding preparations are in full gear.  Its a lot easier to talk about things in person than over the phone.  And although my brother and I have had a few rocky spots in our past, whenever we get together he's great, and we're able to go forward with a better relationship.  My mom never wants to interfere in my life but is always available to talk to - which is nice to know she's there for me.  We're also now making plans for her next visit to Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although I wish I would have been able to go to the Marshfield Fair and the soup kitchen this weekend (I hope you guys go), there will be more fun events for us all to share in the future.  Besides, its been a treat to get caught up with my aunt and my cousins and be here for Katie's wedding.  But its also nice to just be *away*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-1226814648565967454?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/1226814648565967454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=1226814648565967454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1226814648565967454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1226814648565967454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/away.html' title='Away'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-958031055097006371</id><published>2007-08-24T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:11:51.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attorney'/><title type='text'>Reasonable</title><content type='html'>So, what is reasonable?  I guess that depends on the circumstances . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we had an agreed-to schedule but then the other day she said she had some 'changes' she wanted to talk to me about.  She gave me a calendar printout for the month of September where she had filled in her name for every Monday thru Friday and mine for every Saturday and Sunday.  However, that wasn't our agreement as our 50-50 arrangement was for half the week, each week, and alternating weekends.  She said this would be a 'transition' for the kids into both a new daycare and a new home (hers).  I told her this was not acceptable.  I wanted to be part of the kids' experience in their new school as well and that unless she had some other good reasons to do anything different, we would stick with the shared parenting plan we had already agreed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the other day, she gives me a revised September calendar.  This one had the first two weeks with her having the kids M-F, then shifting to the agreed-to plan.  I said, "No, I want to be there for them during their first week at school."  She argued that she thought it was best for them to be close to her and to stay at her place during the first week.  I disagreed and said she didn't understand my feelings about what I thought was best for them - and that was for them to share their new experience with both their mother and father.  She said, "What are you going to do about it?"  I replied that we would follow the already agreed-to plan.  She said that no, we would follow her new plan.  We went back and forth a few times and finally I said, "Look, if I need to get our attorneys involved to resolve this, then that's what I'll do."  She replied, "Bring it on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon my attorney sent her attorney a motion to the court for us to follow the agreed-to plan, which immediately got her attorney's attention - and he said there was no need for a court motion - he would talk to her and have her follow the plan.  She, of course, was beside herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, last night, she was much more reasonable.  We had an hour long talk about what we thought would be best for the kids and we came up with a compromise.  If she had just been reasonable from the start and told me why she wanted a different schedule instead of demanding it be changed, we would have more easily resolved the issue.  I'm not sure whether it was her attorney's influence or what, but we were at last able to come to a resolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-958031055097006371?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/958031055097006371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=958031055097006371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/958031055097006371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/958031055097006371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/reasonable.html' title='Reasonable'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-6765870391633463323</id><published>2007-08-19T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:10:49.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>So, the reality of the past 12 months is finally here - she is packing!  (Really, I was doubting if it would ever end . . . )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-6765870391633463323?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/6765870391633463323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=6765870391633463323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6765870391633463323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/6765870391633463323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-4933360905690726069</id><published>2007-08-17T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:10:10.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attorney'/><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>So, I thought everything was all set.  One more week to go, then things would be finalized.  Well, now that's not going to happen.  Its amazing how, through this process, there have been so many times when I expected one thing to happen only to find things were changed for one reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it was her @%*-ing attorney.  Seems like some emergency case popped up out of nowhere (as he said, "all hell broke loose in my practice") and so, right when we were all set to settle this thing, our court date is now going to be continued for another three weeks or so.  He's not willing to let his associate finish up the case as he is currently working on his first draft of his amendment to the Agreement and he won't leave negotiations to his junior attorney.  And then he is going on vacation.  So, now we have to wait until sometime in September.  ARRRRGHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-4933360905690726069?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/4933360905690726069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=4933360905690726069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4933360905690726069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4933360905690726069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-7628086988718226657</id><published>2007-08-16T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:09:08.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belongings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>So, it comes down to a list of stuff.  After resolving custody, parenting plans, financials and the house, the remaining thing to work out is who gets what.  Some of it is pretty easy - we both had a lot of stuff when we got married, so what was hers stays hers and what was mine stays mine.  Except, of course, all of the stuff I used to have that she talked me into getting rid of . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the marital stuff is a little harder.  It would be easy to simply say, "Go ahead and take what you want," but then I'd have to go and spend a ton of money replacing things I bought in the first place.  There's also a lot of stuff that I really like, some with emotional attachments.  If she had her way she would clean out the boys' rooms and take it all with her, and that's not fair to the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the list of stuff.  I actually started the list - went through each room and wrote down the major items in each room (furniture, rugs, etc.), then put it into a spreadsheet (yes - anal of me, but I thought it would be the clearest way to document the stuff).  I set up four columns - what I had before the marriage, what I would keep that was marital, what was hers before the marriage, and what she would get that was marital.  It was a short list just showing the big items figuring we could work out the smaller stuff.  I e-mailed her the spreadsheet (as that is our best form of communication), and she sends it back the next day, only now its 3 pages long and itemizes pictures, toys and other knicknacks she wants to take.  She also moved a number of things from my column to hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing then happened.  When she e-mailed the list back to me, she copied her attorney.  He then replied to Karen, saying "My quick review of the property list attached finds you with the vast majority of property acquired during the marriage; and it looks like you have taken most of the property in the boys' rooms.  I can't tell how many items you have added vs. how many you have changed but it appears that the boys will have little left in their rooms."  He went on to say, "It is going to be much better if Kriss has approved this list so I hope this is the result of you two working together."  (Which, of course, it wasn't.)  I only know what her attorney said because he obviously hit "Reply All" on his e-mail so I was directly copied on his response.  Not sure whether he meant to do that or not, but it is a little odd for me to get an e-mail directly from her attorney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied saying it was "her highest priority to reach an agreement as soon as possible."  So, later that night, she and I sat down and went through the list.  How utterly painful this was!  One of the things she had added to the list was all of the window coverings - drapes and curtains - claiming she and her mother picked them out or bought the fabric from which custom curtains were made.  I asked if she could at least let me keep them until the house is sold - she said "No way."  We talked about wedding presents, furniture, the computer, the telephones.  God it was awful.  In the end, we both walked away giving in on a number of items but at least there is some sort of agreement in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next day, I got an e-mail from her asking if I wanted to buy some of her furniture.  She said she's moving into a smaller place and thinks I may want some of her stuff to keep the house furnished and save me the trouble of buying new furniture - she then included a list of couches, chairs, etc. (all things she had owned from before we were married, but are now old and worn).  Now, if I'm going to spend money on furniture, why would I want her old stuff?  And why, after going through a painful discussion of who gets what, would she even think I might be interested in her old furniture?  Well, that's not going to happen.  I'd rather buy new furniture that is mine than have her old things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and another thing, I'm also going to have to buy new window coverings, just to make the rooms look good when I have to sell the house. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-7628086988718226657?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/7628086988718226657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=7628086988718226657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7628086988718226657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/7628086988718226657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-4546291912297936958</id><published>2007-08-12T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:07:53.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Remote Control</title><content type='html'>So now Leo knows the wonders of remote control vehicles!  We were at Tighe's 3rd birthday (son of Jenn, a co-worker of mine) on Saturday and Tighe got a number of new remote control construction trucks.  Leo watched him play with them for a while, then asked me if he could try.  I told him to ask Tighe, who immediately said, "No, they're mine!"  Tighe's daddy Al stepped in and got Tighe to agree to let Leo try one of the trucks - a front-end loader.  Leo spent the next half hour running the truck back and forth and lifting the front scoop up and down.  He was so absorbed he had tuned everything else out.  Luckily he had already had his cake and we were finished with swimming.  I got Leo to give it up when Tighe finally asked for the front-end loader back.  Al joked that I now needed to stop at Toys R Us to get one for Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did I find myself on Saturday night?  Why, Toys R Us of course!  Unfortunately, they were out of the front-end loaders, and the excavators they had looked really cheap so I ended up not buying one.  But next weekend I'm going to head out to a different Toys R Us in search of the front-end loader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-4546291912297936958?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/4546291912297936958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=4546291912297936958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4546291912297936958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4546291912297936958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/remote-control.html' title='Remote Control'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-8161932156480521811</id><published>2007-08-10T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:06:49.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'>Train</title><content type='html'>So, it was an easy commute to work this morning - gotta love the summertime.  There were plenty of seats on the train so I was able to zone out with my iPod for the quick trip into Boston.  Couldn't help thinking though that I only have 2 more weeks of train rides - then I'll have to drive. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I mind driving, that will be fine - especially the days when I'll be taking Leo and Daniel to daycare and I can drive in the HOV lane!  No, it will be the days when I have to drive by myself that I will dread.  The traffic on the Southeast Expressway gets so bad sometimes where you end up just creeping along for almost half an hour just to get from the Braintree split to just past JFK.  At least I'll have a parking space in the garage next to the building where I work - one of the perks of being an Associate.  And I will no longer be tied to the train schedule.  But I will miss the train.  Some evenings, after a tough day at work, there's nothing better than simply sitting on the train instead of fighting traffic in the car.  And this is all happening just when the new Greenbush commuter rail line is about to start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-8161932156480521811?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/8161932156480521811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=8161932156480521811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8161932156480521811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8161932156480521811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/train.html' title='Train'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-5874982365916323509</id><published>2007-08-09T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:05:49.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Privacy</title><content type='html'>So, I changed my Myspace privacy setting today.  Its not because of all of the friend requests I was getting from scantily clad women.  Who accepts those anyway?  Andy?  No, I thought about what Kate mentioned over the weekend and decided I didn't really need the Myspace world to know what was going on in my life.  (Or certain individuals lurking around . . .)  So, now if you want to know, you've got to be my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-5874982365916323509?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/5874982365916323509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=5874982365916323509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5874982365916323509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5874982365916323509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/privacy.html' title='Privacy'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-2012377821169444311</id><published>2007-08-07T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:04:58.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Chair</title><content type='html'>So, Daniel has been giving me a hard time putting him to bed for a while.  I've been rocking him to sleep since he was a baby - then sitting in the chair in his room with him until he drifted off.  A few months ago I finally got to a point where I could put him in his crib while he was still awake, but I had to stay in the room with him until he fell asleep.  I had tried leaving the room, but since he learned to crawl out of his crib, that no longer worked because he would simply come out of his room looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mind sitting in his room while he drifted off to sleep.  It gave me a chance to relax in the dark for a bit.  I even fell asleep a few times when I was really tired.  However, Daniel recently started taking longer and longer to fall asleep.  On some nights I've had to sit there for almost 45 minutes.  If I tried to get up before Daniel fell asleep, he would call out "Daddy, sit in the chair!" and I'd have to start all over again.  It wouldn't have been so bad except on most nights I haven't had dinner yet so sometimes I wasn't eating until after 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate suggested I start moving the chair closer and closer to the door to start to break the habit.  In order for this to work I would have had to completely rearrange the furniture in his room and that just wasn't going to happen.  So, the other night, when it was clear it was going to be a long night in the chair, I simply carried the chair out of the room.  Daniel, of course, cried and cried, but he finally settled down as I stood in the open doorway, and it wasn't another five minutes or so until he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chair is still in my room.  And for the past couple of nights I've been able to walk away from the open doorway while Daniel was still awake without him getting upset.  It looks like I'm getting close to finally breaking the bad habit that I guess I started in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-2012377821169444311?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/2012377821169444311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=2012377821169444311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2012377821169444311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/2012377821169444311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/chair.html' title='Chair'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-5016097066827634500</id><published>2007-08-06T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:03:48.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>So, after quite a busy day yesterday, I crashed hard last night - only to have Daniel wake me up at 2am.  I got Daniel back to sleep, but then I was awake.  With all that has happened the last week, my mind started rolling through all sorts of options and scenarios and I couldn't shut it off.  A couple of hours later I got up for a drink of water, lay back down, and was able to drift in and out for an hour or so - but not enough to feel refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slogged through work but never got motivated to accomplish a lot (other than the top items on my 'to do' list).  Had a studio lunch meeting so I didn't get to catch up on any of the hundred other miscellaneous things I've been trying to do during the lunch hour.  Then had to stop at the grocery store on the way home since she doesn't do much shopping anymore (except for herself), only to find an empty house - they're probably at an indoor playground somewhere since it rained today.  The good news - at least I don't have to wait until 9:00 to have dinner tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to remind myself, two and a half weeks to go, then I'll be able to try and make the other things work out.  Not much I can really do 'til then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-5016097066827634500?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/5016097066827634500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=5016097066827634500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5016097066827634500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5016097066827634500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-4380509659810872629</id><published>2007-08-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:02:08.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nantasket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Beach</title><content type='html'>So, had to get up everyone up and going extra early today thanks to our esteemed Assistant Organizer - whose idea it was to meet at the beach at 9am!  We had to skip our weekly run to the dump (aka the 'Hingham Transfer Station') and I was so busy getting everything together I didn't have time to even think about coffee (thanks Mo!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up getting to Nantasket a little early - which was good so the kids got their swinging out of the way before heading down to the beach.  The weather was perfect and so were all of our friends (adults and kids alike).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think enough about how great this group is.  Without even thinking twice, we all were helping each other out, watching each other's kids, and not worrying at all.  I know being a single parent will have its challenges going forward, but with a group like this it seems to make everything a little easier to handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-4380509659810872629?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/4380509659810872629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=4380509659810872629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4380509659810872629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/4380509659810872629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/beach.html' title='Beach'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-5808684391483795704</id><published>2007-08-03T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:01:00.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>So, after a day like yesterday, I'm really looking forward to tomorrow - friends, kids and animals in the morning followed up with a BBQ at the Cape in the evening.  I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-5808684391483795704?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/5808684391483795704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=5808684391483795704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5808684391483795704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/5808684391483795704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-8328971816288282185</id><published>2007-08-02T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:59:53.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Settlement'/><title type='text'>Settlement</title><content type='html'>So how does one go about reaching a settlement?  Especially when you know you are right?  (But, doesn't everybody at least think they are right?)  I guess that's one of my weaknesses - and something I'm working on.  But when its the future of your children that are at stake, compromises must be made.  I thought I had offered a good compromise a few months ago but she instead decided to go through with depositions.  (No good ever comes out of this type of deposition, only more hurt and bitterness . . .)  Then, when we had our pre-trial conference with the judge, I thought the judge's guidance was very clear - she thought otherwise.  I could see that this thing could have gone on for months and months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be another deposition day - this time she and her attorney were going to depose the Guardian Ad Litem.  The GAL Report was very favorable to my position, but left the door open for a compromise.  I was faced with a decision early on today - should they just start with the deposition or could there first be a conference where we could talk about the contested issues.  I have always supported every effort to reach an agreement so I chose to talk first.  We decided to include the Guardian Ad Litem in our discussions for his guidance on issues dealing with the children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting went on for a while.  Twice during the conference her attorney grandstanded and left the room with her.  During the second break, when it was obvious that there was not going to be any movement on her part, I realized the future of our children was in my hands.  I could have let the deposition begin and continued to fight for what I believed was right.  But nobody would win in this scenario.  If the judge ruled in my favor, she would forever be bitter, and we would never be able to effectively communicate about anything.  If the judge ruled in her favor, she would blame me for dragging the case out spending thousands of needless dollars for an outcome she thought was right anyway.  My attorney thought the case would have been 50-50 if it went to trial before the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with the children's lives in my hands, I made a decision which I hope makes all of our lives reasonable.  My attorney supported the decision and we then continued the conference with her and her attorney to go through all of the other contested issues.  A few were not easily resolved but we at least created a path to settlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she will ever realize how important today's decision was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be sad to lose a neighbor whose friendship I've come to value in a short period of time (but I won't be too far away) and I'll be glad to gain a new neighbor whose friendship, I hope, won't get spoiled by my bugging him all of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-8328971816288282185?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/8328971816288282185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=8328971816288282185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8328971816288282185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8328971816288282185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/settlement.html' title='Settlement'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-168804283591465539</id><published>2007-08-01T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:57:26.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blocked'/><title type='text'>Blocked</title><content type='html'>So I got into work early this morning and checked my personal e-mail account.  There was an e-mail saying I had received a Myspace message but when I clicked on it I got a new screen with an error message saying "Web Server Too Busy".  Seemed odd to me since hardly anybody else was in the office yet, so I did a little digging.  Turns out, Myspace is blocked at work.  Facebook too.  Didn't spend any more time looking around to see what other sites were blocked but I'm sure it includes all of the social networking sites.  Guess they don't want us using our work computers to satisfy our Myspace needs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-168804283591465539?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/168804283591465539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=168804283591465539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/168804283591465539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/168804283591465539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/08/blocked.html' title='Blocked'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-1592853303189136116</id><published>2007-07-31T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:56:13.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Morrison'/><title type='text'>.mp3</title><content type='html'>So over the weekend I heard this new song - hadn't really heard anything new in a while but I had been filling my iPod with mp3 files downloaded from allofmp3.com.  So, I tried to go there this weekend and found the site was shutdown.  Didn't take long to find an article about it.  Since it was run by the Russians, they were trying to bypass US copyright laws.  The article said the site was shut down in the interest of international trade agreements.  What pissed me off was I still had about $20 in the 'bank' there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, later I found the website had been re-formed as mp3sparks.com - it has the same layout and everything, just a different background color.  I e-mailed them to find out if I could transfer my $20 from allofmp3.com - their reply was "Unfortunately, we cannot do that."  So, I went out and bought the CD at a store.  I'm not giving the Russians any more of my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the song?  "Under the Influence" by James Morrison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-1592853303189136116?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/1592853303189136116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=1592853303189136116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1592853303189136116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/1592853303189136116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/07/mp3.html' title='.mp3'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31458012560371912.post-8723266096529510461</id><published>2007-07-30T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:35:05.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Lame</title><content type='html'>OK, So I'm lame.  Finally getting around to doing this blogging thing - long after everyone else is here.  For those who might be interested, I'll let you know some things that are going on in my life, and I'll keep adding pictures along the way.  Happy reading!  KP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31458012560371912-8723266096529510461?l=kpett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/feeds/8723266096529510461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31458012560371912&amp;postID=8723266096529510461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8723266096529510461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31458012560371912/posts/default/8723266096529510461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kpett.blogspot.com/2007/07/lame.html' title='Lame'/><author><name>kpett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00240176218444979743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.entablature.com/comment/mummy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
