<?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-6569172028748385982</id><updated>2012-01-25T00:03:26.666-05:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='One Small Change'/><category term='main lesson'/><category term='haskell island'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='tutorial'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='winter'/><category term='solstice'/><category term='martinmas'/><category term='day in my life'/><category term='candlemas'/><category term='Lou&apos;s Story'/><category term='tutorials'/><category term='autumn'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='waldorf'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='sugaring'/><category term='Knitting with Jane Austen'/><category term='History'/><category term='Handmade Christmas'/><category term='mitten strings for God'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='michaelmas'/><category term='High School'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Keeping House'/><title type='text'>In These Hills</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maymomvt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660028340050789552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>507</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-4860104893682369366</id><published>2012-01-15T11:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T11:29:29.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Accident</title><content type='html'>Last week we received the shocking news that Nelson's parents had been in a massive car accident. Dory had a broken rib and massive skin abrasions, requiring a skin graft.  After 5 days in the hospital, she has come home and is receiving good care from a home nurse, Nelson, and his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--aC4jumVz3c/TxL67qmZrRI/AAAAAAAADVk/r2uRYt2l47I/s1600/IMG_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--aC4jumVz3c/TxL67qmZrRI/AAAAAAAADVk/r2uRYt2l47I/s320/IMG_1374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697892381531680018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes had a torn aortic valve, lost his spleen, broke all the ribs on one side, punctured a lung, and broke his leg. He is in intensive care on a ventilator. He has slowly stabilized, but as this has happened more injuries have become apparent including a cracked vertebrae and a possible skull fracture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say this has been an agonizing week. We have set up a &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/wesleyanddoryrooker"&gt;Caring Bridge website&lt;/a&gt; which has been a huge help in connecting to the many friends and family who want to be in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also find me and further updates on &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1298478137"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-4860104893682369366?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4860104893682369366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2012/01/accident.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4860104893682369366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4860104893682369366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2012/01/accident.html' title='The Accident'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--aC4jumVz3c/TxL67qmZrRI/AAAAAAAADVk/r2uRYt2l47I/s72-c/IMG_1374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-7479653187840474820</id><published>2012-01-15T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T11:10:27.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Twelfth Night</title><content type='html'>We had a quiet Twelfth Night. The girls were back to school so in the afternoon we made a cake and took down the tree.  Helen found the hidden coin and got a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYo834QKQmY/TxL57seEyEI/AAAAAAAADVY/sg_OLLZd7FE/s1600/IMG_1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYo834QKQmY/TxL57seEyEI/AAAAAAAADVY/sg_OLLZd7FE/s320/IMG_1461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697891282521999426" 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/6569172028748385982-7479653187840474820?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/7479653187840474820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2012/01/twelfth-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/7479653187840474820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/7479653187840474820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2012/01/twelfth-night.html' title='Twelfth Night'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYo834QKQmY/TxL57seEyEI/AAAAAAAADVY/sg_OLLZd7FE/s72-c/IMG_1461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-664867496315137493</id><published>2012-01-01T11:26:00.042-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:38:34.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; brought sledding and snowshoeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Px76VTQ4gbk/TwCJZ8zTe5I/AAAAAAAADNs/hT4W1hVai0U/s1600/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Px76VTQ4gbk/TwCJZ8zTe5I/AAAAAAAADNs/hT4W1hVai0U/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692701007907355538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; brought a birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhx1ftzmQPg/TwCKLIM8-iI/AAAAAAAADN4/Rattuy2pqjc/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhx1ftzmQPg/TwCKLIM8-iI/AAAAAAAADN4/Rattuy2pqjc/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692701852781312546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a winter weekend with extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWWMUcYdoGU/TwCKVqDGsTI/AAAAAAAADOE/lFwrj3C7n8E/s1600/IMG_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWWMUcYdoGU/TwCKVqDGsTI/AAAAAAAADOE/lFwrj3C7n8E/s320/IMG_0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692702033665503538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt; brought a trip to the ocean with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNvbUAf6mGQ/TwCLVwJkqvI/AAAAAAAADOc/aK-o6jJ6S6Y/s1600/IMG_20110312_105556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNvbUAf6mGQ/TwCLVwJkqvI/AAAAAAAADOc/aK-o6jJ6S6Y/s320/IMG_20110312_105556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692703134814874354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a trip to Florida to support Papa through surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5nQEKTZi4k/TwCMtn1bpAI/AAAAAAAADPM/iYBCAoV5ElY/s1600/IMG_20110331_133439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5nQEKTZi4k/TwCMtn1bpAI/AAAAAAAADPM/iYBCAoV5ElY/s320/IMG_20110331_133439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692704644411401218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;April &lt;/span&gt;brought a trip to Gettysburg,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7V3tnwe8a7w/TwCMCyOiOlI/AAAAAAAADOo/7RMiInWrPgw/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7V3tnwe8a7w/TwCMCyOiOlI/AAAAAAAADOo/7RMiInWrPgw/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692703908466670162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Green Mountain Youth Symphony Concert,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1EJa0RpQ9I/TwCPrmsXtrI/AAAAAAAADQg/_VswGVVPFLQ/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1EJa0RpQ9I/TwCPrmsXtrI/AAAAAAAADQg/_VswGVVPFLQ/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692707908280104626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our final VT Symphony Concert with Yo-Yo Ma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qe2P_yQ31_s/TwCP1K0Z6DI/AAAAAAAADQs/h_TsMWgoMlQ/s1600/bilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qe2P_yQ31_s/TwCP1K0Z6DI/AAAAAAAADQs/h_TsMWgoMlQ/s320/bilde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692708072596301874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a haiku-writing Easter bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLvYH13KhIE/TwCMlYl6uYI/AAAAAAAADPA/JGha2DpkNaU/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLvYH13KhIE/TwCMlYl6uYI/AAAAAAAADPA/JGha2DpkNaU/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692704502880844162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;brought Crew to our family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXXdyeh6gLI/TwCNONST2uI/AAAAAAAADPY/pattJJmABIE/s1600/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PXXdyeh6gLI/TwCNONST2uI/AAAAAAAADPY/pattJJmABIE/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692705204220451554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a Knighting Ceremony,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krD0oO6SC3s/TwCNe0e7P2I/AAAAAAAADPk/aj5IbRAt68U/s1600/DSCN0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krD0oO6SC3s/TwCNe0e7P2I/AAAAAAAADPk/aj5IbRAt68U/s320/DSCN0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692705489620254562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maypole Dancing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rG-nyojYPVo/TwCNuIACuOI/AAAAAAAADPw/kex_4bmSvZo/s1600/DSCN0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rG-nyojYPVo/TwCNuIACuOI/AAAAAAAADPw/kex_4bmSvZo/s320/DSCN0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692705752557467874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;modern dance recital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBsTk77xFek/TwCVI8X_T6I/AAAAAAAADS8/qfeJZ4-HYrk/s1600/IMG_0239_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBsTk77xFek/TwCVI8X_T6I/AAAAAAAADS8/qfeJZ4-HYrk/s320/IMG_0239_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692713909874544546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a 15th birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wgBrrd4OP0Q/TwCPaDM5LVI/AAAAAAAADQU/hrv4gn9xmSw/s1600/P1020587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wgBrrd4OP0Q/TwCPaDM5LVI/AAAAAAAADQU/hrv4gn9xmSw/s320/P1020587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692707606695062866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a class play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSc8oQE9Smg/TwCOelJaCiI/AAAAAAAADQI/wTtWg3qJLkE/s1600/IMG_0251_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSc8oQE9Smg/TwCOelJaCiI/AAAAAAAADQI/wTtWg3qJLkE/s320/IMG_0251_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692706585015093794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt; saw us up high in the mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBQDnfOfmZo/TwCQWxiuq1I/AAAAAAAADQ4/DWUVcSPhnnk/s1600/2011-06-19_14-04-50_835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBQDnfOfmZo/TwCQWxiuq1I/AAAAAAAADQ4/DWUVcSPhnnk/s320/2011-06-19_14-04-50_835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692708649926830930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and down on the rivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VBG87shGFYQ/TwCRBsHQdAI/AAAAAAAADRQ/PxmrdgP-cpw/s1600/DSCN0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VBG87shGFYQ/TwCRBsHQdAI/AAAAAAAADRQ/PxmrdgP-cpw/s320/DSCN0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692709387203802114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; saw Helen away for 6 weeks singing with Village Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TacX9OiaFp8/TwCRp_CRhKI/AAAAAAAADRc/vsMCT9FCnPQ/s1600/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TacX9OiaFp8/TwCRp_CRhKI/AAAAAAAADRc/vsMCT9FCnPQ/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692710079477941410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;August &lt;/span&gt;brought us to England --the British Museum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuYWHV1Mdbw/TwCTInlpD1I/AAAAAAAADSA/Jbl6Cv7oJ0w/s1600/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuYWHV1Mdbw/TwCTInlpD1I/AAAAAAAADSA/Jbl6Cv7oJ0w/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692711705271406418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oxford,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8udpg4vg3XE/TwCSajbbltI/AAAAAAAADRo/ewGrARCpZz0/s1600/DSCN0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8udpg4vg3XE/TwCSajbbltI/AAAAAAAADRo/ewGrARCpZz0/s320/DSCN0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692710913880856274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a week on a canal boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFzqsvDa9nA/TwCSqw4PrZI/AAAAAAAADR0/80HWAbp5TvY/s1600/DSCN0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFzqsvDa9nA/TwCSqw4PrZI/AAAAAAAADR0/80HWAbp5TvY/s320/DSCN0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692711192369278354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;August &lt;/span&gt;also brought blueberries,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfaQVZIocIA/TwCT_sfmKuI/AAAAAAAADSY/hG23nnfS9wE/s1600/IMG_0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfaQVZIocIA/TwCT_sfmKuI/AAAAAAAADSY/hG23nnfS9wE/s320/IMG_0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692712651481033442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a final lake house visit with cousins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyOLrV2GDwk/TwCUSuEhawI/AAAAAAAADSk/qCyusOmF09Y/s1600/IMG_0820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyOLrV2GDwk/TwCUSuEhawI/AAAAAAAADSk/qCyusOmF09Y/s320/IMG_0820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692712978321861378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Hurricane Irene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKgGkF5k3T0/TwCTiCY-sZI/AAAAAAAADSM/F9P8UPdwLR0/s1600/IMAG0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKgGkF5k3T0/TwCTiCY-sZI/AAAAAAAADSM/F9P8UPdwLR0/s320/IMAG0600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692712141962785170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;September &lt;/span&gt;brought 7th grade, 10th grade, fall crew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llUCMqrhmi8/TwCU91tJ42I/AAAAAAAADSw/b_XBnaYAFe4/s1600/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-llUCMqrhmi8/TwCU91tJ42I/AAAAAAAADSw/b_XBnaYAFe4/s320/IMG_0986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692713719105708898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a final trip to the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYKTQrd0RWo/TwCVgRKEROI/AAAAAAAADTI/P4F3zCAPXRg/s1600/IMG_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYKTQrd0RWo/TwCVgRKEROI/AAAAAAAADTI/P4F3zCAPXRg/s320/IMG_0952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692714310590285026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; brought picnics on village greens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2LyBXTmt0as/TwCV1JwxrjI/AAAAAAAADTU/HZEpHofQ3g0/s1600/IMG_1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2LyBXTmt0as/TwCV1JwxrjI/AAAAAAAADTU/HZEpHofQ3g0/s320/IMG_1026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692714669382413874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some knitting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GhTq-B99jUg/TwCWRQRpqzI/AAAAAAAADTg/i7RrcjjvMxc/s1600/IMG_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GhTq-B99jUg/TwCWRQRpqzI/AAAAAAAADTg/i7RrcjjvMxc/s320/IMG_1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692715152167250738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and an odd Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnzH1qZa1w4/TwCWk1ewzTI/AAAAAAAADTs/MKGUyWtXmy8/s1600/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnzH1qZa1w4/TwCWk1ewzTI/AAAAAAAADTs/MKGUyWtXmy8/s320/IMG_1070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692715488571870514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; brought a big food drive and Martinmas party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWFDhebdjsc/TwCXeL4P2UI/AAAAAAAADUE/R_4WzQH7FF0/s1600/2011-11-11_15-04-29_826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWFDhebdjsc/TwCXeL4P2UI/AAAAAAAADUE/R_4WzQH7FF0/s320/2011-11-11_15-04-29_826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692716473836886338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a snowy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DalYohhgcao/TwCW7meEPeI/AAAAAAAADT4/F6IG_1mUQ54/s1600/IMG_1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DalYohhgcao/TwCW7meEPeI/AAAAAAAADT4/F6IG_1mUQ54/s320/IMG_1198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692715879679409634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; brought Revels,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2mHbI_rDPg/TwCYHds94iI/AAAAAAAADUQ/7KxkaUQmTkc/s1600/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2mHbI_rDPg/TwCYHds94iI/AAAAAAAADUQ/7KxkaUQmTkc/s320/thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692717182996046370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a Green Mountain Youth Symphony concert,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrEE7lkHnCs/TwCYYpIL5xI/AAAAAAAADUc/17Dxc-2vNmY/s1600/IMG_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrEE7lkHnCs/TwCYYpIL5xI/AAAAAAAADUc/17Dxc-2vNmY/s320/IMG_1329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692717478120777490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBqMwjrTBgA/TwCYrmMsWtI/AAAAAAAADUo/RncPf63oldg/s1600/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yBqMwjrTBgA/TwCYrmMsWtI/AAAAAAAADUo/RncPf63oldg/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692717803751889618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lots of gift-making,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6cRU53t4o0/TwCZSPYkPWI/AAAAAAAADVA/OPE6kZPuP1o/s1600/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6cRU53t4o0/TwCZSPYkPWI/AAAAAAAADVA/OPE6kZPuP1o/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692718467642572130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and many family visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oetzm9h0GKM/TwCZkQeFjJI/AAAAAAAADVM/rd_WZLdX5L0/s1600/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oetzm9h0GKM/TwCZkQeFjJI/AAAAAAAADVM/rd_WZLdX5L0/s320/IMG_1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692718777171807378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What a Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-664867496315137493?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/664867496315137493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-in-review.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/664867496315137493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/664867496315137493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-in-review.html' title='The Year in Review'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Px76VTQ4gbk/TwCJZ8zTe5I/AAAAAAAADNs/hT4W1hVai0U/s72-c/IMG_0409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5707931227781208426</id><published>2012-01-01T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:24:51.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handmade Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Handmade Christmas</title><content type='html'>I have two final handmade gifts to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and I made these woven reindeer for my Mother. Years ago a basket maker showed me how to make these and I finally managed to have the materials, &lt;a href="http://www.ourveggiegarden.com/CraftsReindeerOrnament.html"&gt;the instructions,&lt;/a&gt; and the IDEA all at the same time.  They are actually quite quick to make. I used materials from a basketmaking kit I had. The splint was a bit wider than the measurements that came with the instructions, so I split it in half and we made two reindeer. I imagine these could be easily made with paper, card stock, or even stiffened fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z45AZ3IYk-k/TwCHwg533GI/AAAAAAAADNg/d44kWwn9g_s/s1600/IMG_1451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z45AZ3IYk-k/TwCHwg533GI/AAAAAAAADNg/d44kWwn9g_s/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692699196532448354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz made Helen this jewelry organizer. She got drawer pulls and a piece of molding from the hardware store, polyurethaned the molding, and put in the drawer pulls. Here it is hanging on Helen's bulletin board already full of necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7SlXsUQ9ifg/TwCHrwODHCI/AAAAAAAADNU/kwxk_QxitJE/s1600/IMG_1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7SlXsUQ9ifg/TwCHrwODHCI/AAAAAAAADNU/kwxk_QxitJE/s320/IMG_1460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692699114744257570" 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/6569172028748385982-5707931227781208426?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5707931227781208426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2012/01/handmade-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5707931227781208426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5707931227781208426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2012/01/handmade-christmas.html' title='Handmade Christmas'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z45AZ3IYk-k/TwCHwg533GI/AAAAAAAADNg/d44kWwn9g_s/s72-c/IMG_1451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-945934679686500479</id><published>2011-12-29T08:54:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:43:30.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handmade Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve and the Handmade Gifts</title><content type='html'>Christmas Eve featured appetizers such as this cheeseboard of Vermont cheeses and a final feast of lobster casserole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DC2MCYnfWzk/Tvx3levMaiI/AAAAAAAADM8/hbRmBl_575k/s1600/IMG_1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DC2MCYnfWzk/Tvx3levMaiI/AAAAAAAADM8/hbRmBl_575k/s400/IMG_1396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691555514879339042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We read from my Christmas journal. Every year I keep a journal beginning on the first Sunday of Advent and ending on Twelfth Night. The girls always request a reading. This year I read from 2002 (the first year I began keeping it) and from last year. It is fun to remember back to all the things we made and did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3pkT6H9L3M/Tvx5abmt-LI/AAAAAAAADNI/69jT28VRvhI/s1600/IMG_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G3pkT6H9L3M/Tvx5abmt-LI/AAAAAAAADNI/69jT28VRvhI/s400/IMG_1463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691557524083177650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We listened to music, played Victorian parlor games such as charades where we acted out various Christmas songs, and looked at some of our favorite Christmas books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we opened our handmade gifts. I love how excited we all get about this tradition. The focus is definitely on giving and every year the girls sigh and say they would be content if this was all we did.  Here's what we all made~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen made me this set of napkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WuFltDjnChY/Tvx09J_w7wI/AAAAAAAADMw/OPpQUVHlnt8/s1600/IMG_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WuFltDjnChY/Tvx09J_w7wI/AAAAAAAADMw/OPpQUVHlnt8/s400/IMG_1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691552623093673730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liz needlefelted me this beautiful picture which I need to get framed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN136qiq_A4/Tvxzw8ojBeI/AAAAAAAADMY/QsRc3LeRn-s/s1600/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZN136qiq_A4/Tvxzw8ojBeI/AAAAAAAADMY/QsRc3LeRn-s/s400/IMG_1437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691551313836574178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made Liz this owl and a matching buckwheat/lavender pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3T9lHsTDSA/TvxzqzZGZgI/AAAAAAAADMM/svvQn1xoWcw/s1600/IMG_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3T9lHsTDSA/TvxzqzZGZgI/AAAAAAAADMM/svvQn1xoWcw/s400/IMG_1440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691551208276649474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nelson made the girls fingerless gloves from thrifted sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pg7eU3syvq4/TvxzkvqxvfI/AAAAAAAADMA/W1IijsmfEAg/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pg7eU3syvq4/TvxzkvqxvfI/AAAAAAAADMA/W1IijsmfEAg/s400/IMG_1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691551104197836274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He made me this bag dryer to go on the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting a good way to dry bags for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNQVKAdr4Zk/TvxzeQ2x7mI/AAAAAAAADL0/6NYz3Am2VsM/s1600/IMG_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNQVKAdr4Zk/TvxzeQ2x7mI/AAAAAAAADL0/6NYz3Am2VsM/s400/IMG_1432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691550992847466082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made Nelson this work apron.&lt;br /&gt;Here he is opening Helen's gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtKkhDaWzNc/TvxzJA4GvTI/AAAAAAAADLo/z3Im_stA5as/s1600/IMG_1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtKkhDaWzNc/TvxzJA4GvTI/AAAAAAAADLo/z3Im_stA5as/s400/IMG_1400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691550627780803890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helen made a set of 6 coasters using maps from each place we've been on summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUAF6gzqs-Q/Tvx0a3qm2uI/AAAAAAAADMk/iTpOnwveGac/s1600/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUAF6gzqs-Q/Tvx0a3qm2uI/AAAAAAAADMk/iTpOnwveGac/s400/IMG_1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691552034057542370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helen made Liz this music folder out of duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;Duct tape is a popular craft medium in our house these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aleHn0HSr_U/Tvxy_-dx5VI/AAAAAAAADLc/pulR23g2a-E/s1600/IMG_1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aleHn0HSr_U/Tvxy_-dx5VI/AAAAAAAADLc/pulR23g2a-E/s400/IMG_1439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691550472514692434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Liz with her duct tape folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjkTzVS7Bzc/Tvxy5wQzdPI/AAAAAAAADLQ/cHpsVi9DCOM/s1600/IMG_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjkTzVS7Bzc/Tvxy5wQzdPI/AAAAAAAADLQ/cHpsVi9DCOM/s400/IMG_1398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691550365622957298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knit this elephant and sewed these pajamas for Helen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkW8vfmjhBQ/TvxyzWuM8tI/AAAAAAAADLE/uiBpMRqlW5w/s1600/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkW8vfmjhBQ/TvxyzWuM8tI/AAAAAAAADLE/uiBpMRqlW5w/s400/IMG_1397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691550255687725778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the final gift I printed out 2 copies of my blog from 2009. I made them each a copy because I know when they are old and grey, they will each want it. Now I need to get 2010 and 2011 printed. I'm a bit behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad we started this tradition. To see more from over the years, click on the Handmade Christmas link on the sidebar of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-945934679686500479?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/945934679686500479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-and-handmade-gifts.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/945934679686500479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/945934679686500479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-and-handmade-gifts.html' title='Christmas Eve and the Handmade Gifts'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DC2MCYnfWzk/Tvx3levMaiI/AAAAAAAADM8/hbRmBl_575k/s72-c/IMG_1396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-3053027467159943259</id><published>2011-12-27T12:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:14:02.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Christmas Eve Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;We had a very busy Christmas Eve with final handmade Christmas crafting and wrapping as well as a lot going on in the kitchen. By the end of the day we had made:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lobster casserole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;asian springrolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spice cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;peanut butter cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;secret kiss butter balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and sugar cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the afternoon went on, the girls became increasingly hyper. We sent them outside and they reappeared with piles of greens to decorate the house and a stack of birchbark. I showed them &lt;a href="http://getting-stitched-on-the-farm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristin Nichols' birchbark houses&lt;/a&gt; and we all got inspired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I scrounged through the trash, fridge, and cupboards for butter boxes and other bits of card stock. We hot glued little houses from the boxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahW8uIefKRw/TvoGNN7VBSI/AAAAAAAADKI/_BxDfPvTBiw/s320/IMG_1385.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690867903282611490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we hot glued onto the houses layers of birchbark. We all went back out to get pinecones and other bits of materials for decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4e3qKcEBiDg/TvoGUW37pDI/AAAAAAAADKU/9bVJOtYvXhM/s1600/IMG_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4e3qKcEBiDg/TvoGUW37pDI/AAAAAAAADKU/9bVJOtYvXhM/s320/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690868025943368754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we completed the houses, we painted on watered-down craft glue and the sprinkled glitter everywhere. I can tell you that clean-up was not for the faint of heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uh3V7YMuKHo/TvoFdaM8rWI/AAAAAAAADJY/LYsJGFQRKXo/s1600/IMG_1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uh3V7YMuKHo/TvoFdaM8rWI/AAAAAAAADJY/LYsJGFQRKXo/s320/IMG_1413.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690867081944018274" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KErjlABYjsc/TvoJqnm1V4I/AAAAAAAADK4/X1-h5AvD_vI/s400/IMG_1409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690871706927060866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a perfect craft for us. We all loved designing the houses and using the natural materials. Elizabeth kept going and made two, complete with porches, fanlights, and other architectural details. It ate up the rest of the afternoon in a fun, family way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, they were absolutely gorgeous on the dining table at night. I actually went and sprinkled more glitter on them after the table was set because they just sparkled in the candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OqIfObL0GJ4/TvoF2DNuUHI/AAAAAAAADJ8/Lpbc-_HH-OU/s1600/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OqIfObL0GJ4/TvoF2DNuUHI/AAAAAAAADJ8/Lpbc-_HH-OU/s320/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690867505269985394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a wonderful way to end our Christmas Eve day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-3053027467159943259?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/3053027467159943259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-village.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/3053027467159943259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/3053027467159943259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-village.html' title='The Christmas Eve Village'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahW8uIefKRw/TvoGNN7VBSI/AAAAAAAADKI/_BxDfPvTBiw/s72-c/IMG_1385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-8621959363324541872</id><published>2011-12-26T16:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:18:55.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handmade Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting with Jane Austen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Light the Advent Candle Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The entire family came to see Helen perform in Revels on the fourth Sunday of Advent.&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun show with a great band playing Elizabethan instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8n7a5J6ufig/Tvji7LebzpI/AAAAAAAADIo/XVqMopl6J7k/s1600/revels_news_wide2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8n7a5J6ufig/Tvji7LebzpI/AAAAAAAADIo/XVqMopl6J7k/s320/revels_news_wide2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690547635503222418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of the week was spent helping Helen catch up with tests, homework, and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyX7ZhT1ffE/TvjidneXDcI/AAAAAAAADIc/973JwqeyYIQ/s1600/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyX7ZhT1ffE/TvjidneXDcI/AAAAAAAADIc/973JwqeyYIQ/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690547127623028162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was also lots of crafting. The sewing machine went nonstop for about 3 days. Helen moved it into her room and I heard it going into the wee hours. She not only got all her gifts made, but made a lot of cloth bags for wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dXcdvhwys0/TvjjeTZy9sI/AAAAAAAADI0/Qq76jKiBKyM/s1600/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dXcdvhwys0/TvjjeTZy9sI/AAAAAAAADI0/Qq76jKiBKyM/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690548238926673602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liz spent hours in her crafting tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgt_Y5NVftA/TvjjvZ9uA3I/AAAAAAAADJA/0q2vqyXgwiM/s1600/IMG_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgt_Y5NVftA/TvjjvZ9uA3I/AAAAAAAADJA/0q2vqyXgwiM/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690548532745732978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent hours and hours knitting and watching Jane Austen. This is a &lt;a href="http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/search/label/Knitting%20with%20Jane%20Austen"&gt;personal tradition of mine&lt;/a&gt;, and I now realize that it isn't Christmas without a Jane Austen marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sIQM_ZNX7Is/TvjkZ5LxwxI/AAAAAAAADJM/H-djdhn3aRc/s1600/IMG_3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sIQM_ZNX7Is/TvjkZ5LxwxI/AAAAAAAADJM/H-djdhn3aRc/s320/IMG_3844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690549262680703762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This crafting is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-8621959363324541872?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8621959363324541872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/light-advent-candle-four.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8621959363324541872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8621959363324541872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/light-advent-candle-four.html' title='Light the Advent Candle Four'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8n7a5J6ufig/Tvji7LebzpI/AAAAAAAADIo/XVqMopl6J7k/s72-c/revels_news_wide2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-2554614465571537280</id><published>2011-12-17T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:54:00.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A jar of moss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helen made this beautiful terrarium for her Biology class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ0jdcUUwzA/TuoYVcJT_cI/AAAAAAAADH4/tOqSfsuxx_k/s1600/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ0jdcUUwzA/TuoYVcJT_cI/AAAAAAAADH4/tOqSfsuxx_k/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686384236120243650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It included this little field guide for the "Naturally Curious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-drPxdZBInjs/TuoYweONNaI/AAAAAAAADIQ/9eQxml96yBo/s1600/IMG_1339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-drPxdZBInjs/TuoYweONNaI/AAAAAAAADIQ/9eQxml96yBo/s320/IMG_1339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686384700534109602" 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/6569172028748385982-2554614465571537280?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/2554614465571537280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/jar-of-moss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/2554614465571537280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/2554614465571537280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/jar-of-moss.html' title='A jar of moss'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ0jdcUUwzA/TuoYVcJT_cI/AAAAAAAADH4/tOqSfsuxx_k/s72-c/IMG_1338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-1106737614097121053</id><published>2011-12-16T10:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:47:02.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A box of letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A box of letters, each with special postmarks and stationery, carefully tied with a blue silk ribbon...a key...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hzYfk-isKw/TuoWt39r39I/AAAAAAAADG8/jzunRLeu4o4/s1600/IMG_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hzYfk-isKw/TuoWt39r39I/AAAAAAAADG8/jzunRLeu4o4/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686382456881274834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letters to Hamlet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCCaFdvPIt4/TuoWyorV4rI/AAAAAAAADHI/k46h7Uyoulo/s1600/IMG_1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCCaFdvPIt4/TuoWyorV4rI/AAAAAAAADHI/k46h7Uyoulo/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686382538677150386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and to Lady Ophelia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tclm-PNVjhc/TuoXrK4vnhI/AAAAAAAADHs/iQl5-Kr46OY/s1600/IMG_1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tclm-PNVjhc/TuoXrK4vnhI/AAAAAAAADHs/iQl5-Kr46OY/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686383509932842514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A CD with music, chosen just for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V782RNAysNM/TuoW8CjhOyI/AAAAAAAADHg/HyNsFdB_OZo/s1600/IMG_1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V782RNAysNM/TuoW8CjhOyI/AAAAAAAADHg/HyNsFdB_OZo/s320/IMG_1255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686382700242484002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the bottom, lying on top of a map of their various travels, was a notice of death--a stark end to their tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KiafCv3syxY/TuoW3KsybVI/AAAAAAAADHU/L3O48n8Me-4/s1600/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KiafCv3syxY/TuoW3KsybVI/AAAAAAAADHU/L3O48n8Me-4/s320/IMG_1258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686382616529497426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A wonderful project for English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-1106737614097121053?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/1106737614097121053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/box-of-letters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1106737614097121053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1106737614097121053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/box-of-letters.html' title='A box of letters'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hzYfk-isKw/TuoWt39r39I/AAAAAAAADG8/jzunRLeu4o4/s72-c/IMG_1253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-4294089049666499491</id><published>2011-12-15T10:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:39:48.569-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Revels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helen is in the Revels North production this year.&lt;br /&gt;It has an Elizabethan theme and the costumes and set just sparkle. It is amazing that they were able to pull it off considering the costumes were flooded by Irene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwWqtfD_lvY/TuoUSEAYHmI/AAAAAAAADGw/NUdTJ2r6zBk/s1600/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwWqtfD_lvY/TuoUSEAYHmI/AAAAAAAADGw/NUdTJ2r6zBk/s320/thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686379780054195810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a little video about the show~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K4Gu_7W-iqA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been rehearsing two nights a week for months. One night she has been a part of the teen chorus, the other night she has been rehearsing a morris dance.  It is going to be a wonderful show. For those of you who live nearby, tickets are still available &lt;a href="http://hop.dartmouth.edu/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. We have a huge crowd of family coming on Sunday. Should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-4294089049666499491?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4294089049666499491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/revels.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4294089049666499491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4294089049666499491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/revels.html' title='Revels'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwWqtfD_lvY/TuoUSEAYHmI/AAAAAAAADGw/NUdTJ2r6zBk/s72-c/thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-418086747706525150</id><published>2011-12-15T10:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:07:55.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handmade Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Light the Advent Candle Three</title><content type='html'>The third week of Advent brought serious work on handmade gifts. We each make a gift for each family member to be opened on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IAnbqNwbLQ/TuoRcZ2TcnI/AAAAAAAADGk/QE628HGPg9E/s1600/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IAnbqNwbLQ/TuoRcZ2TcnI/AAAAAAAADGk/QE628HGPg9E/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686376659181335154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But first Liz had her Green Mountain Youth Symphony concert. They sounded great.&lt;br /&gt;They got to go on tour to various schools which was a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;(especially since she got out of school for the day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OIo586XLi2s/TuoRVnchyEI/AAAAAAAADGY/f06UkYwQjnk/s1600/IMG_1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OIo586XLi2s/TuoRVnchyEI/AAAAAAAADGY/f06UkYwQjnk/s320/IMG_1332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686376542572234818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nels chose a sewing project for a gift this year. It has caused a lot of angst getting the machine to do what he wants it to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note, family, I blurred out the critical part of the photo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-annXKhkmnCU/TuoRO4h0qgI/AAAAAAAADGM/5sYqG5mLadM/s1600/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-annXKhkmnCU/TuoRO4h0qgI/AAAAAAAADGM/5sYqG5mLadM/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686376426898762242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz is taking no chances on anyone seeing what she is making. She created a gift-making fort in her room. It is lit by a tiny fake Christmas tree with lights. She has spent hours in there. I have NO IDEA what she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqlA-J703U/TuoRI6I7eZI/AAAAAAAADGA/upkDF3U50IY/s1600/IMG_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmqlA-J703U/TuoRI6I7eZI/AAAAAAAADGA/upkDF3U50IY/s320/IMG_1343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686376324252006802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took me awhile to come up with good ideas this year, but I now have a plan....and just need to execute it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-418086747706525150?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/418086747706525150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/third-light-of-advent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/418086747706525150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/418086747706525150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/third-light-of-advent.html' title='Light the Advent Candle Three'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IAnbqNwbLQ/TuoRcZ2TcnI/AAAAAAAADGk/QE628HGPg9E/s72-c/IMG_1342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-401304194753665454</id><published>2011-12-09T09:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:46:22.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>St. Nicholas</title><content type='html'>Helen agonized over which shoes to put out for St. Nicholas....combat boots? purple flats? Finally these plaid flats appeared in front of the fire.  They each received the traditional chocolate coins, a little felted treasure, and a chocolate orange. I have a box of gold stars from Ikea which I use every year to just add to the magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOFl_j3QRwA/TuIetsNpUAI/AAAAAAAADF0/4F5LOOMmgAY/s1600/IMG_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOFl_j3QRwA/TuIetsNpUAI/AAAAAAAADF0/4F5LOOMmgAY/s320/IMG_1321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684139450006327298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A simple, but much treasured tradition. At least this year I remembered  to get the chocolate coins in time. Last year we were a day late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-401304194753665454?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/401304194753665454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/st-nicholas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/401304194753665454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/401304194753665454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/st-nicholas.html' title='St. Nicholas'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOFl_j3QRwA/TuIetsNpUAI/AAAAAAAADF0/4F5LOOMmgAY/s72-c/IMG_1321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-4208116546100151711</id><published>2011-12-09T09:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:41:17.476-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Light the Advent Candle Two</title><content type='html'>Our Advent Sunday afternoons are turning into simple family moments this  season. This Sunday, while Nels took the girls off for a bit of  Christmas craft supply shopping, I did a thorough clean and made some  thumb cookies--our current favorite Christmas cookie.  After everyone  got home, we pulled down the Christmas decorations and books from the  attic, built a fire, unwrapped the decorations one by one, and each  found our favorite books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bccSY_wrMIs/TuIb3oap-DI/AAAAAAAADE4/X7tgGR0ea_8/s1600/IMG_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bccSY_wrMIs/TuIb3oap-DI/AAAAAAAADE4/X7tgGR0ea_8/s320/IMG_1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684136322250962994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liz found her beloved elf hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4zOsfxvZZA/TuIbxkLBJlI/AAAAAAAADEs/jxqDm7uYj_Q/s1600/IMG_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4zOsfxvZZA/TuIbxkLBJlI/AAAAAAAADEs/jxqDm7uYj_Q/s320/IMG_1318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684136218032416338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quite a change from just 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQcWQ_TeVTQ/TuIb9a_VmBI/AAAAAAAADFE/euMTBowvefI/s1600/IMG_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQcWQ_TeVTQ/TuIb9a_VmBI/AAAAAAAADFE/euMTBowvefI/s320/IMG_1488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684136421725935634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I enjoyed looking through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take Joy &lt;/span&gt;by Tasha Tudor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1kMvbm4KAU/TuIcoOAzVZI/AAAAAAAADFQ/HDRxzadQARU/s1600/51CEyDGDmVL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X1kMvbm4KAU/TuIcoOAzVZI/AAAAAAAADFQ/HDRxzadQARU/s320/51CEyDGDmVL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684137156976792978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liz and Helen enjoyed looking through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letters from Father Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJEfBv0qoM8/TuIc8TmrRnI/AAAAAAAADFc/B3zfDCqxMeI/s1600/51EF4G1Q3HL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJEfBv0qoM8/TuIc8TmrRnI/AAAAAAAADFc/B3zfDCqxMeI/s320/51EF4G1Q3HL._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684137502075209330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also enjoyed looking through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Medieval Christmas &lt;/span&gt;which has some wonderful old traditions in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtKXKo5LE3g/TuIdhO4NqOI/AAAAAAAADFo/dntaOXSLTVo/s1600/AHL0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtKXKo5LE3g/TuIdhO4NqOI/AAAAAAAADFo/dntaOXSLTVo/s320/AHL0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684138136461748450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the thumb cookie recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream 1/2 lb butter and 1/2 c sugar. Add 2 egg yolks and 1 tsp vanilla. Add 2 c flour. Refrigerate 24 hours (although I only did for an hour), roll in balls, press down the center, fill with jam.&lt;br /&gt;375 for 10 minutes.  Pretty simple recipe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-4208116546100151711?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4208116546100151711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/light-advent-candle-two.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4208116546100151711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4208116546100151711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/light-advent-candle-two.html' title='Light the Advent Candle Two'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bccSY_wrMIs/TuIb3oap-DI/AAAAAAAADE4/X7tgGR0ea_8/s72-c/IMG_1317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-1991825346286797006</id><published>2011-12-07T06:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T06:46:00.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waldorf'/><title type='text'>Class Wish</title><content type='html'>Liz's class had just finished their "Wish, Wonder, and Surprise" creative writing block. Here is their final mural and haiku. These 7th graders are becoming beautiful artists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bf-iEWzDeCE/TtuIBKsaKkI/AAAAAAAADC0/rOwEya_qb6Y/s1600/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bf-iEWzDeCE/TtuIBKsaKkI/AAAAAAAADC0/rOwEya_qb6Y/s320/IMG_1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682284908489878082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Liz explains..."the river is washing away all our bad habits. The mountains represent our strengths. The planet and sun represent what we want to achieve."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-1991825346286797006?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/1991825346286797006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/class-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1991825346286797006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1991825346286797006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/class-wish.html' title='Class Wish'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bf-iEWzDeCE/TtuIBKsaKkI/AAAAAAAADC0/rOwEya_qb6Y/s72-c/IMG_1267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-7313233949666248492</id><published>2011-12-06T08:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:06:53.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waldorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Gnome Olympics</title><content type='html'>The Gnome House is one of the most popular events at the Winter Fair. It is a 5' high, domed space created from the top half of a tent and covered on the outside with pine boughs. You have to crawl through a narrow tunnel to get in which makes it a bit tricky for adults.  This year the theme was the Gnome Olympics. Children crawl in, explore, and get to choose a little gnome (about 2" high) to bring home. All the gnomes in the photos below are about 2".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wk6B2fVTLVc/TtuNzLSjpbI/AAAAAAAADEU/6uHwGsMNidg/s1600/IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wk6B2fVTLVc/TtuNzLSjpbI/AAAAAAAADEU/6uHwGsMNidg/s320/IMG_1303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682291265201481138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slalom Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCnpTlLBitI/TtuL2SrNfQI/AAAAAAAADDw/YtvDAwqozNc/s1600/IMG_1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCnpTlLBitI/TtuL2SrNfQI/AAAAAAAADDw/YtvDAwqozNc/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682289119700286722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a working luge run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_3qXVRxmPc/TtuLvxaQUKI/AAAAAAAADDk/jo1nKpoZ3Bk/s1600/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_3qXVRxmPc/TtuLvxaQUKI/AAAAAAAADDk/jo1nKpoZ3Bk/s320/IMG_1300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682289007691583650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My personal favorite--the line for the outhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gl3RcTaYRhg/TtuMcC-9dEI/AAAAAAAADD8/ht-3SzR-Vgo/s1600/IMG_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gl3RcTaYRhg/TtuMcC-9dEI/AAAAAAAADD8/ht-3SzR-Vgo/s320/IMG_1295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682289768323183682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey Rink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pInOFuiVREc/TtuLX-WtJUI/AAAAAAAADDA/acxCJ4viO8s/s1600/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pInOFuiVREc/TtuLX-WtJUI/AAAAAAAADDA/acxCJ4viO8s/s320/IMG_1292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682288598849496386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure Skating Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n201ExDdgxM/TtuLpUKkt0I/AAAAAAAADDY/8GoL4Z3HOXY/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n201ExDdgxM/TtuLpUKkt0I/AAAAAAAADDY/8GoL4Z3HOXY/s320/IMG_1301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682288896761968450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gnome Medal Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfPC06g-6NE/TtuLiso99eI/AAAAAAAADDM/ToDdllICoXA/s1600/IMG_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfPC06g-6NE/TtuLiso99eI/AAAAAAAADDM/ToDdllICoXA/s320/IMG_1302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682288783072818658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how many gnomes they had to make. I have to confess that I was happy to NOT be making gnomes. I made about a million gallons of chili for the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other popular spot--hard to photograph--the crystal cookie cave. Children go into a very dark cave filled with cookies and crystals. There is an "angel" playing a harp (who keeps an eye on behavior and replenishes cookies) and children get to choose a cookie and crystal. Helen was a good sport and filled in as the angel for awhile (not her favorite activity--and she's going to make me take down this photo pretty quickly! at least it's not on facebook)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQqYOTiX9x0/TtuO7UUDlDI/AAAAAAAADEg/OLIBI_2aMPU/s1600/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQqYOTiX9x0/TtuO7UUDlDI/AAAAAAAADEg/OLIBI_2aMPU/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682292504574268466" 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/6569172028748385982-7313233949666248492?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/7313233949666248492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/gnome-olympics.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/7313233949666248492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/7313233949666248492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/gnome-olympics.html' title='The Gnome Olympics'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wk6B2fVTLVc/TtuNzLSjpbI/AAAAAAAADEU/6uHwGsMNidg/s72-c/IMG_1303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-6205770588897989668</id><published>2011-12-05T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T06:32:01.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waldorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Light the Advent Candle One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VCWpFIG3_Q/TtuEq0YYMII/AAAAAAAADCE/yvmHqseH1tM/s1600/IMG_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VCWpFIG3_Q/TtuEq0YYMII/AAAAAAAADCE/yvmHqseH1tM/s320/IMG_1250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682281226008277122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first week of Advent was a week of crafting and preparation for the Waldorf School's Winter Fair.  Helen and I made a needle-felted Advent Spiral Calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hinz-w-eePQ/TtuF60yRgTI/AAAAAAAADCQ/BsyIPqj5WOM/s1600/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hinz-w-eePQ/TtuF60yRgTI/AAAAAAAADCQ/BsyIPqj5WOM/s320/IMG_1263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682282600506425650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knit this Tomten to sell with the accompanying book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kgTs7oRqQE/TtuGEN5nfyI/AAAAAAAADCc/ueVO8SP7gkA/s1600/IMG_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kgTs7oRqQE/TtuGEN5nfyI/AAAAAAAADCc/ueVO8SP7gkA/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682282761866936098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also finished this music stand and nature table to raffle as a fundraiser for Liz's upcoming class trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_iEJ4Zp-6dw/TtuHGQ2TW7I/AAAAAAAADCo/zkjzxNcaUkw/s1600/IMG_1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_iEJ4Zp-6dw/TtuHGQ2TW7I/AAAAAAAADCo/zkjzxNcaUkw/s320/IMG_1273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682283896529705906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a very busy crafting week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-6205770588897989668?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/6205770588897989668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/light-advent-candle-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6205770588897989668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6205770588897989668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/light-advent-candle-one.html' title='Light the Advent Candle One'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VCWpFIG3_Q/TtuEq0YYMII/AAAAAAAADCE/yvmHqseH1tM/s72-c/IMG_1250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-6493525119441497072</id><published>2011-12-01T06:08:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T09:31:46.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>A Snowy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving continues to be my favorite holiday. I love hanging out with my family wherever we decide to celebrate. This year it was at the family lake house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family really loves pie--everyone has a favorite and my feeling is that this is the one meal of the year where everyone should get what they want--no holding back.  So, here's Liz working on pie. There was pumpkin (2), chocolate, pecan tart, apple, apple cranberry, and blueberry! My current favorite is my Sister-in Law's bourbon pecan tart. Note to self...blueberry pie can be runny...and can drip out of a pie basket...all over everything else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UOYuzHoNF1s/TtuBINSKeYI/AAAAAAAADBs/6Rs5VJvNH9U/s1600/IMG_1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UOYuzHoNF1s/TtuBINSKeYI/AAAAAAAADBs/6Rs5VJvNH9U/s320/IMG_1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682277332862794114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We woke up on Thanksgiving morning to a beautiful blanket of snow. The snow, while beautiful, certainly caused a flurry of telephone calls about plowing, power, timing the turkey, and travel, but everyone got there. There was power. And the turkey cooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2u8AAAzLcOw/TtuBC2ckOnI/AAAAAAAADBg/jOEMhQNo5fE/s1600/IMG_1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2u8AAAzLcOw/TtuBC2ckOnI/AAAAAAAADBg/jOEMhQNo5fE/s320/IMG_1160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682277240833063538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent the day down on the lake.  There was a lot of fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lRpETFniGCA/TtuA7GwnuiI/AAAAAAAADBU/9hTssYuC4I8/s1600/IMG_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lRpETFniGCA/TtuA7GwnuiI/AAAAAAAADBU/9hTssYuC4I8/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682277107773192738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nels's sister called while we were hanging out on the water needing help with her gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tFLCF8a2eHc/TtuAGivcWqI/AAAAAAAADA8/T6BynqKhoCo/s1600/IMG_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tFLCF8a2eHc/TtuAGivcWqI/AAAAAAAADA8/T6BynqKhoCo/s320/IMG_1207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682276204751379106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids made a snow fort and of course there were snowballs tossed around.&lt;br /&gt;Helen thought this was a very strange combination of events...fishing...snowballs...gravy instructions....suntanning (as the Moms were doing)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nk7MsGaHSKI/TtuDfrfq52I/AAAAAAAADB4/Q6G2WqIj-e4/s1600/IMG_1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nk7MsGaHSKI/TtuDfrfq52I/AAAAAAAADB4/Q6G2WqIj-e4/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682279935132755810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This puzzle had to get done by dinner so we could use the table...the pressure was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8sMMSgneD-o/TtuAPo8bnSI/AAAAAAAADBI/qIRV30VeAec/s1600/IMG_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8sMMSgneD-o/TtuAPo8bnSI/AAAAAAAADBI/qIRV30VeAec/s320/IMG_1174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682276361035291938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gray November sky brought us a treat at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ravrMl5s1MY/TtuAAEofY7I/AAAAAAAADAw/3AkctBf5wqI/s1600/IMG_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ravrMl5s1MY/TtuAAEofY7I/AAAAAAAADAw/3AkctBf5wqI/s320/IMG_1209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682276093589939122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, to cap off our time together, we brought out the movie projector and watched the old family films....forwards and backwards as children were tossed into water and snow and flew back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfILJRLwWMo/TtdgW6Yvj4I/AAAAAAAAC-s/C-fAPL4d7nk/s1600/IMG_1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfILJRLwWMo/TtdgW6Yvj4I/AAAAAAAAC-s/C-fAPL4d7nk/s320/IMG_1248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681115401697595266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For me, that's what Thanksgiving is about--Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-6493525119441497072?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/6493525119441497072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/snowy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6493525119441497072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6493525119441497072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/12/snowy-thanksgiving.html' title='A Snowy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UOYuzHoNF1s/TtuBINSKeYI/AAAAAAAADBs/6Rs5VJvNH9U/s72-c/IMG_1159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-2865752367176928950</id><published>2011-11-14T16:03:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:24:21.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martinmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Martinmas for Older Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shrbfSEHcKk/TsGPeMjxdMI/AAAAAAAAC-g/4ghtmC7x7Yg/s1600/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martinmas is one of my favorite autumn events. For me it marks a turn toward the season of giving.  At our Waldorf School only the young children go for a &lt;a href="http://theparentingpassageway.com/2010/11/10/a-waldorf-view-of-martinmas/"&gt;Martinmas lantern walk&lt;/a&gt; and hear the story of St. Martin who tore his cloak in two for a beggar. For years I have felt that by middle-school, the older children are ready to re-engage with the festival in a meaningful way. But, how to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this year Martinmas began for Liz and her class about a week ago when they launched a food drive for a local nonprofit that is in dire straits because of  the increased demand for food and clothing in Vermont. They doubled  their goal for food and delivered it all on Friday afternon. I  slipped into their classroom and snapped this little photo. The room  was filled with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwBlP9QgJw0/TsGDfTTRujI/AAAAAAAAC9I/VQVqpG2m6YU/s1600/IMAG0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwBlP9QgJw0/TsGDfTTRujI/AAAAAAAAC9I/VQVqpG2m6YU/s320/IMAG0626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674961579243846194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We invited her class and all their families to our house for a party  that night. We knew that the kids were too old for a lantern walk, but weren't too old for lanterns and hanging out in the dark. So, we pulled out all our old lanterns (and after 15 years at a Waldorf School, we have A LOT--probably around 40-50). We have paper lanterns, tin lanterns, balloon lanterns, mason jar lanterns as well as about a dozen Ikea lanterns.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmMlJERZ-UY/TsGD8GAAdHI/AAAAAAAAC9s/4iRDOdmtbWc/s1600/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shrbfSEHcKk/TsGPeMjxdMI/AAAAAAAAC-g/4ghtmC7x7Yg/s1600/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shrbfSEHcKk/TsGPeMjxdMI/AAAAAAAAC-g/4ghtmC7x7Yg/s320/IMG_1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674974754393650370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We lined a path with lanterns that ran from our drive up to our fire pit and put battery-powered strings of lights in the treehouse.  There were lanterns hanging in trees and on stumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-YYa5uLUj8/TsGKPnnl4GI/AAAAAAAAC-U/Z9zTjug0e6s/s1600/IMG_3601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-YYa5uLUj8/TsGKPnnl4GI/AAAAAAAAC-U/Z9zTjug0e6s/s320/IMG_3601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674969006401249378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though the moon was just about full, it was spitting snow and so dark that we decided to make MORE lanterns. At first we decorated mason jars with tissue, but then decided to just put mason jars with tea lights out along the path. You can also see in this photo that I had just about every dish I owned out for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmMlJERZ-UY/TsGD8GAAdHI/AAAAAAAAC9s/4iRDOdmtbWc/s1600/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmMlJERZ-UY/TsGD8GAAdHI/AAAAAAAAC9s/4iRDOdmtbWc/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674962073889567858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nelson got a fire going and supervised hot cider, sausages, and s'mores up at the fire while I manned a massive potluck at the house.  Here are most of the kids crammed in the dining room for dinner. I think the total number was 37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0xrATcGrGQ/TsGD1o55b4I/AAAAAAAAC9g/w9M9AT3lscc/s1600/IMG_1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0xrATcGrGQ/TsGD1o55b4I/AAAAAAAAC9g/w9M9AT3lscc/s320/IMG_1140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674961963000098690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mudroom lived up to its name that night because with the spitting snow and kids running in and out, there was a lot of dirt, boots, coats, hats, and flashlights. In addition to just crazy fun in the dark, a teacher brought glow sticks and they had a big romping game of tag in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uza1Z_2FokI/TsGDo9moEhI/AAAAAAAAC9U/o8W51shDz8U/s1600/IMG_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uza1Z_2FokI/TsGDo9moEhI/AAAAAAAAC9U/o8W51shDz8U/s320/IMG_1139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674961745218114066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really was a perfect end to the day. The kids were surrounded by lanterns, the adults got to visit (which we never get to do), and we all felt the spirit of the coming season.  I really feel like we got Martinmas right for these older kids this year. And, from what I hear this week, they do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwBlP9QgJw0/TsGDfTTRujI/AAAAAAAAC9I/VQVqpG2m6YU/s1600/IMAG0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-2865752367176928950?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/2865752367176928950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/11/martinmas-for-older-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/2865752367176928950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/2865752367176928950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/11/martinmas-for-older-kids.html' title='Martinmas for Older Kids'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwBlP9QgJw0/TsGDfTTRujI/AAAAAAAAC9I/VQVqpG2m6YU/s72-c/IMAG0626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-4402941386857752439</id><published>2011-11-11T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:23:32.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>The History Mystery</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I took a group of teachers (and Helen) on a mystery tour high up into the hills of Vermont.  We walked through the bushes and found this house--really a tar-paper shack. We explored, questioned, compared old photos, and came to the conclusion that this house was more of a Tidewater Virginia house than a Vermont house.  Which led to more questions....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who lived here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0krxk0FhCOw/Ttdt1gpzKwI/AAAAAAAADAA/9vRdLoyNx9Q/s1600/IMG_1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0krxk0FhCOw/Ttdt1gpzKwI/AAAAAAAADAA/9vRdLoyNx9Q/s320/IMG_1094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681130221016918786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We looked at other evidence and found out that it had once belonged to Daisy Turner and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXE_GhwHL_U/Ttdtuwz1PCI/AAAAAAAAC_0/RU00U8ADhcQ/s1600/turner_daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXE_GhwHL_U/Ttdtuwz1PCI/AAAAAAAAC_0/RU00U8ADhcQ/s320/turner_daisy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681130105094880290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daisy Turner died at the age of 104 not too long ago. Her parents had both been slaves in Virginia. Her Father, born a slave, ran away from his plantation during the Civil War. Late in life, Daisy               became her family’s historian, relating tales of her grandfather’s               journey from Africa into slavery in Virginia, and her father’s               eventual escape to freedom and life on a Vermont hill farm.  &lt;a href="http://vermontfolklifecenter.org/multimedia/womenspeak/womenspeak_turner/"&gt;You can hear Daisy tell her stories here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.vermontfolklifecenter.org/childrens-books/daisy-doll/index.shtml"&gt;Vermont Folklife Center&lt;/a&gt; has published two of Daisy's stories as children's books. The first is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alec's Primer &lt;/span&gt;which is a story about her Father learning to read as a young boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMsOJFeKfbI/TtdwEUoz9oI/AAAAAAAADAM/NdL2QVfos4M/s1600/alec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMsOJFeKfbI/TtdwEUoz9oI/AAAAAAAADAM/NdL2QVfos4M/s320/alec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681132674512844418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second, a favorite of ours, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daisy and the Doll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rrfq3-5E6Vw/TtdwSVObx8I/AAAAAAAADAY/ApcEmn-_cA4/s1600/daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rrfq3-5E6Vw/TtdwSVObx8I/AAAAAAAADAY/ApcEmn-_cA4/s320/daisy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681132915188811714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a very special afternoon to be on this land so close to our past. We listened to Daisy tell her stories via an Ipad, met with a folklorist (our mystery guest) who interviewed Daisy, looked at family photos, and thought about this extraordinary family's journey from Africa to New Orleans to Virginia to Vermont. We were touching history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFV5m21YcYI/Ttdw0Kq1NRI/AAAAAAAADAk/HT9jt8skp7Q/s1600/IMG_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFV5m21YcYI/Ttdw0Kq1NRI/AAAAAAAADAk/HT9jt8skp7Q/s320/IMG_1106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681133496470680850" 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/6569172028748385982-4402941386857752439?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4402941386857752439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/11/history-mystery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4402941386857752439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4402941386857752439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/11/history-mystery.html' title='The History Mystery'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0krxk0FhCOw/Ttdt1gpzKwI/AAAAAAAADAA/9vRdLoyNx9Q/s72-c/IMG_1094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5134798423250436745</id><published>2011-11-01T06:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:24:45.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I recently created a book of last year's blog for the girls (using blurb). I splurged and had a copy made for each girl as I know how much they love to read them. While I was working on the book I reflected on why I blog and the fact that I haven't been blogging as much. I resolved to do a better job at recording our family's life as these entries are really family keepsakes.  So, in light of that, I bring you Halloween in an effort to catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Helen had a rehearsal  and Liz decided that she didn't want to trick or treat as she had a costume party with friends the weekend before. In light of this, the only thing I did to prepare for Halloween was to purchase a pumpkin and get a bag of candy in case we had some trick or treaters. It was a little strange to think there would be no Halloween as the girls had always said it was their favorite holiday. Here they are a few years ago dressed as "light and dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkQCR8VMIBc/TtdrplnGl_I/AAAAAAAAC_o/l46J4BsTdew/s1600/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkQCR8VMIBc/TtdrplnGl_I/AAAAAAAAC_o/l46J4BsTdew/s320/IMG_1220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681127817166100466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Halloween afternoon, the girls arrived home and suddenly realized they had to do something. They quickly carved the pumpkins which they named Paul and Ringo. My first surprise of the day was that they did this leaving no trace behind....they totally cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1JfstzFQIs8/Ttdp8g58GcI/AAAAAAAAC_c/NQSlXSzE8tU/s1600/IMG_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1JfstzFQIs8/Ttdp8g58GcI/AAAAAAAAC_c/NQSlXSzE8tU/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681125943297186242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They then created a festive Halloween dinner table, complete with kit kat bars tucked neatly into martini glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrHZw652-hs/Ttdp4JQbqWI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/aTKqLKPmqlQ/s1600/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrHZw652-hs/Ttdp4JQbqWI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/aTKqLKPmqlQ/s320/IMG_1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681125868229601634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that was Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjuALHXlefU/Ttdpy2DRr9I/AAAAAAAAC_E/KUtyIGVuAe4/s1600/IMG_1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjuALHXlefU/Ttdpy2DRr9I/AAAAAAAAC_E/KUtyIGVuAe4/s320/IMG_1073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681125777174802386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nelson and I were a bit bewildered at this sudden turn of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-5134798423250436745?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5134798423250436745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5134798423250436745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5134798423250436745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkQCR8VMIBc/TtdrplnGl_I/AAAAAAAAC_o/l46J4BsTdew/s72-c/IMG_1220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-3009659705837032475</id><published>2011-10-28T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:46:00.070-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Autumn Weekends: A final visit to the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nelson surprised me with a camping trip to Cape Ann for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zO08X4AjIS8/TqM7_suV2XI/AAAAAAAAC7E/BSLhTAv0xj4/s1600/IMG_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zO08X4AjIS8/TqM7_suV2XI/AAAAAAAAC7E/BSLhTAv0xj4/s320/IMG_0903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666438721685543282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls got to spend some time on their own shopping and exploring. They joined us for lunch,  very excited to have met and chatted with a very friendly painter. They realized that meeting locals adds a lot to exploring a place. So does eating local food...salt water taffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Jrok1Qpl6U/TqM6ITj8NNI/AAAAAAAAC64/XGQpuDkbtdw/s1600/IMG_0929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Jrok1Qpl6U/TqM6ITj8NNI/AAAAAAAAC64/XGQpuDkbtdw/s320/IMG_0929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666436670526600402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We toured a historic house, &lt;a href="http://www.historicnewengland.org/historic-properties/homes/Beauport/beauport"&gt;Beauport&lt;/a&gt;, and hung out on the lawn by the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7WVsl_EyXk/TqM6BIJ0jtI/AAAAAAAAC6s/rTyszUJIkSY/s1600/2011-09-03_15-29-20_914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7WVsl_EyXk/TqM6BIJ0jtI/AAAAAAAAC6s/rTyszUJIkSY/s320/2011-09-03_15-29-20_914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666436547205172946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We danced on the beach at dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHSUiyeXLNE/TqM55nWEhVI/AAAAAAAAC6g/Z18TRY8-mbw/s1600/IMG_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tHSUiyeXLNE/TqM55nWEhVI/AAAAAAAAC6g/Z18TRY8-mbw/s320/IMG_0952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666436418139096402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We watched a Schooner parade in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7u2KSPdyt0c/TqM5zS1ikmI/AAAAAAAAC6U/ASdZTbVsNbQ/s1600/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7u2KSPdyt0c/TqM5zS1ikmI/AAAAAAAAC6U/ASdZTbVsNbQ/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666436309554729570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After watching the boats, we spent the rest of Sunday exploring Rocky Neck Art Colony. Where every building looks like this~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQXlgQ3koyU/TqM83B7tIEI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/Xmk1-0zWMJ8/s1600/cutest-shop-gallery-imagine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQXlgQ3koyU/TqM83B7tIEI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/Xmk1-0zWMJ8/s320/cutest-shop-gallery-imagine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666439672271544386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great weekend with something for everyone--art, shopping, seafood, the beach, great campground, and boats. We'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-3009659705837032475?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/3009659705837032475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-weekends-final-visit-to-beach.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/3009659705837032475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/3009659705837032475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-weekends-final-visit-to-beach.html' title='Autumn Weekends: A final visit to the beach'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zO08X4AjIS8/TqM7_suV2XI/AAAAAAAAC7E/BSLhTAv0xj4/s72-c/IMG_0903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-7042081484873292767</id><published>2011-10-28T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:17:34.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Snowy October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zK75gjM0s4/TqqrRdiFP8I/AAAAAAAAC88/Cprn3LX4TUs/s1600/IMG_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zK75gjM0s4/TqqrRdiFP8I/AAAAAAAAC88/Cprn3LX4TUs/s320/IMG_1064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668531397472894914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My phlox, which had beautiful white blooms yesterday, now sport a different sort of white bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-7042081484873292767?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/7042081484873292767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/snowy-october.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/7042081484873292767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/7042081484873292767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/snowy-october.html' title='Snowy October'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zK75gjM0s4/TqqrRdiFP8I/AAAAAAAAC88/Cprn3LX4TUs/s72-c/IMG_1064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-6950247788153378875</id><published>2011-10-26T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T17:32:00.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Autumn Weekends: Racing on New Hampshire Rivers</title><content type='html'>Helen joined the Upper Valley Rowing Foundation junior crew team this fall. In the fall they do long-distance rowing. This was quite different from the sprint races in the spring. The head races were 3 miles long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMUaqWGVGJQ/TqM2rABV0FI/AAAAAAAAC58/8XczQcxdIDI/s1600/IMG_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMUaqWGVGJQ/TqM2rABV0FI/AAAAAAAAC58/8XczQcxdIDI/s320/IMG_0996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666432868530114642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This day of racing in Concord was gorgeous. She's in the front (or back) depending on your perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJC1t06n_4A/TqM4BhAqhWI/AAAAAAAAC6I/tTSoxGdB_nc/s1600/IMG_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJC1t06n_4A/TqM4BhAqhWI/AAAAAAAAC6I/tTSoxGdB_nc/s320/IMG_0988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666434354854397282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She absolutely loves to row. I confess I look forward to when she has her driver's license and can get herself to the 5:30 a.m. practices :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-6950247788153378875?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/6950247788153378875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-weekends-racing-on-new-hampshire.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6950247788153378875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6950247788153378875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-weekends-racing-on-new-hampshire.html' title='Autumn Weekends: Racing on New Hampshire Rivers'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMUaqWGVGJQ/TqM2rABV0FI/AAAAAAAAC58/8XczQcxdIDI/s72-c/IMG_0996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-8507506171321835078</id><published>2011-10-24T05:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T05:30:01.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Autumn Weekends: Handmade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This lovely book has brought renewed inspiration into our house lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QBDvqV5xmJo/TqRAlYNtwyI/AAAAAAAAC70/kRTqypduGF0/s1600/weekend_handmade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QBDvqV5xmJo/TqRAlYNtwyI/AAAAAAAAC70/kRTqypduGF0/s320/weekend_handmade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666725242038240034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't say that we've actually made anything from the book, but it has been a long time since the girls have sat down to craft together. This project involved leather scraps, buttons, ribbons, and who knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMfZ9GN_Td0/TqQ-83_xrOI/AAAAAAAAC7c/mR8YvHOSwZc/s1600/IMG_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMfZ9GN_Td0/TqQ-83_xrOI/AAAAAAAAC7c/mR8YvHOSwZc/s320/IMG_1042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666723446683446498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been crafty too. Here's a camera strap I made to jazz up my camera. I love using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0te0IWlEoo/TqQ_7K3xHfI/AAAAAAAAC7o/zger0HR1OJs/s1600/camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0te0IWlEoo/TqQ_7K3xHfI/AAAAAAAAC7o/zger0HR1OJs/s320/camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666724516902018546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hats have made it off the needles. This on is the beehive hat by Linda Romens. The pattern is available on Ravelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I--zsrN9f3Y/TqRDFGCtUgI/AAAAAAAAC8A/UgfGir4pTOI/s1600/IMG_1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I--zsrN9f3Y/TqRDFGCtUgI/AAAAAAAAC8A/UgfGir4pTOI/s320/IMG_1051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666727985939304962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This hat, Helen's favorite, is the &lt;a href="http://halcyonyarn.com/products/Patterns/2210000P.html"&gt;Alpine Topper&lt;/a&gt; available at Halcyon Yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GwgIuFV00Vk/TqRDWV95-3I/AAAAAAAAC8M/j3W7lLe8Po8/s1600/IMG_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GwgIuFV00Vk/TqRDWV95-3I/AAAAAAAAC8M/j3W7lLe8Po8/s320/IMG_1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666728282271906674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My winter project is a crochet afghan. I'm smitten with crochet right now. I first saw this one-a-day blanket at &lt;a href="http://littlecottonrabbits.typepad.co.uk/my_weblog/2011/09/summers-end.html"&gt;Little Cotton Rabbits&lt;/a&gt;. I am teaching myself and making lots of mistakes since Simmy first started me on crochet while we were in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvMlgvVWyto/TqRDgznLyII/AAAAAAAAC8k/UcZ7jTHmyaA/s1600/IMG_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvMlgvVWyto/TqRDgznLyII/AAAAAAAAC8k/UcZ7jTHmyaA/s320/IMG_1059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666728462028359810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMfZ9GN_Td0/TqQ-83_xrOI/AAAAAAAAC7c/mR8YvHOSwZc/s1600/IMG_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even Nelson has been puttering about with weekend crafting. He's been building racks for the canoe and kayaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhPNR7sgoRE/TqRDb29Fy8I/AAAAAAAAC8Y/afgmHw1WmJ4/s1600/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhPNR7sgoRE/TqRDb29Fy8I/AAAAAAAAC8Y/afgmHw1WmJ4/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666728377026202562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all starting to get inspired for Handmade Christmas. I've been hunting about online for ideas and came across this necklace at Martha Stewart made from pantyhose and bouncy balls. I think NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4byvnKyQbQ/TqRFlnEQ_XI/AAAAAAAAC8w/ItEggcWzfxM/s1600/6005_091610_bigballnecklace_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4byvnKyQbQ/TqRFlnEQ_XI/AAAAAAAAC8w/ItEggcWzfxM/s320/6005_091610_bigballnecklace_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666730743583276402" 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/6569172028748385982-8507506171321835078?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8507506171321835078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-weekends-handmade.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8507506171321835078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8507506171321835078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-weekends-handmade.html' title='Autumn Weekends: Handmade'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QBDvqV5xmJo/TqRAlYNtwyI/AAAAAAAAC70/kRTqypduGF0/s72-c/weekend_handmade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-762974632948885509</id><published>2011-10-22T17:00:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T17:32:24.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Autumn Weekends: A New Hampshire Ramble</title><content type='html'>One of our favorite weekend activities is to wander about New England, exploring small towns and villages.  We stumbled upon the New Hampshire &lt;a href="http://www.woolartstournh.com/"&gt;Wool Arts Tour &lt;/a&gt;a few years ago and decided to do it again this year. We call these sorts of days "rambles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found this sign after driving down a very long and winding dirt road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-onfyLjcrn_k/TqMxd5TjzDI/AAAAAAAAC40/oWGbnAsOX2c/s1600/IMG_1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-onfyLjcrn_k/TqMxd5TjzDI/AAAAAAAAC40/oWGbnAsOX2c/s320/IMG_1037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666427145831042098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There we met Hope Thomas at her farm.  Helen and I peaked into her weaving studio where there was a lifetime of knowledge and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7XgC-jFTpWQ/TqMyLCy4X_I/AAAAAAAAC5A/0laoBigN5J4/s1600/WVFHopeThomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7XgC-jFTpWQ/TqMyLCy4X_I/AAAAAAAAC5A/0laoBigN5J4/s320/WVFHopeThomas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666427921472446450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At another farm we met this cute alpaca and a crowd of men supporting all the fiber artists by hosting a big lamb barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pcu-hdcJX5I/TqMwsSwtXTI/AAAAAAAAC34/Ou1fODkT_2s/s1600/IMG_1011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pcu-hdcJX5I/TqMwsSwtXTI/AAAAAAAAC34/Ou1fODkT_2s/s320/IMG_1011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666426293670731058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped for lunch at a tiny farmer's market in Washington, NH. What a beautiful little town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsaQNJMGaAg/TqMw0OCsYNI/AAAAAAAAC4E/Qw-JbQSeLVw/s1600/IMG_1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VsaQNJMGaAg/TqMw0OCsYNI/AAAAAAAAC4E/Qw-JbQSeLVw/s320/IMG_1025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666426429842940114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We picked up some applesauce and huge cookies to go with our cider, bread, and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LocWTeiOBf4/TqMw6jC6RUI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/f9UXFe_pWlE/s1600/IMG_1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LocWTeiOBf4/TqMw6jC6RUI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/f9UXFe_pWlE/s320/IMG_1027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666426538560210242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our favorite stop was the Wool Room where we had a wonderful time chatting with the owner. The girls picked up some beautiful yarn which they began to knit on pencils. I knew I should have packed knitting needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7U29K9JURzA/TqMxRYy4ODI/AAAAAAAAC4o/f82DbsoHfIg/s1600/IMG_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7U29K9JURzA/TqMxRYy4ODI/AAAAAAAAC4o/f82DbsoHfIg/s320/IMG_1039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666426930945603634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also like to stray off the path sometimes. We came across this sign for glass blowing and had to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQutvBP0FR4/TqM0X__Y6fI/AAAAAAAAC5M/d0_7cmU9Qqo/s1600/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQutvBP0FR4/TqM0X__Y6fI/AAAAAAAAC5M/d0_7cmU9Qqo/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666430343081159154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found this little house in the woods, peeked in the door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhhtzQkvxCI/TqM0mGAe1NI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/gSaPeV4x_jY/s1600/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhhtzQkvxCI/TqM0mGAe1NI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/gSaPeV4x_jY/s320/IMG_1031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666430585214522578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and found Alex Kalish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pweDYhfaInY/TqM0687GVPI/AAAAAAAAC5k/QHnCnyuSFK0/s1600/IMG_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pweDYhfaInY/TqM0687GVPI/AAAAAAAAC5k/QHnCnyuSFK0/s320/IMG_1033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666430943553279218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His glass was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ckbtIMNNQA/TqM1cJiPi_I/AAAAAAAAC5w/x9UkndiJqms/s1600/NCGgrp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ckbtIMNNQA/TqM1cJiPi_I/AAAAAAAAC5w/x9UkndiJqms/s320/NCGgrp4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666431513874369522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great ramble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-762974632948885509?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/762974632948885509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-weekends-new-hampshire-ramble.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/762974632948885509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/762974632948885509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-weekends-new-hampshire-ramble.html' title='Autumn Weekends: A New Hampshire Ramble'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-onfyLjcrn_k/TqMxd5TjzDI/AAAAAAAAC40/oWGbnAsOX2c/s72-c/IMG_1037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-4498753116581698401</id><published>2011-09-15T06:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T06:13:01.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waldorf'/><title type='text'>From Waldorf School to Public High School</title><content type='html'>Helen has begun her Sophomore year at our local public school. Three weeks into the semester, she is starting to find a routine to her days and weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsWNXmUQwz4/TnC2vGmoNgI/AAAAAAAAC3g/QzrqByxLn2g/s1600/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsWNXmUQwz4/TnC2vGmoNgI/AAAAAAAAC3g/QzrqByxLn2g/s320/IMG_0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652218452692710914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many, many people have asked and continue to ask how Helen's transition from Waldorf school to public high school has gone.  I'm not sure how Helen would answer, but I would say "quite smoothly."  We struggled throughout her 7th and 8th grade years with which high school would be best for her. With no Waldorf high schools in the immediate area, our choices were the public schools or a small, private academy about 30 minutes away where many Waldorf students attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Helen (with our complete support), chose the public school. She was attracted to the wide variety of English classes and the massive art department. We were attracted to the fact that the school was in the Dartmouth community which would give her access to all sorts of opportunities.  This has indeed been the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After just a few weeks of being unsure of where she stood academically with her classmates, Helen settled right in academically and maintained A's throughout the year. She joined crew and made some friends. For her, sports made all the difference in finding friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYEZ-Lcg2qk/TnC4b_zzr2I/AAAAAAAAC3o/-ATPVYljBt4/s1600/Iron%252BBridge%252B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYEZ-Lcg2qk/TnC4b_zzr2I/AAAAAAAAC3o/-ATPVYljBt4/s320/Iron%252BBridge%252B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652220323474681698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helen would say that the classes and homework are more interesting than what she experienced in 8th grade. She appreciates the challenge. She misses the creative work and interconnection of content between classes. She misses the festivals and seasonal spirit of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year she's taking Algebra II, Biology, Chorus, Health, French III, American History, and Shakespeare. It's a challenging load, but she is up for it.  My challenge? To learn to LET GO. She constantly proves to me that she doesn't need reminders about homework or looking over her shoulder. Let go. let go. let go. We'll both be better for it....soon I'll have no choice...she's driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3dEIzmH4e4/TnC5Xa5Qo6I/AAAAAAAAC3w/K91G4jP8Xr4/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3dEIzmH4e4/TnC5Xa5Qo6I/AAAAAAAAC3w/K91G4jP8Xr4/s320/Picture%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652221344357589922" 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/6569172028748385982-4498753116581698401?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4498753116581698401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-waldorf-school-to-public-high.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4498753116581698401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4498753116581698401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-waldorf-school-to-public-high.html' title='From Waldorf School to Public High School'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsWNXmUQwz4/TnC2vGmoNgI/AAAAAAAAC3g/QzrqByxLn2g/s72-c/IMG_0969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5718091955025238880</id><published>2011-09-14T08:40:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T09:20:14.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waldorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='main lesson'/><title type='text'>New Perspectives in 7th Grade</title><content type='html'>Liz began 7th grade last week. I can't believe it. She is all dressed up because they begin the day with a formal ceremony where the 7th graders are paired with entering 1st graders. Liz's class will mentor the first graders all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8sNamLEbaPs/TnCms7Qt2LI/AAAAAAAAC24/nLdmdtCqWSw/s1600/IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8sNamLEbaPs/TnCms7Qt2LI/AAAAAAAAC24/nLdmdtCqWSw/s320/IMG_0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652200823102232754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7th-grade curriculum is a favorite of mine. This year the teacher has begun with two weeks of perspective drawing. Partly a review of geometry and partly an introduction to the Renaissance, these two weeks are also a time of getting comfortable in 7th grade and with their new roles as leaders of the school. This focus on perspective will be an ongoing theme in school and our family this year--since school has begun, we all have been challenged to look at our family life from each others perspective (more on that later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgBm82sssro/TnCnr_wahgI/AAAAAAAAC3I/ejGmbBPHL6A/s1600/IMG_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgBm82sssro/TnCnr_wahgI/AAAAAAAAC3I/ejGmbBPHL6A/s320/IMG_0980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652201906640684546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A snapshot from her main lesson book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how her teacher describes what they will be covering this year~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renaissance History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This block will develop a picture of the Renaissance world, as it evolved out of the Middle Ages,&lt;br /&gt;focusing on the areas of art, religion, government and science. We will pay special attention to the discoveries and works of the great artists and and astronomers of this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An introduction to the principles of algebra, including variables and coeﬃcients, positive and negative numbers, order of operations, exponents, expressions and equations. We will continue to work with algebra in math classes throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creative Writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will study creative writing and poetry using many diﬀerent sources as inspiration. We will put to practice our knowledge of grammar, punctuation, vocabulary, and begin to examine aspects of style and usage in our writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cKqCZlxuHso/TnCnbRLzyAI/AAAAAAAAC3A/jbchxmvFN64/s1600/IMG_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cKqCZlxuHso/TnCnbRLzyAI/AAAAAAAAC3A/jbchxmvFN64/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652201619261212674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First attempt at perspective drawing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geometry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our study of geometry we will review the geometric principles introduced in sixth grade, moving on to the introduction of new principles, including more complex work with the properties of angles and triangles, the Pythagorean theorem, construction of the pentagon, and an understanding of pi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This introduction to chemistry will be an exploration of the material quality of the world and&lt;br /&gt;will include the study of salts and crystals, acids and bases, combustion and the quality of gases&lt;br /&gt;and the lime process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reformation and the Age of Exploration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This block will focus on the shift in thinking and belief in Europe that resulted in the&lt;br /&gt;Reformation and the rise of Protestantism. We will also examine the lives and travels of the great&lt;br /&gt;explorers, becoming more familiar with the geography of the world, with a special focus on the&lt;br /&gt;continent of South America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BvCiiG__m4w/TnCoYj1_IHI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/g5mi-lvNRMc/s1600/IMG_0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BvCiiG__m4w/TnCoYj1_IHI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/g5mi-lvNRMc/s320/IMG_0978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652202672241975410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another drawing from the first week of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building upon the work of sixth grade physics, this block will continue with the study of sound,&lt;br /&gt;light, heat, magnetism and electricity and will introduce the study of mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Human Physiology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This block will include the study of the main organ systems of the body, including the digestive&lt;br /&gt;system, the respiratory system, the circulatory system and the reproductive system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seventh grade students have an adventurous time discovering new artistic perceptions in a&lt;br /&gt;multitude of artistic problems related to the main lesson studies of the Renaissance. This artistic&lt;br /&gt;investigation of the Renaissance correlates well to the intellectual awaking of this particular&lt;br /&gt;age of the students.  These lessons will challenge their abilities to understand perspective and&lt;br /&gt;mechanical drawing, chiarascuro, and human proportion. In this year, we will draw the human&lt;br /&gt;form, as well as sculpt a hand and a foot in proportion. Each lesson will have signiﬁcant&lt;br /&gt;artistic reference broadening their artistic perception, as well as some freer lessons of self-&lt;br /&gt;expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woodworking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students will plan and construct their own version of a marionette out of various woods and other materials.   They will revisit the study of human anatomy in proportions of a puppet and learn the very old craft of puppet making.  There will be many fun tasks and challenges thoughout the process, which, if successful, will end with a performance for all to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orchestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repertoire in seventh grade will include music from the Renaissance and Baroque periods. In&lt;br /&gt;addition we will begin to look at music written after the turn of the century as we begin to look at&lt;br /&gt;where the music ﬁts into a basic historical time line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's German, French, Handwork, PE, and Chorus...... and homework. Another post topic, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wRcQeefPP7A/TnCo5B29nQI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/VqZLB9MLeB4/s1600/IMG_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wRcQeefPP7A/TnCo5B29nQI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/VqZLB9MLeB4/s320/IMG_0981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652203230054948098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In writing this up, I was struck once again by how integrated the curriculum is--human physiology, woodworking, art, and history all weave together as do history, music, handwork and art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-5718091955025238880?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5718091955025238880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-perspectives-in-7th-grade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5718091955025238880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5718091955025238880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-perspectives-in-7th-grade.html' title='New Perspectives in 7th Grade'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8sNamLEbaPs/TnCms7Qt2LI/AAAAAAAAC24/nLdmdtCqWSw/s72-c/IMG_0968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-6965716241383329158</id><published>2011-09-13T13:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:40:50.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Song Collecting</title><content type='html'>For the past two summers Helen has toured with Village Harmony. It's an organization that supports musicians and ethnomusicologists who wish to gather village songs from around the world.  I received an email from one of her summer conductors telling the story of his trip to Georgia.  In the video below, a family is teaching him a song called "Chaghma Chaqrilo Venakho." Then there's a bit of scenery from Georgia. Finally, there is this event. He writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Later on you'll see an unforgettable incident of "kidnapping" - or perhaps, toast-hijacking. We had been at a festival where we sang &amp;amp; there were some other local singers who wanted to meet us but there just wasn't time. However, they knew which road we had to take to get back to our village, so they set up a table in the middle of the road &amp;amp; waited for us. As you see, other cars have to stop, and by the time we left there were 3 or 4 cars stopped in either direction. It was pretty amazing, and a truly Georgian experience (don't try this in North America!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26926089?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/26926089"&gt;Merisi&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3354478"&gt;Kazio Sosnowski&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Helen's group singing a Georgian song last summer. Now it's easier to picture where the music came from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UvWb6u8emzE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-6965716241383329158?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/6965716241383329158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/song-collecting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6965716241383329158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6965716241383329158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/song-collecting.html' title='Song Collecting'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UvWb6u8emzE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-8876009196473880155</id><published>2011-09-07T13:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:52:16.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waldorf'/><title type='text'>The Healing Power of Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This chalkboard drawing greeted the students on the first day of school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbnpTdep_Y/TmervW0NGpI/AAAAAAAAC2g/XXltf6dgayk/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbnpTdep_Y/TmervW0NGpI/AAAAAAAAC2g/XXltf6dgayk/s320/Picture%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649673087626320530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every child drove past the wreck that was once the bridge to school. Every child knew that the playground was covered in mud. Many children knew more about the hardships of a natural disaster than they should at such a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's opening assembly featured a story.  This story, told to all the children, featured a conversation between the earth and the sun about the flood.  Mother Earth was so upset about all the problems, but Father Sun was heartened by all the goodness he had observed.  The story went on to feature little tales that all the adults had been reading in the paper for days such as this story about the horseback rider who forded a river to bring medicine to a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0CIaryZkkY/TmeuOBDSVAI/AAAAAAAAC2o/SmxNo4IKy8A/s1600/882211228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0CIaryZkkY/TmeuOBDSVAI/AAAAAAAAC2o/SmxNo4IKy8A/s400/882211228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649675813383197698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You could have heard a pin drop in the assembly.  100 or so students listened intently and nodded when they heard a familiar tale of benevolence.  You could almost see the tension in those children's shoulders just drop. It really was the perfect way to start school--acknowledge something bad had happened, but help the children see that good was coming out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written before about the &lt;a href="http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2009/08/power-of-story.html"&gt;power of story&lt;/a&gt;. While my girls are beyond the need for me to spin a healing tale, I think I will quietly place before them more stories from the flood--stories of courage, caring, and commitment to community. Stories can be healing at any age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dEeJS2Rkgw4/Tmeu7czMUmI/AAAAAAAAC2w/ONk6VDz_lSw/s1600/Spiral%252B-%252Bshell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dEeJS2Rkgw4/Tmeu7czMUmI/AAAAAAAAC2w/ONk6VDz_lSw/s400/Spiral%252B-%252Bshell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649676593926001250" 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/6569172028748385982-8876009196473880155?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8876009196473880155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/healing-power-of-stories.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8876009196473880155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8876009196473880155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/healing-power-of-stories.html' title='The Healing Power of Stories'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYbnpTdep_Y/TmervW0NGpI/AAAAAAAAC2g/XXltf6dgayk/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-9014386824616790735</id><published>2011-09-06T05:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T06:08:46.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.revelsnorth.org/"&gt;Revels&lt;/a&gt; is a big part of our family's life. Both girls have performed in the summer Revels and this year Helen got into the Winter Revels. It will be an incredible performance with an Elizabethan theme. Here's Queen Elizabeth's costume from a previous year's performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tH-vj3GSmgc/TmTSlqG4NyI/AAAAAAAAC2I/ZZ8O93nItEs/s1600/elizabeth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tH-vj3GSmgc/TmTSlqG4NyI/AAAAAAAAC2I/ZZ8O93nItEs/s320/elizabeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648871377029576482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Queen Elizabeth's costume, along with about 3,000 other costumes are now encased in mud.  This heavy, heavy costume fell in the flood and only little bits of sparkly jewels showed up through the muddy floor. Here is a video as the costumes were found. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/15Og7AwAkXI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Helen and I stopped by the costume shop to help last week. Because we didn't have power, we couldn't take costumes. Instead we took plastic tubs to wash in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never dealt with flood mud before and I can tell you it is like scraping wet clay, filled with sewage, chemicals, and who knows what. We washed the tubs 4 times and they still aren't clean. I think I am going to just go to Ikea and buy them new. Our lawn is now covered in a fine, white clay-like ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uF2zhIOkmIM/TmTPrl-ybcI/AAAAAAAAC14/FrKg5UXf3bQ/s1600/IMAG0618.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uF2zhIOkmIM/TmTPrl-ybcI/AAAAAAAAC14/FrKg5UXf3bQ/s320/IMAG0618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648868180466232770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we finished, we read in the paper dire warnings about working with flooded materials. We were wearing gloves, but still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another area needing major clean-up is the main shopping district for the region. Here it is flooded~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7rWOSkLZdI/TmTVASKs0jI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/3f1-fWOwLSo/s1600/20110829-flooding-jh-031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A7rWOSkLZdI/TmTVASKs0jI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/3f1-fWOwLSo/s320/20110829-flooding-jh-031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648874033482879538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a parking lot after the water receded.  The Walmart employees have to wear masks as they move carts.  We drive into town to get a few supplies and turned right around. The paper says to not open your car windows as the dust has who knows what in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6XRI55mkY0/TmTVj0i3SlI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/9LeFuw4ZQT4/s1600/August2011%252B556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6XRI55mkY0/TmTVj0i3SlI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/9LeFuw4ZQT4/s320/August2011%252B556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648874644006455890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This may seem trivial in light of it all, but Liz needs sneakers for school. There is no store with reasonably priced sneakers within about an hour and half (that I know of, anyway). Kohl's, JCPenney, TJMaxx, Payless, Pier 1, and just about EVERY store (but Walmart) is now closed for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NO complaining on my family's part. I have a bit of survivor guilt. It is a strange feeling to know that the only thing I have to deal with is driving further to buy shoes. Many families are still trapped in the hills and many no longer have homes or jobs. Nelson and I both feel the need to spend Labor Day doing some volunteering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-9014386824616790735?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/9014386824616790735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/cleaning-up.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/9014386824616790735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/9014386824616790735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/cleaning-up.html' title='Cleaning Up'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tH-vj3GSmgc/TmTSlqG4NyI/AAAAAAAAC2I/ZZ8O93nItEs/s72-c/elizabeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-1956207768787864913</id><published>2011-09-05T09:03:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T09:32:48.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't get there from here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wEJ8_QI0xoc/TmTPB0RLhgI/AAAAAAAAC1w/zyLfN9hpk68/s1600/IMAG0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an old Vermont saying~ you can't get there from here.  It has never been more true.  Here's a map showing road closures. We live near one of the only east-west roads. It is closed and the local gas stations seem to always be crowded with people holding maps, trying to plot out routes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y14h14c-J58/TmTJcQxQGNI/AAAAAAAAC1I/ftl_Y-yWzBg/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-05%2Bat%2B9.05.23%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y14h14c-J58/TmTJcQxQGNI/AAAAAAAAC1I/ftl_Y-yWzBg/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-05%2Bat%2B9.05.23%2BAM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648861320004507858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a photo of that road.&lt;br /&gt;Winter's not far away and I wonder how they are going to get it rebuilt in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Za1sPSq1eJY/TmTKy4oD-9I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/36yvCSufxNk/s1600/Irene_0c8fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Za1sPSq1eJY/TmTKy4oD-9I/AAAAAAAAC1Q/36yvCSufxNk/s320/Irene_0c8fa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648862808172133330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;During the storm, my neighbor came upon this spot on our road. She saw some water  running over the road and briefly considered driving through, then  quickly changed her mind.  That chasm is at least 10' wide and 10' deep.   All of us in the neighborhood are relieved she didn't try to drive  through. It's a big reminder that water running over a road is NOT SAFE  to drive through. There are several new teen drivers on our road (including Helen!) and we have all been using this spot as a lesson in caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9BzC60-0zE/TmTLNpuh7uI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/rtuQrxQmtI8/s1600/2011-08-29_14-01-03_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9BzC60-0zE/TmTLNpuh7uI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/rtuQrxQmtI8/s320/2011-08-29_14-01-03_25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648863268029198050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the bridge to Liz's school. Happily, the local road crew has configured a way for us to get the kids there tomorrow and figured out how to get water into town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWqRFOU3byc/TmTMWJAaUwI/AAAAAAAAC1g/6r_oz8g_IfE/s1600/quechee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWqRFOU3byc/TmTMWJAaUwI/AAAAAAAAC1g/6r_oz8g_IfE/s320/quechee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648864513376277250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we move along. We leave extra time because just about EVERY bridge is a scene like this and we consult our maps to make sure "we can get there from here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wEJ8_QI0xoc/TmTPB0RLhgI/AAAAAAAAC1w/zyLfN9hpk68/s1600/IMAG0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wEJ8_QI0xoc/TmTPB0RLhgI/AAAAAAAAC1w/zyLfN9hpk68/s320/IMAG0621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648867462746965506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-1956207768787864913?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/1956207768787864913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-cant-get-there-from-here.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1956207768787864913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1956207768787864913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-cant-get-there-from-here.html' title='You can&apos;t get there from here'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y14h14c-J58/TmTJcQxQGNI/AAAAAAAAC1I/ftl_Y-yWzBg/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-05%2Bat%2B9.05.23%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5559042484001090040</id><published>2011-08-30T08:59:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T09:29:01.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermont Flooding</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had several comments and emails asking how we are up here in Vermont. The flooding and devastation is beyond description. Here is one tiny example--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the bridge that I took every day to get to the Waldorf School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc-8OfreW7E/Tlzf0Q5N7NI/AAAAAAAAC0o/uMyo7IkSvkA/s1600/4633299082_157c71bc85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc-8OfreW7E/Tlzf0Q5N7NI/AAAAAAAAC0o/uMyo7IkSvkA/s320/4633299082_157c71bc85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646634121796906194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it is during Irene. It was quite something else to see 1,000 gallon propane tanks torpedoeing down the river and through the bridge. The air reeked of propane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pw125E_kZ1c/Tlziet1Yw0I/AAAAAAAAC0w/0d0ldBySkmU/s1600/IMG_5140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pw125E_kZ1c/Tlziet1Yw0I/AAAAAAAAC0w/0d0ldBySkmU/s320/IMG_5140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646637050143228738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYZa7OQxrfw/TlzjOk6t5SI/AAAAAAAAC04/OlM18fbTwT0/s1600/IMG_5161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYZa7OQxrfw/TlzjOk6t5SI/AAAAAAAAC04/OlM18fbTwT0/s320/IMG_5161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646637872383386914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is now. 1/2 the bridge is just gone as are the other 2 bridges we used to use to get into town. Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.burlingtonfreepress.com/article/20110830/NEWS07/108300305/Vermont-s-covered-bridges-take-hit-from-Irene?odyssey=mod%7Clateststories"&gt;link to an article&lt;/a&gt; about the loss of Vermont's beloved bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtDIM17Z36k/TlzkPZYjkVI/AAAAAAAAC1A/bHXJrv7NQVI/s1600/IMG_5168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtDIM17Z36k/TlzkPZYjkVI/AAAAAAAAC1A/bHXJrv7NQVI/s320/IMG_5168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646638985978810706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Waldorf School (and the entire community) is virtually cut off. No power, no water, and the only way to get into the town is over the hills and through a school soccer field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our family is fine. We don't live in the cut-off area. We don't have power and our road is now truly a one-car width road, but we have a generator which means we have water and a fridge.  No damage for us.&lt;br /&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/6569172028748385982-5559042484001090040?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5559042484001090040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/vermont-flooding.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5559042484001090040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5559042484001090040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/vermont-flooding.html' title='Vermont Flooding'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gc-8OfreW7E/Tlzf0Q5N7NI/AAAAAAAAC0o/uMyo7IkSvkA/s72-c/4633299082_157c71bc85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-6574832218113652852</id><published>2011-08-23T09:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T09:37:00.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Snapshots: Wildlife in the Yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look who I saw in our front yard one misty August morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i04r4JCUylM/TlELiGcv1EI/AAAAAAAADCE/oQ0GD16YHR0/s1600/deer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i04r4JCUylM/TlELiGcv1EI/AAAAAAAADCE/oQ0GD16YHR0/s320/deer.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And later in the afternoon--bold as you please, this fox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msbvXlCKuc0/TlELtKYe_EI/AAAAAAAADCI/EfIjxzota2Y/s1600/fox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msbvXlCKuc0/TlELtKYe_EI/AAAAAAAADCI/EfIjxzota2Y/s320/fox.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off he goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omrXR4x-4yg/TlEL6HYQkdI/AAAAAAAADCM/B0lGHnSwIJM/s1600/fox2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omrXR4x-4yg/TlEL6HYQkdI/AAAAAAAADCM/B0lGHnSwIJM/s320/fox2.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-6574832218113652852?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/6574832218113652852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-snapshots-wildlife-in-yard.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6574832218113652852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6574832218113652852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-snapshots-wildlife-in-yard.html' title='Summer Snapshots: Wildlife in the Yard'/><author><name>Maymomvt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660028340050789552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i04r4JCUylM/TlELiGcv1EI/AAAAAAAADCE/oQ0GD16YHR0/s72-c/deer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-4539613411164171895</id><published>2011-08-22T09:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T09:53:00.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Reading</title><content type='html'>Summer is almost over and I am hunting for a few final great summer reads. Here is some of what I have enjoyed this summer. Any suggestions for a final, fabulous book to end summer with a bang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;First--two books from the World War II era--&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDiPl-BDGwk/TlEOMoFZNvI/AAAAAAAADCc/dlIvJ4mILUQ/s1600/22-britannia-road.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDiPl-BDGwk/TlEOMoFZNvI/AAAAAAAADCc/dlIvJ4mILUQ/s320/22-britannia-road.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes after surviving? In &lt;i&gt;22 Britannia Road&lt;/i&gt;, a Polish family is shattered by World War II and tries to find their way back together again. I enjoyed this book of three tales--the Mother's experience in Poland, the Father's experience in battle, and the family's experience trying to find its way back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pO-fkEvKcIQ/TlEO3hvHP2I/AAAAAAAADCk/hinlmfn52qo/s1600/distant%252Bland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pO-fkEvKcIQ/TlEO3hvHP2I/AAAAAAAADCk/hinlmfn52qo/s320/distant%252Bland.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend whose family escaped the Holocaust to Shanghai and thus I have become interested in reading more. I particularly enjoyed the first part of this book as the author described the bustle of 1930s Shanghai beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But then, a few books that take place in Oxford. Perfect companions for a&amp;nbsp; trip to England.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh7BiiTE1rs/TlEOhyTkFII/AAAAAAAADCg/ifJXe1SKpjI/s1600/8667848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh7BiiTE1rs/TlEOhyTkFII/AAAAAAAADCg/ifJXe1SKpjI/s320/8667848.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might have been my favorite read of the summer. &lt;i&gt;A Discovery of Witches&lt;/i&gt; is about a historian who discovers an enchanted manuscript in the Bodleian libary. Part love story, part adventure, all tied up with history. One reviewer describes it as "Twilight meets the Da Vinci Code", but I still really liked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1SuX-sQ2qv8/TlEPyreBbdI/AAAAAAAADCw/S4evZkRdgf4/s1600/Beekeepers+Apprentice-thumb-200x300-3883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1SuX-sQ2qv8/TlEPyreBbdI/AAAAAAAADCw/S4evZkRdgf4/s1600/Beekeepers+Apprentice-thumb-200x300-3883.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to not be a mystery reader, but a friend suggested Laurie King's Mary Russell series and I'm hooked. Mary Russell, aged 15, meets Sherlock Holmes in the English countryside where he has retired to raise bees. They immediately strike up a friendship and he takes her one as his apprentice.&amp;nbsp; English countryside, Sherlock Holmes, Oxford? Just the right reading mix for my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAPbdj5N-Dk/TlEPg_UgVsI/AAAAAAAADCs/JuO7P9bx4uk/s1600/a-monstrous-regiment-women-novel-suspense-featuring-mary-laurie-r-king-paperback-cover-art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAPbdj5N-Dk/TlEPg_UgVsI/AAAAAAAADCs/JuO7P9bx4uk/s1600/a-monstrous-regiment-women-novel-suspense-featuring-mary-laurie-r-king-paperback-cover-art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also really like the covers of these mysteries :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, I read massive amounts of Civil War books for work including &lt;i&gt;Uncle Tom's Cabin&lt;/i&gt; which is pushing me towards compiling a list of unread classics to consider this fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6569172028748385982-4539613411164171895?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4539613411164171895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-reading.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4539613411164171895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4539613411164171895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-reading.html' title='Summer Reading'/><author><name>Maymomvt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660028340050789552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDiPl-BDGwk/TlEOMoFZNvI/AAAAAAAADCc/dlIvJ4mILUQ/s72-c/22-britannia-road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-2621291666722478523</id><published>2011-08-21T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T09:52:53.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>In summer, the song sings itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BCZc8TOuRhQ/TlEMfHUR9-I/AAAAAAAADCQ/APDLfZbTWOQ/s1600/IMG_0813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BCZc8TOuRhQ/TlEMfHUR9-I/AAAAAAAADCQ/APDLfZbTWOQ/s320/IMG_0813.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rElyEd7_8qQ/TlEMpSoL_vI/AAAAAAAADCU/I6uxl5gPPq4/s1600/IMG_0799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rElyEd7_8qQ/TlEMpSoL_vI/AAAAAAAADCU/I6uxl5gPPq4/s320/IMG_0799.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8AIQSUARf4/TlENHHGeSlI/AAAAAAAADCY/AfP31ikF0QE/s1600/IMG_0814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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It felt wonderful to slow down after our week in and around London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vxRcebQ7G8/TkrVnujl1AI/AAAAAAAADAQ/E9cZPGpucm8/s1600/DSCN0261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vxRcebQ7G8/TkrVnujl1AI/AAAAAAAADAQ/E9cZPGpucm8/s320/DSCN0261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a comfortable boat with a lounge, galley, two bathrooms, and 2 bedrooms&lt;br /&gt;--bigger than our London apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1UXOzW7RRlM/TkrVumdNqKI/AAAAAAAADAU/qVl9CWS98wk/s1600/DSCN0259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1UXOzW7RRlM/TkrVumdNqKI/AAAAAAAADAU/qVl9CWS98wk/s320/DSCN0259.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Almost immediately after setting out, we encountered a boat that had grounded. We towed them off the mud and then all tagged along together to make our way through the first locks. They were a nice young family from South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDT29XWp2zk/TkrWGF7387I/AAAAAAAADAY/563ruk6os4Q/s1600/DSCN0267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDT29XWp2zk/TkrWGF7387I/AAAAAAAADAY/563ruk6os4Q/s320/DSCN0267.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The four kids had fun working together that first day getting through all the locks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlwZauadEsk/TkrWyqnb9iI/AAAAAAAADAc/9oxS4DRcRGY/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlwZauadEsk/TkrWyqnb9iI/AAAAAAAADAc/9oxS4DRcRGY/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls also had fun steering the boat. They were careful not to go to close to the muddy edge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BBh4RaADko/TkrXOWYnQcI/AAAAAAAADAg/uWRSOspiPsI/s1600/DSCN0266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BBh4RaADko/TkrXOWYnQcI/AAAAAAAADAg/uWRSOspiPsI/s320/DSCN0266.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The scenery was gorgeous. We enjoyed stopping to walk into some of the canal towns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffVK2Zr6-J4/TkrXtMafkoI/AAAAAAAADAk/lGUlBEaQLr0/s1600/DSCN0286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffVK2Zr6-J4/TkrXtMafkoI/AAAAAAAADAk/lGUlBEaQLr0/s320/DSCN0286.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Each night we just put stakes in the side of the canal and stopped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here Liz and I are having a cup of tea early in the morning before getting underway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We all enjoyed relaxing up front with books, cameras, and crochet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIIKnGG3jvg/TkrX87sRN3I/AAAAAAAADAo/ry9THVyVhOw/s1600/DSCN0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIIKnGG3jvg/TkrX87sRN3I/AAAAAAAADAo/ry9THVyVhOw/s320/DSCN0272.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went across an aquaduct--note the low rim on the left. There was a river far, far below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1GaDfouO1qg/TkrYc_AUMxI/AAAAAAAADAs/86u7LT2akOI/s1600/IMG_0639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1GaDfouO1qg/TkrYc_AUMxI/AAAAAAAADAs/86u7LT2akOI/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And there was Liz perched on top. They loved being on the roof.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't love them being on the roof (but let them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PwNcs-heS14/TkrYxCD4IcI/AAAAAAAADAw/oh3K8kvssB8/s1600/DSCN0288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PwNcs-heS14/TkrYxCD4IcI/AAAAAAAADAw/oh3K8kvssB8/s320/DSCN0288.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh. That roof. "Chillax Mom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4J4MdFh6g8/TkuXvBdr54I/AAAAAAAADB4/I30ndzPT8Ss/s1600/IMG_0660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4J4MdFh6g8/TkuXvBdr54I/AAAAAAAADB4/I30ndzPT8Ss/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a couple of days with a lot of locks. They were so fun to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One day Helen invited some of the onlookers to help. It made their day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gYaXKq7_rz0/TkrZwVzJsXI/AAAAAAAADA4/zxsN5dQZr10/s1600/DSCN0323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gYaXKq7_rz0/TkrZwVzJsXI/AAAAAAAADA4/zxsN5dQZr10/s320/DSCN0323.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We stopped in a canal town where lots of boats sported little shops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Liz having fun at the CANDY BOAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2j6DTQ_4nNE/TkraIUhTQRI/AAAAAAAADA8/BNV5FNBNk08/s1600/IMG_0729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2j6DTQ_4nNE/TkraIUhTQRI/AAAAAAAADA8/BNV5FNBNk08/s320/IMG_0729.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evenings brought quiet waters and libations while we cruised to just the perfect spot to moor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81L27qxtVTM/TkrafoPOf6I/AAAAAAAADBA/nmz3ln3vOrU/s1600/DSCN0351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81L27qxtVTM/TkrafoPOf6I/AAAAAAAADBA/nmz3ln3vOrU/s320/DSCN0351.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening we moored by this beautiful bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWK8G2P1R0k/TkrbFYagK3I/AAAAAAAADBI/ah6ig5FEvAo/s1600/IMG_0657.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWK8G2P1R0k/TkrbFYagK3I/AAAAAAAADBI/ah6ig5FEvAo/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we all journaled. The girls had gathered a huge quantity of brochures, business cards, train tickets, and all sorts of ephemera from our previous week in London. It was fun to hear them processing the trip as they scrapbooked. I bring journaling materials along on every trip. It is a great way to stop and reflect on the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9Xq08fkcqU/TkuOGkDG45I/AAAAAAAADBM/qf9Tj3oQDAY/s1600/IMG_0677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p88bK6YRNbM/TkuO0SErUbI/AAAAAAAADBU/fsH6Vyuq9Wg/s1600/IMG_0703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p88bK6YRNbM/TkuO0SErUbI/AAAAAAAADBU/fsH6Vyuq9Wg/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to find time on a trip to work on the journals and we had started these in London. It is important to just STOP while on a trip. We also knew that once we got home, we wouldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are enjoying looking through them now that we are home.&lt;br /&gt;They are probably our most precious souvenirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMBfHH10-mg/TkuOqVB3P2I/AAAAAAAADBQ/v8swtQwxHUQ/s1600/IMG_0704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMBfHH10-mg/TkuOqVB3P2I/AAAAAAAADBQ/v8swtQwxHUQ/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every turn around the bend of the canal brought another beautiful vista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWUpo30NxQ0/TkuPKkKPoQI/AAAAAAAADBY/Pcm-5jOEyrY/s1600/IMG_0734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWUpo30NxQ0/TkuPKkKPoQI/AAAAAAAADBY/Pcm-5jOEyrY/s320/IMG_0734.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came upon this sign for the Camphill Cafe. From the sign we guessed it had a Waldorf Connection so we stopped to investigate. We were right. We met some very nice people and had one of the best meals of the trip, right from the community garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPTdbQWm3Gk/TkuPfa-6bZI/AAAAAAAADBc/oN1M5V8Jyas/s1600/IMG_0742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPTdbQWm3Gk/TkuPfa-6bZI/AAAAAAAADBc/oN1M5V8Jyas/s320/IMG_0742.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow travel is a good thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While waiting for the locks we got to chat with fellow boaters and onlookers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv2xAgTHUk0/TkuRyQTrEDI/AAAAAAAADBo/DPHRomazX84/s1600/IMG_0599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qv2xAgTHUk0/TkuRyQTrEDI/AAAAAAAADBo/DPHRomazX84/s320/IMG_0599.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to eat local food at local pubs (some better than others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwTd8Jl-gfA/TkuTumTKX5I/AAAAAAAADBs/hZdANPtbfik/s1600/DSCN0320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwTd8Jl-gfA/TkuTumTKX5I/AAAAAAAADBs/hZdANPtbfik/s320/DSCN0320.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got to explore England at our own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFacONwK_fg/TkuUug-KzHI/AAAAAAAADBw/VGZqMxH20Wg/s1600/IMG_0751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFacONwK_fg/TkuUug-KzHI/AAAAAAAADBw/VGZqMxH20Wg/s320/IMG_0751.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we returned our boat, we spent a final day at Windsor Castle and had a final tea in Windsor before flying out via Iceland. A fine end to our most excellent adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_0mK_dX-3qE/TkuVcceEMhI/AAAAAAAADB0/Homvugs5o5o/s1600/IMG_0775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_0mK_dX-3qE/TkuVcceEMhI/AAAAAAAADB0/Homvugs5o5o/s320/IMG_0775.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are confirmed narrowboaters and all of us desperately want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-4753207668858644424?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4753207668858644424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/slow-travel-on-grand-union-canal.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4753207668858644424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4753207668858644424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/slow-travel-on-grand-union-canal.html' title='Slow travel on the Grand Union Canal'/><author><name>Maymomvt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660028340050789552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vxRcebQ7G8/TkrVnujl1AI/AAAAAAAADAQ/E9cZPGpucm8/s72-c/DSCN0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-6148946323782252106</id><published>2011-08-16T07:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T07:47:58.665-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Snapshots: Ice Cream Ninjas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is quite a drive to get to a store from our house, and last night the girls had a craving for ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What to do?&amp;nbsp; Dress up as ninjas, sneak into the neighbor's house, and raid the freezer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1cLtU8YMPU/TkpXbp21z1I/AAAAAAAAC_8/CuTTNZa0g4w/s1600/ice+cream+ninjas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1cLtU8YMPU/TkpXbp21z1I/AAAAAAAAC_8/CuTTNZa0g4w/s320/ice+cream+ninjas.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Successful Mission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0SFrJZ6vXVI/TkpXd29jqZI/AAAAAAAADAA/WBup6_qinoM/s1600/icecream+ninja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0SFrJZ6vXVI/TkpXd29jqZI/AAAAAAAADAA/WBup6_qinoM/s320/icecream+ninja.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in full disclosure, said neighbor's child was one of the ninjas spending the night at our house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-6148946323782252106?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/6148946323782252106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-snapshots-ice-cream-ninjas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6148946323782252106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6148946323782252106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-snapshots-ice-cream-ninjas.html' title='Summer Snapshots: Ice Cream Ninjas'/><author><name>Maymomvt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660028340050789552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1cLtU8YMPU/TkpXbp21z1I/AAAAAAAAC_8/CuTTNZa0g4w/s72-c/ice+cream+ninjas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-1822055302293578916</id><published>2011-08-15T17:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T16:37:46.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>On Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess where we have been?&amp;nbsp; London! This was our first trip overseas and we had so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piZ4ZQsvxIk/TklV2Ha_N5I/AAAAAAAAC-o/p4aTSS6OvM0/s1600/DSCN0205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piZ4ZQsvxIk/TklV2Ha_N5I/AAAAAAAAC-o/p4aTSS6OvM0/s320/DSCN0205.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We arrived into London on a Tuesday mid-day. We were tired, but didn't want to just go to our apartment, so we took a bus tour of the city. It was a perfect way to give the kids an overview of all the possibilities.&amp;nbsp; We had found an apartment to rent from a friend here in Vermont. It was near the tube, had laundry facilities, and beautiful roof-top decks where we could relax in the evenings. We loved having our own space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48tLYP8oZPs/TklWEY8fKMI/AAAAAAAAC-s/fct4sXYvhmc/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48tLYP8oZPs/TklWEY8fKMI/AAAAAAAAC-s/fct4sXYvhmc/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a good night's sleep, we went to the Tower of London. We had purchased tickets online so we were able to walk right in without waiting in any lines. We spent about 4 hours there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKeH_bEoGtk/TklWgITL-rI/AAAAAAAAC-w/QZMmbH7pO9k/s1600/DSCN0177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKeH_bEoGtk/TklWgITL-rI/AAAAAAAAC-w/QZMmbH7pO9k/s320/DSCN0177.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the tower, we hopped onto a Thames cruise boat. The cruise had come free with our bus tickets and we had 24 hours to use it.&amp;nbsp; We all needed a rest (and it was about 90 that day) so we had a relaxing tour of London from the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMsPLlD0dDo/TklWpMLcaJI/AAAAAAAAC-0/QT9Yoj0OkEM/s1600/DSCN0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMsPLlD0dDo/TklWpMLcaJI/AAAAAAAAC-0/QT9Yoj0OkEM/s320/DSCN0186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a hot day in London, we were happy to go to Oxford. Oxford (and the Bodleian Library) was the top choice destination for the kids. We got a bus to Oxford and immediately found the tourist information booth, got maps and guidebooks, and went to a pub to eat, refresh, and figure out what we were doing. We then toured the Library and had tea in a nearby chapel/cafe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've toured a lot of amazing libraries--the Library of Congress, Folger Shakespeare Library, as well as many archives.&amp;nbsp; The Bodleian was simply inspirational.&amp;nbsp; The Harry Potter factor was also, of course, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-d-Sm8m_nk/TklXy16AgYI/AAAAAAAAC_I/MiBKKXT0NyQ/s1600/bodleian_library_oxford-294x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-d-Sm8m_nk/TklXy16AgYI/AAAAAAAAC_I/MiBKKXT0NyQ/s1600/bodleian_library_oxford-294x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glQhoWJfXsI/Tkl8dgrEeCI/AAAAAAAAC_c/ArWvm78bj6Q/s1600/DSCN0213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glQhoWJfXsI/Tkl8dgrEeCI/AAAAAAAAC_c/ArWvm78bj6Q/s320/DSCN0213.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all just loved Oxford and both girls are sure they are going to attend :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFeTlykHzc0/TklW0L_G47I/AAAAAAAAC-4/lvinFAeszDw/s1600/DSCN0214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFeTlykHzc0/TklW0L_G47I/AAAAAAAAC-4/lvinFAeszDw/s320/DSCN0214.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went to the British Museum. The girls were excited to see the Rosetta Stone, parts of the Parthenon, and other highlights from their Waldorf curriculum.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, the museum was just over-run with tourists and we all felt like we would have enjoyed an art museum more than a museum full of archaeological fragments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LkLdTyxsVTs/TklW9JBFMOI/AAAAAAAAC-8/hQxvDU1rZIQ/s1600/DSCN0225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LkLdTyxsVTs/TklW9JBFMOI/AAAAAAAAC-8/hQxvDU1rZIQ/s320/DSCN0225.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The British Museum redeemed itself for us with its high tea. Wow. This was a highlight for the girls. High Tea in just the most spectacular setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJcL0hmtSlM/TkrUs4tlieI/AAAAAAAADAE/H3EVD-QCNTU/s1600/IMG_0806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJcL0hmtSlM/TkrUs4tlieI/AAAAAAAADAE/H3EVD-QCNTU/s320/IMG_0806.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the British Museum, we went to Liberty. I have always wanted to visit as Nelson and I both love the Arts and Crafts Movement, liberty fabric, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2egfl3BqSJA/TklXIV1K33I/AAAAAAAAC_A/MMNLAGztcvQ/s1600/liberty%252Bof%252Blondon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2egfl3BqSJA/TklXIV1K33I/AAAAAAAAC_A/MMNLAGztcvQ/s320/liberty%252Bof%252Blondon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You would have thought we were in a candy shop when we got to the haberdashery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DoZT9dAMlOI/TkmI-9d1coI/AAAAAAAAC_k/TJMtDx3ZcmM/s1600/haberdashery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DoZT9dAMlOI/TkmI-9d1coI/AAAAAAAAC_k/TJMtDx3ZcmM/s320/haberdashery.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We continued with our early twentieth-century theme by having dinner at Black Friar. This pub retains its original Art Deco interior and was just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1oM-b6js7E/TklXj6tKuBI/AAAAAAAAC_E/IB1-i58pE-M/s1600/blackfriar2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1oM-b6js7E/TklXj6tKuBI/AAAAAAAAC_E/IB1-i58pE-M/s320/blackfriar2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went to Hampton Court, home of Henry VIII &amp;amp; William and Mary. We had gotten tickets online for this as well. The girls were also excited to visit here as they have both read lots about Henry VIII, Queen Elizabeth, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPozbcp9Xoc/TklYHL6PUeI/AAAAAAAAC_M/UYz1-gISJgc/s1600/DSCN0243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPozbcp9Xoc/TklYHL6PUeI/AAAAAAAAC_M/UYz1-gISJgc/s320/DSCN0243.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hampton Court is fun because they have costumed musicians and actors roaming the grounds. We spent just about all day there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0CAqY7B9Wns/TklYSPnHQnI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/ThI_F2rNh9s/s1600/IMG_0478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0CAqY7B9Wns/TklYSPnHQnI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/ThI_F2rNh9s/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many nice aspects of having an apartment was that we didn't have to go out to dinner every night. We were often really tired after touring all day. We would have a late tea or snack in the afternoon and then just stop at the local shop for cheese, crackers, carrots, hummous, and beverages then take them up onto the roof for a relaxing evening watching the sun set on the city. Doesn't get much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Af9QCDF8rUY/TkmM10NSdMI/AAAAAAAAC_o/7_DMuvtUWuY/s1600/florin%257E2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Af9QCDF8rUY/TkmM10NSdMI/AAAAAAAAC_o/7_DMuvtUWuY/s1600/florin%257E2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our final day in London, we got up early and explored one of the many street markets. The girls had fun shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rkglLj74-w8/TklYdqjGIzI/AAAAAAAAC_U/kv5vgbNXEa0/s1600/DSCN0251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rkglLj74-w8/TklYdqjGIzI/AAAAAAAAC_U/kv5vgbNXEa0/s320/DSCN0251.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We then headed out of town to visit with a fellow blogger, Simmy, who used to write "Echoes of a Dream." Her boys are about the same age as our girls and also attend a Waldorf School. They had stayed at our house when they visited America, so it was fun to reconnect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simmy made us a cream tea. The kids had a great time visiting over tea. The boys taught the girls to play cricket and they all enjoyed reconnecting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFEMvsEc92Y/TkrU3sq9BVI/AAAAAAAADAI/MhAxtzmdY9U/s1600/IMG_0855.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFEMvsEc92Y/TkrU3sq9BVI/AAAAAAAADAI/MhAxtzmdY9U/s320/IMG_0855.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSU0b33cLgo/TkrU9PtfvgI/AAAAAAAADAM/ZU9Q5ZueXCE/s1600/IMG_0860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jSU0b33cLgo/TkrU9PtfvgI/AAAAAAAADAM/ZU9Q5ZueXCE/s320/IMG_0860.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1zW57jw0vAs/TkmPFQbw9_I/AAAAAAAAC_w/o8yHIUHs2CA/s1600/2652665102_991bdf51ba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simmy also got me going on crochet. I was so happy to finally get how to do it. She also set me up with yarn and a crochet hook for week 2 of our trip....when we were on our canalboat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1zW57jw0vAs/TkmPFQbw9_I/AAAAAAAAC_w/o8yHIUHs2CA/s1600/2652665102_991bdf51ba.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1zW57jw0vAs/TkmPFQbw9_I/AAAAAAAAC_w/o8yHIUHs2CA/s320/2652665102_991bdf51ba.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She and her husband, Tom, took us to a National Trust property, Standen, which was decorated by William Morris. What a beautiful house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S56yCqMzBME/TkmPu2ydx4I/AAAAAAAAC_0/9aqlnDx8tAA/s1600/37_standen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S56yCqMzBME/TkmPu2ydx4I/AAAAAAAAC_0/9aqlnDx8tAA/s320/37_standen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUH1mDRoen8/TkmP46a-UJI/AAAAAAAAC_4/wWTV02HIhkc/s1600/Standen_carpet_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUH1mDRoen8/TkmP46a-UJI/AAAAAAAAC_4/wWTV02HIhkc/s320/Standen_carpet_0002.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think the visit with Simmy and her family was the highlight of our visit to London. It was so fun to be in someone's home and see how a family in another country lived. The kids really loved hanging out with "locals" the same age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tips for touring with kids?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Begin with a bus tour to see "it all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have an apartment or space to retreat to where you can cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mix up the day--museums + outside hang-out time or shopping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Try to connect with someone who lives in the region with kids the same age &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Read some historical novels before visiting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eat local food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As the kids said...."best vacation ever."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-1822055302293578916?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/1822055302293578916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-holiday.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1822055302293578916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1822055302293578916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-holiday.html' title='On Holiday'/><author><name>Maymomvt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660028340050789552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piZ4ZQsvxIk/TklV2Ha_N5I/AAAAAAAAC-o/p4aTSS6OvM0/s72-c/DSCN0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5296497813278925195</id><published>2011-08-01T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:10:00.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Six Weeks of Singing</title><content type='html'>Helen just returned home from six weeks of singing with Village Harmony. Village Harmony runs teen camps each summer where the kids spend 7 days in rehearsal learning traditional music from around the world and then go on tour for 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Here's how one person describes it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The concert is about to end. &lt;/b&gt;Twenty-three mostly  barefoot teenagers grab at each others’ hands and bow, sweaty and tired,  intensely pleased with themselves.  They grin broadly as New Englanders  of every age rise to their feet in the old wooden church building,  applauding, whistling, ululating.  &lt;/i&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A note is sounded above the din and the young singers launch into a  South African dance song, stilling the crowd long enough to allow them  to make their way down the aisles to take a final ovation from the back  of the building.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; As the young people, unleashed, dive into the crowd or escape  outside, you remain rooted in your pew a bit longer, shaken to the core  by what you’ve just witnessed.  Where did that conviction come from,  that powerful centered sound you never expected to hear from an  amateur—let alone a teenage—choir.  Look around; other moist eyes and  stunned expressions tell you that you aren’t the the only one who sensed  that something life-changing has just happened among the singers—and  has been shared with the audience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Helen's first session she worked with 3 composers from Russia, the Ukraine, and Vermont. They sang gospel tunes, danced traditional Russian circle dances, and sang Ukrainian tunes.&amp;nbsp; Best of all, she spent 3 weeks singing with her cousin.&amp;nbsp; Helen solos in this video. It was her first time soloing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/SStRLrP1940/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SStRLrP1940&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SStRLrP1940&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the second session (with different kids and composers) she learned to clog, sang a beautiful Appalachian lullaby, and sang songs from ancient Occident.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/L6mH5dh4mwQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L6mH5dh4mwQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L6mH5dh4mwQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you knitters, to me Village Harmony is the &lt;a href="http://www.peacefleece.com/"&gt;Peace Fleece&lt;/a&gt; of music. Groups go to South Africa, Macedonia, Georgia, Russia and meet with villagers to learn music. They bring it back and share it throughout New England.&amp;nbsp; Now, if only the kids all knit too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-5296497813278925195?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5296497813278925195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/six-weeks-of-singing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5296497813278925195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5296497813278925195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/08/six-weeks-of-singing.html' title='Six Weeks of Singing'/><author><name>Maymomvt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08660028340050789552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-7328845710973825846</id><published>2011-07-31T07:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T07:48:00.402-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Keeping cool in the basement</title><content type='html'>Our house has no air conditioning, but happily the basement stays cool. We spent an entire Saturday down there during the big heat wave.  Nelson and Liz got into a big woodworking project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k3F8vrVdaEk/TjPwM83avqI/AAAAAAAACzY/Eyl4RUZ28BE/s1600/IMG_5136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k3F8vrVdaEk/TjPwM83avqI/AAAAAAAACzY/Eyl4RUZ28BE/s320/IMG_5136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635111664058285730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They made a set of side-tables for out on our porch, copied from one we had gotten at a yard sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPeFTPs5Hw4/TjPwHbHimpI/AAAAAAAACzQ/Sz95rFR40Gg/s1600/DSCN0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SPeFTPs5Hw4/TjPwHbHimpI/AAAAAAAACzQ/Sz95rFR40Gg/s320/DSCN0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635111569099758226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is one installed on the porch. They are perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hM5ZnoXv5OU/TjPwCZ-gw6I/AAAAAAAACzI/JnVbKCXIFis/s1600/IMG_5138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hM5ZnoXv5OU/TjPwCZ-gw6I/AAAAAAAACzI/JnVbKCXIFis/s320/IMG_5138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635111482894107554" 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/6569172028748385982-7328845710973825846?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/7328845710973825846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/07/keeping-cool-in-basement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/7328845710973825846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/7328845710973825846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/07/keeping-cool-in-basement.html' title='Keeping cool in the basement'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k3F8vrVdaEk/TjPwM83avqI/AAAAAAAACzY/Eyl4RUZ28BE/s72-c/IMG_5136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-2731778883147941389</id><published>2011-07-30T07:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T07:43:44.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Snapshots: Cousins</title><content type='html'>This might be my favorite photo of the summer. Helen and her cousin went on tour together for three weeks with Village Harmony. Here they are waltzing together at the end of one of their performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8Dwcyr4Ggk/TjPuXgYPU6I/AAAAAAAACzA/n4BYItG03I8/s1600/waltz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8Dwcyr4Ggk/TjPuXgYPU6I/AAAAAAAACzA/n4BYItG03I8/s320/waltz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635109646366626722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love that they will have this memory for the rest of their lives. They aren't just cousins now, they are also friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-2731778883147941389?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/2731778883147941389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-snapshots-cousins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/2731778883147941389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/2731778883147941389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-snapshots-cousins.html' title='Summer Snapshots: Cousins'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8Dwcyr4Ggk/TjPuXgYPU6I/AAAAAAAACzA/n4BYItG03I8/s72-c/waltz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-4092502801855001878</id><published>2011-07-12T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:18:27.100-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Snapshots: Steamy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so lucky that I have a job where I can move out onto my porch when the temperature climbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DmqXMU_mfY/ThxJeKicIaI/AAAAAAAACyw/jqgEG__N-vE/s1600/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DmqXMU_mfY/ThxJeKicIaI/AAAAAAAACyw/jqgEG__N-vE/s320/summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628454416879985058" 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/6569172028748385982-4092502801855001878?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4092502801855001878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-snapshots-steamy-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4092502801855001878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4092502801855001878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-snapshots-steamy-days.html' title='Summer Snapshots: Steamy Days'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DmqXMU_mfY/ThxJeKicIaI/AAAAAAAACyw/jqgEG__N-vE/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5522095520580033175</id><published>2011-07-10T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T08:05:01.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Snapshots: Nesting Loons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjD6aV71T3Y/ThbzWjg-57I/AAAAAAAACyk/wRqJRwW1Zl4/s1600/summer%2Bcanoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjD6aV71T3Y/ThbzWjg-57I/AAAAAAAACyk/wRqJRwW1Zl4/s320/summer%2Bcanoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626952353262266290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz and I canoed out into the rain to check on the nesting loon. A magical moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXNatoJRv9Q/ThbzRNe2xNI/AAAAAAAACyc/ylCnPe9F6RM/s1600/summer%2Bloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXNatoJRv9Q/ThbzRNe2xNI/AAAAAAAACyc/ylCnPe9F6RM/s320/summer%2Bloon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626952261448418514" 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/6569172028748385982-5522095520580033175?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5522095520580033175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-snapshots-nesting-loons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5522095520580033175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5522095520580033175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-snapshots-nesting-loons.html' title='Summer Snapshots: Nesting Loons'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjD6aV71T3Y/ThbzWjg-57I/AAAAAAAACyk/wRqJRwW1Zl4/s72-c/summer%2Bcanoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-626989841236707099</id><published>2011-07-08T07:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:05:22.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Snapshots: July 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting on the dock, watching the fireworks...and the sunset. What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qExavm2T13A/Thbxvt5KOdI/AAAAAAAACyU/NB49hyrHyzY/s1600/fireworks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qExavm2T13A/Thbxvt5KOdI/AAAAAAAACyU/NB49hyrHyzY/s320/fireworks2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626950586521500114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLJZmeA0gRQ/ThbxnZr_MGI/AAAAAAAACyM/ln9oXYudA3k/s1600/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLJZmeA0gRQ/ThbxnZr_MGI/AAAAAAAACyM/ln9oXYudA3k/s320/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626950443658588258" 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/6569172028748385982-626989841236707099?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/626989841236707099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-snapshots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/626989841236707099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/626989841236707099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-snapshots.html' title='Summer Snapshots: July 4th'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qExavm2T13A/Thbxvt5KOdI/AAAAAAAACyU/NB49hyrHyzY/s72-c/fireworks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-6399096279232578578</id><published>2011-07-01T12:40:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T15:39:12.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>One thing leads to another</title><content type='html'>You know that book "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie?" That was me earlier this week. I was heading out to a teacher institute and wanted to bring some knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But....before I could start something new, I wanted to finish my hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-cMGcXZrhU/Tg3453E9UQI/AAAAAAAACxE/OHOG6d2tC_o/s1600/DSCN0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-cMGcXZrhU/Tg3453E9UQI/AAAAAAAACxE/OHOG6d2tC_o/s320/DSCN0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624425182576595202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In order to finish my hat, I had to find some size 8, double-pointed needles.&lt;br /&gt;In looking for the needles, I discovered the basket of needles had dumped all over the floor of the closet.&lt;br /&gt;Really, who keeps needles in a basket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So. I  gathered up all the circulars and sundries and put them in this tin.&lt;br /&gt;Then decided to make a needle-case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u3F02g-9Wak/Tg35SFoYVoI/AAAAAAAACxM/4fgkT-rEUx0/s1600/DSCN0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u3F02g-9Wak/Tg35SFoYVoI/AAAAAAAACxM/4fgkT-rEUx0/s320/DSCN0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624425598800123522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In order to make a needle-case, I had to descend into my messy stash cupboard to find some fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kuh5SZBe_VI/Tg35k07q4yI/AAAAAAAACxU/o4zE1yySOco/s1600/DSCN0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kuh5SZBe_VI/Tg35k07q4yI/AAAAAAAACxU/o4zE1yySOco/s320/DSCN0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624425920735142690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Folded (and found) some fabric, but then found patterns everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Organized them into this box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2nNiusyrd0/Tg35zBvNLpI/AAAAAAAACxc/622pYZPYhjo/s1600/DSCN0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2nNiusyrd0/Tg35zBvNLpI/AAAAAAAACxc/622pYZPYhjo/s320/DSCN0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624426164690693778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Needed thread for the project. Found spools of thread spread all over the house.&lt;br /&gt;Gathered them all into a sensible tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmVAcFqcWzM/Tg36Dc47uHI/AAAAAAAACxk/1NEBcVlq3ek/s1600/DSCN0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmVAcFqcWzM/Tg36Dc47uHI/AAAAAAAACxk/1NEBcVlq3ek/s320/DSCN0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624426446857156722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In doing so, my sewing basket demanded attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KL7GFDzJJa4/Tg36VOi8oqI/AAAAAAAACxs/Cb8E9v_cL6o/s1600/DSCN0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KL7GFDzJJa4/Tg36VOi8oqI/AAAAAAAACxs/Cb8E9v_cL6o/s320/DSCN0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624426752244490914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It then contained just what I needed to make my needle-case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gg_rvw4nD4/Tg36hgGxy8I/AAAAAAAACx0/uNutLvNpTyE/s1600/DSCN0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gg_rvw4nD4/Tg36hgGxy8I/AAAAAAAACx0/uNutLvNpTyE/s320/DSCN0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624426963116608450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finished the hat. (sorry no photo).&lt;br /&gt;Facebooked friends for a new pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9okINjjg54/Tg37T0LFu1I/AAAAAAAACyE/Sytlpdk46WY/s1600/Bee-have_Final-107x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9okINjjg54/Tg37T0LFu1I/AAAAAAAACyE/Sytlpdk46WY/s320/Bee-have_Final-107x150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624427827496860498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then needed yarn for the &lt;a href="http://theknittingbee.com/freepatterns.html"&gt;new project&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Determined not to buy new, I tidied my stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqHSEDtXYXg/Tg37HaUZfTI/AAAAAAAACx8/19EOT6y-bl8/s1600/DSCN0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqHSEDtXYXg/Tg37HaUZfTI/AAAAAAAACx8/19EOT6y-bl8/s320/DSCN0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624427614398151986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gathered the delightfully organized needles.&lt;br /&gt;Wound the yarn.&lt;br /&gt;Headed off to my program, project in hand, and a very organized craft scene left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only I could be inspired to do the same in the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9okINjjg54/Tg37T0LFu1I/AAAAAAAACyE/Sytlpdk46WY/s1600/Bee-have_Final-107x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-6399096279232578578?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/6399096279232578578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-thing-leads-to-another.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6399096279232578578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6399096279232578578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-thing-leads-to-another.html' title='One thing leads to another'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-cMGcXZrhU/Tg3453E9UQI/AAAAAAAACxE/OHOG6d2tC_o/s72-c/DSCN0089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-9218978300889478328</id><published>2011-06-22T15:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:10:39.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solstice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Happy Solstice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmr69DBnP5g/TgJJ5M6fatI/AAAAAAAACws/hZsBDlAQQsQ/s1600/IMG_2538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmr69DBnP5g/TgJJ5M6fatI/AAAAAAAACws/hZsBDlAQQsQ/s400/IMG_2538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621136531979725522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAPPY SOLSTICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyU-jUvXXzI/TgJJJLV_AeI/AAAAAAAACwM/jMnEr88KLYY/s1600/IMG_4886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyU-jUvXXzI/TgJJJLV_AeI/AAAAAAAACwM/jMnEr88KLYY/s320/IMG_4886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621135706924450274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here comes Helen leading the parade with part of her Morris team--Maple Leaf Morris Dancers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MZnErP9DM1k/TgJJSR55IOI/AAAAAAAACwU/jw-8j_0k9EA/s1600/IMG_4887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MZnErP9DM1k/TgJJSR55IOI/AAAAAAAACwU/jw-8j_0k9EA/s320/IMG_4887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621135863304495330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crowds followed along, dancing, singing, carrying suns, moons, and may poles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wB-zlAOKn0U/TgJJccIEB8I/AAAAAAAACwc/TVzFUXi9u80/s1600/IMG_4889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wB-zlAOKn0U/TgJJccIEB8I/AAAAAAAACwc/TVzFUXi9u80/s320/IMG_4889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621136037846976450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were several dances by the Maple Leaf team.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that Helen has found a group of like-minded teens in the wider community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aA0rYledf78/TgJLYLPQczI/AAAAAAAACw8/OPr5Fnd1agc/s1600/IMG_4881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aA0rYledf78/TgJLYLPQczI/AAAAAAAACw8/OPr5Fnd1agc/s400/IMG_4881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621138163617526578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many cheers as a youngster climbed the pole to place the wreath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nDqwVD4OkM/TgJJmB5Jf2I/AAAAAAAACwk/XTf3dTzxkEE/s1600/IMG_4893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nDqwVD4OkM/TgJJmB5Jf2I/AAAAAAAACwk/XTf3dTzxkEE/s320/IMG_4893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621136202603790178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Summer to One and All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12kmxI9LMzc/TgJK-IR9ugI/AAAAAAAACw0/gj9kfJ864-A/s1600/IMG_2669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12kmxI9LMzc/TgJK-IR9ugI/AAAAAAAACw0/gj9kfJ864-A/s400/IMG_2669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621137716146977282" 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/6569172028748385982-9218978300889478328?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/9218978300889478328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-solstice.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/9218978300889478328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/9218978300889478328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-solstice.html' title='Happy Solstice'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmr69DBnP5g/TgJJ5M6fatI/AAAAAAAACws/hZsBDlAQQsQ/s72-c/IMG_2538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-1095780836197403966</id><published>2011-06-02T06:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T06:02:00.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Mornings on the water</title><content type='html'>Helen joined the high school crew team this spring. One of the many things she has missed from Waldorf is getting outside in the morning for a bit of exercise before settling into school work. She has also felt like the seasons have been passing her by a bit as they seldom get outside at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been out every morning at 5:30 a.m. for a row. She has been coming home talking about how beautiful it was and I see what she means.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdpKAJN2ifQ/TeOVs3YszfI/AAAAAAAACv4/SUs81ZlpZnE/s1600/Iron%2BBridge%2B003.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunrise on the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wZPj1x2uIU/TeOVaz0XEuI/AAAAAAAACvw/ebNbbcFURvE/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wZPj1x2uIU/TeOVaz0XEuI/AAAAAAAACvw/ebNbbcFURvE/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612493848452731618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's her boat heading up river into the mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdpKAJN2ifQ/TeOVs3YszfI/AAAAAAAACv4/SUs81ZlpZnE/s1600/Iron%2BBridge%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdpKAJN2ifQ/TeOVs3YszfI/AAAAAAAACv4/SUs81ZlpZnE/s320/Iron%2BBridge%2B003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612494158648102386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday they had a very, very long row. They saw turtles, loons, geese, and ducks.&lt;br /&gt;And the coaches let them gunnel up for a surprise breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPMaQDyBmro/TeOVyi3brII/AAAAAAAACwA/KLD2G60ioB4/s1600/Iron%2BBridge%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPMaQDyBmro/TeOVyi3brII/AAAAAAAACwA/KLD2G60ioB4/s320/Iron%2BBridge%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612494256219073666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great way to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-1095780836197403966?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/1095780836197403966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/06/mornings-on-water.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1095780836197403966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1095780836197403966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/06/mornings-on-water.html' title='Mornings on the water'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wZPj1x2uIU/TeOVaz0XEuI/AAAAAAAACvw/ebNbbcFURvE/s72-c/IMG_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-8493661467151150364</id><published>2011-06-01T05:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T05:48:00.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Audition Week</title><content type='html'>Last fall I wrote about &lt;a href="http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/08/audition.html"&gt;The Audition&lt;/a&gt;--one of the most difficult parenting moments we've had. Liz ended up in the Green Mountain Youth Symphony--something we weren't expecting. It turned out to be a wonderful experience for her. She has grown musically and socially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4lF396ZEJQ/TeOTFmV_ABI/AAAAAAAACvg/LM5NSDF4n7k/s1600/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4lF396ZEJQ/TeOTFmV_ABI/AAAAAAAACvg/LM5NSDF4n7k/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612491285035155474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had to re-audition this spring in order for the conductor to figure out which place she'll be in (and if he wanted her back). Here she is heading out the door for the audition. Quite a different scene from last year....thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I92e3I68mjU/TeOSnqftzhI/AAAAAAAACvY/ikttQ_6AQqo/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I92e3I68mjU/TeOSnqftzhI/AAAAAAAACvY/ikttQ_6AQqo/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612490770753637906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The conductor said she "nailed" her scale and liked the tricky song she had prepared for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W351RyitXds/TeOSg9h4hmI/AAAAAAAACvQ/zLZOMfzlN3M/s1600/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W351RyitXds/TeOSg9h4hmI/AAAAAAAACvQ/zLZOMfzlN3M/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612490655603918434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A happy, confident girl who made it back into GMYS, although we don't know which part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFqjDLJtJbc/TeOSYL0u-iI/AAAAAAAACvI/o_kjgt9LDcw/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFqjDLJtJbc/TeOSYL0u-iI/AAAAAAAACvI/o_kjgt9LDcw/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612490504822258210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was audition week for Helen as well. She tried out for both dancing and singing parts in the Winter Revels. She was very, very nervous. It is quite competitive to get into the Revels chorus. This year's show takes place in the court of Queen Elizabeth, so she had to learn and perform an Elizabethan dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgMWmgey5PM/TeOT1q4paEI/AAAAAAAACvo/iSD55nAeIFI/s1600/elizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgMWmgey5PM/TeOT1q4paEI/AAAAAAAACvo/iSD55nAeIFI/s320/elizabeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612492110888003650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She'll still probably be in the show, even if she doesn't make the cut because her Morris Dancing team will probably perform. She waits anxiously for the news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-8493661467151150364?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8493661467151150364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/06/audition-week.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8493661467151150364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8493661467151150364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/06/audition-week.html' title='Audition Week'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4lF396ZEJQ/TeOTFmV_ABI/AAAAAAAACvg/LM5NSDF4n7k/s72-c/IMG_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-2498493031479862083</id><published>2011-05-31T05:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T05:37:00.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Teaching History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUBPx2PpB1c/TeORmeDbMYI/AAAAAAAACvA/rsBCOsCe_z8/s1600/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsWGkKyIJg4/TeORG1mg2GI/AAAAAAAACu4/VubgO71tM4s/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3gegKCRG6E/TeOQ30kGCfI/AAAAAAAACuw/vlcPrMvBrwA/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been busy with hands-on-history this spring. Recently I took a group of teachers to Plimoth Plantation. We had been studying early exploration and I wanted them to jump from our book discussions to real life. Here we are on the Mayflower's tender getting ready to row about Plymouth Harbor. I'm in the front in the blue jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsmJ9BAMuQ4/TeOQSOTcnJI/AAAAAAAACuo/ljrJL1AU6Ew/s1600/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsmJ9BAMuQ4/TeOQSOTcnJI/AAAAAAAACuo/ljrJL1AU6Ew/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612488203385478290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kys2gtf8LL0/TeOQMokmKZI/AAAAAAAACug/FJYJPBSDS8w/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kys2gtf8LL0/TeOQMokmKZI/AAAAAAAACug/FJYJPBSDS8w/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612488107357514130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7LRD8Hcq80/TeOQG97qeGI/AAAAAAAACuY/Gm-Rg1QUAZE/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7LRD8Hcq80/TeOQG97qeGI/AAAAAAAACuY/Gm-Rg1QUAZE/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612488010012194914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ViHnrvPTX6A/TeOQAzqtycI/AAAAAAAACuQ/3Cc3X0zdOQA/s1600/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ViHnrvPTX6A/TeOQAzqtycI/AAAAAAAACuQ/3Cc3X0zdOQA/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612487904177539522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We managed to not hit any pleasure boats in the harbor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFOd3U16OsE/TeOP5ptK61I/AAAAAAAACuI/RHS2FEr1III/s1600/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFOd3U16OsE/TeOP5ptK61I/AAAAAAAACuI/RHS2FEr1III/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612487781244398418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We used a windlass to hoist a barrell on the Mayflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3gegKCRG6E/TeOQ30kGCfI/AAAAAAAACuw/vlcPrMvBrwA/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p3gegKCRG6E/TeOQ30kGCfI/AAAAAAAACuw/vlcPrMvBrwA/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612488849311009266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to eat ship's food--prunes, hard tack, salt pork, and candied ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsWGkKyIJg4/TeORG1mg2GI/AAAAAAAACu4/VubgO71tM4s/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsWGkKyIJg4/TeORG1mg2GI/AAAAAAAACu4/VubgO71tM4s/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612489107287627874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the big part? Spending the night on the Mayflower. What an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week found me out in the cemetery with artists and kids learning what historians can find in a cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUBPx2PpB1c/TeORmeDbMYI/AAAAAAAACvA/rsBCOsCe_z8/s1600/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUBPx2PpB1c/TeORmeDbMYI/AAAAAAAACvA/rsBCOsCe_z8/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612489650722255234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great Job I Have!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-2498493031479862083?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/2498493031479862083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/teaching-history.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/2498493031479862083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/2498493031479862083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/teaching-history.html' title='Teaching History'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GsmJ9BAMuQ4/TeOQSOTcnJI/AAAAAAAACuo/ljrJL1AU6Ew/s72-c/IMG_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-7827470277376156706</id><published>2011-05-30T08:16:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:31:55.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waldorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='main lesson'/><title type='text'>The Middle Ages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh3wEnAPHYI/TeOPCQJeiUI/AAAAAAAACuA/blASHjrT2Hg/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all enjoyed stepping back to the Middle Ages with Liz and her class this spring. They have studied history, learned traditional English folk songs, played Medieval tunes on the recorder, drawn castles, and acted ancient tales. Here are some highlights. My photos aren't super-great because I had to crop out kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They studied heraldry and designed their own coats-of-arms and shields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecKzjTSauP8/TeOMiMRc-3I/AAAAAAAACto/g804foKS7fM/s1600/DSC_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecKzjTSauP8/TeOMiMRc-3I/AAAAAAAACto/g804foKS7fM/s320/DSC_0359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612484079671638898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even P.E. took on a study of the Middle Ages~&lt;br /&gt;They learned to pillow-joust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5RXFQFyoN0/TeOMYgW8DTI/AAAAAAAACtg/KM08mGedv0Y/s1600/jousting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5RXFQFyoN0/TeOMYgW8DTI/AAAAAAAACtg/KM08mGedv0Y/s320/jousting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612483913264663858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They learned various forms of archery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXZTuZWykIU/TeOL1OTvbEI/AAAAAAAACtY/Pzlltyg2-MY/s1600/DSC_0217crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXZTuZWykIU/TeOL1OTvbEI/AAAAAAAACtY/Pzlltyg2-MY/s320/DSC_0217crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612483307123993666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They wrote their first biggish research reports.&lt;br /&gt;Liz took up the topic of "Peasants in the Middle Ages."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh3wEnAPHYI/TeOPCQJeiUI/AAAAAAAACuA/blASHjrT2Hg/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh3wEnAPHYI/TeOPCQJeiUI/AAAAAAAACuA/blASHjrT2Hg/s320/IMG_0226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612486829490997570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The culmination of the spring was the production of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robin Hood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqBNqBuF6ig/TeONFSBn_3I/AAAAAAAACtw/B58HTK1EvN4/s1600/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LqBNqBuF6ig/TeONFSBn_3I/AAAAAAAACtw/B58HTK1EvN4/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612484682511286130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz was King Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69v3sXGkYgs/TeONNRVa90I/AAAAAAAACt4/paHT_0_qOD8/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69v3sXGkYgs/TeONNRVa90I/AAAAAAAACt4/paHT_0_qOD8/s320/IMG_0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612484819764836162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a wonderful way to learn history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecKzjTSauP8/TeOMiMRc-3I/AAAAAAAACto/g804foKS7fM/s1600/DSC_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5RXFQFyoN0/TeOMYgW8DTI/AAAAAAAACtg/KM08mGedv0Y/s1600/jousting.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXZTuZWykIU/TeOL1OTvbEI/AAAAAAAACtY/Pzlltyg2-MY/s1600/DSC_0217crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-7827470277376156706?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/7827470277376156706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/middle-ages.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/7827470277376156706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/7827470277376156706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/middle-ages.html' title='The Middle Ages'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecKzjTSauP8/TeOMiMRc-3I/AAAAAAAACto/g804foKS7fM/s72-c/DSC_0359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-1085992183109064574</id><published>2011-05-23T16:54:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:13:37.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMO_ZQHTuJw/TdrNbI5dVXI/AAAAAAAACtQ/vjb_ejxxmOM/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our girl turned fifteen last week. We celebrated in little fits and spurts as it was a very busy time. Luckily for me, she wanted a Pepperidge Farm coconut cake....so we went the boxed cake route. Blasphemous, but sometimes one just has to have boxed cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PeLFBmmV_7k/TdrJ4wUUk_I/AAAAAAAACsY/fWdKwsJwUrw/s1600/P1020587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PeLFBmmV_7k/TdrJ4wUUk_I/AAAAAAAACsY/fWdKwsJwUrw/s320/P1020587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610018262723367922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past year has been so full of change for Helen. First she &lt;a href="http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-girl-is-graduating.html"&gt;graduated from the Waldorf School&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--u-nvxgPkw0/TdrKkfnIJfI/AAAAAAAACsg/G1-hKbR7T-c/s1600/100_2534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--u-nvxgPkw0/TdrKkfnIJfI/AAAAAAAACsg/G1-hKbR7T-c/s320/100_2534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610019014153086450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she went away from home for the first time &lt;a href="http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/07/travelogue-nous-avons-visite-helen.html"&gt;to sing with Village Harmony&lt;/a&gt;, touring for three weeks across Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B7AQmNzIb5c/TdrLnb9QBAI/AAAAAAAACso/a2oKAEZhXuc/s1600/IMG_3272%2Bvh%2Bpreforming%2Bin%2Bquebec%2Bcity%2B2010.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B7AQmNzIb5c/TdrLnb9QBAI/AAAAAAAACso/a2oKAEZhXuc/s320/IMG_3272%2Bvh%2Bpreforming%2Bin%2Bquebec%2Bcity%2B2010.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610020164223370242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She started high school, attending public school for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftSlMNtKcnc/TdrL7qn_b2I/AAAAAAAACsw/TRP9DYqwP60/s1600/IMG_3496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftSlMNtKcnc/TdrL7qn_b2I/AAAAAAAACsw/TRP9DYqwP60/s320/IMG_3496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610020511758118754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She joined the &lt;a href="http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/revels.html"&gt;backstage crew for the Christmas Revels&lt;/a&gt; and learned to make up the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2xqZuHud0c/TdrMJKYeW7I/AAAAAAAACs4/OnG8tNNFgUo/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2xqZuHud0c/TdrMJKYeW7I/AAAAAAAACs4/OnG8tNNFgUo/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610020743621270450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She joined the high school crew team, participating in organized sports for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Made new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4SL2ULFmtUM/TdrMnSA2tKI/AAAAAAAACtA/ENG3YRyXoOI/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4SL2ULFmtUM/TdrMnSA2tKI/AAAAAAAACtA/ENG3YRyXoOI/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610021261065761954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winning a silver metal at her first race (and continuing to place in the top 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DN4Td6-LjU/TdrM_U8lx2I/AAAAAAAACtI/PMs2OfBdLaA/s1600/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DN4Td6-LjU/TdrM_U8lx2I/AAAAAAAACtI/PMs2OfBdLaA/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610021674170042210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the while maintaining high honors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMO_ZQHTuJw/TdrNbI5dVXI/AAAAAAAACtQ/vjb_ejxxmOM/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMO_ZQHTuJw/TdrNbI5dVXI/AAAAAAAACtQ/vjb_ejxxmOM/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610022151972017522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday dear girl. We are so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-1085992183109064574?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/1085992183109064574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/fifteen.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1085992183109064574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1085992183109064574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/fifteen.html' title='Fifteen!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PeLFBmmV_7k/TdrJ4wUUk_I/AAAAAAAACsY/fWdKwsJwUrw/s72-c/P1020587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-8332560306486645210</id><published>2011-05-18T08:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T09:18:41.601-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waldorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Gather 'round the May Pole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It finally feels like spring in Vermont and last Friday we celebrated!&lt;br /&gt;Here is Elizabeth with her class launching the festivities with a Morris Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4q6umKJ3sKE/TdPE-S8nAXI/AAAAAAAACrg/LcDMVtGhUTk/s1600/DSCN0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4q6umKJ3sKE/TdPE-S8nAXI/AAAAAAAACrg/LcDMVtGhUTk/s320/DSCN0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608042535523385714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each class then performed increasingly intricate dances accompanied by Liz and friends on the fiddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4CzEuGpD1vU/TdPEvFhsgOI/AAAAAAAACrY/TL3bCwcghwU/s1600/DSCN0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4CzEuGpD1vU/TdPEvFhsgOI/AAAAAAAACrY/TL3bCwcghwU/s320/DSCN0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608042274222801122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the dancing we all visited and ate strawberry shortcake. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05pIFdaMudE/TdPEJmYL_-I/AAAAAAAACrQ/N-F53ltZQL8/s1600/DSCN0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05pIFdaMudE/TdPEJmYL_-I/AAAAAAAACrQ/N-F53ltZQL8/s320/DSCN0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608041630206263266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course there was lots of cuteness--spring chicks, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiOtNnPJdY4/TdPD5vN0GcI/AAAAAAAACrI/F3-stOWLdgk/s1600/DSCN0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiOtNnPJdY4/TdPD5vN0GcI/AAAAAAAACrI/F3-stOWLdgk/s320/DSCN0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608041357700766146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake walk is a beloved annual event--sort of like musical chairs, but children move around a big circle stepping on tiles. When the music ends, the leader pulls a little tile from a basket. Whoever is on the matching tile wins a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--j5pEqX66jM/TdPDs9raQ2I/AAAAAAAACrA/gPhLcPQHclk/s1600/DSCN0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CI6tIPWLrFw/TdPGFTCYN6I/AAAAAAAACrw/x6QGieyMIs0/s1600/DSCN0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CI6tIPWLrFw/TdPGFTCYN6I/AAAAAAAACrw/x6QGieyMIs0/s320/DSCN0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608043755318294434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most important event of all, though, is the debate between King Winter and Lady Spring about who is better.  They lead all the children off to a giant tug of war. Lady Spring ALWAYS wins (even if it means a few adults need to join in at the last second!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rDETNq_uzqg/TdPGcJjKtBI/AAAAAAAACr4/YD6usPy9bzE/s1600/IMG_2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rDETNq_uzqg/TdPGcJjKtBI/AAAAAAAACr4/YD6usPy9bzE/s320/IMG_2375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608044147908457490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;The year's at the spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; And day's at the morn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; Morning's at seven;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; The hillside's dew-pearled;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; The lark's on the wing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; The snail's on the thorn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; God's in His heaven -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; All's right with the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; ~Robert Browning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-8332560306486645210?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8332560306486645210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/gather-round-may-pole.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8332560306486645210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8332560306486645210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/gather-round-may-pole.html' title='Gather &apos;round the May Pole'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4q6umKJ3sKE/TdPE-S8nAXI/AAAAAAAACrg/LcDMVtGhUTk/s72-c/DSCN0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-999817286978935177</id><published>2011-05-11T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:42:30.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waldorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>The Medieval Games Tournament</title><content type='html'>The day after our &lt;a href="http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/squires-challenge.html"&gt;6th graders were knighted,&lt;/a&gt; they participated in a  Medieval games tournament and quest. They competed in archery, jousting, and other similar events. Liz broke the school record for flu-flu archery. She was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lunch put on by the parents--with this castle cake I made for dessert--they divided into pairs and went on a quest that tested the virtues of humility, kindness, generosity, and diligence. It was basically a treasure hunt with clues. At each stop around the school they had to solve a riddle and complete a task, collecting golden rings as they went.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VU237JeIOms/TckmK4RrJII/AAAAAAAACpI/h80UYLtXzow/s1600/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOkYd62XqXM/TcklyCMUwAI/AAAAAAAACpA/09D67WO_GUQ/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOkYd62XqXM/TcklyCMUwAI/AAAAAAAACpA/09D67WO_GUQ/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605052752751542274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of their big day, they gathered their shields and walked down to the field for a big secret capture the flag (medieval style) game. They had no idea that waiting for them was a huge crowd of parents, older siblings, and alums. Somehow, this event has been kept secret from the younger students at our school for years. Here we all are waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The high schoolers (and their parents) had so much fun reuniting during the wait. It was hard to get quiet when the kids were approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cofNQdffaT4/TckmXX7XkCI/AAAAAAAACpQ/MSxYo7_VM4k/s1600/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cofNQdffaT4/TckmXX7XkCI/AAAAAAAACpQ/MSxYo7_VM4k/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605053394241163298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they approach, cresting the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQbIkm55FmM/Tckme9377AI/AAAAAAAACpY/LbofAto9rAw/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQbIkm55FmM/Tckme9377AI/AAAAAAAACpY/LbofAto9rAw/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605053524686400514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were so surprised to see us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3AXPAJFz6CY/Tckln0-XwmI/AAAAAAAACo4/Q-4h4sjUmGE/s1600/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3AXPAJFz6CY/Tckln0-XwmI/AAAAAAAACo4/Q-4h4sjUmGE/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605052577404666466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parents and siblings tied ribbons onto the 6th graders so they would know what teams they were on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mtT1_tCEcZQ/TcklfJpGGqI/AAAAAAAACow/4TMkhsadcgE/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mtT1_tCEcZQ/TcklfJpGGqI/AAAAAAAACow/4TMkhsadcgE/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605052428333750946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is just a few of the people on the field. What a beautiful spring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VU237JeIOms/TckmK4RrJII/AAAAAAAACpI/h80UYLtXzow/s1600/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VU237JeIOms/TckmK4RrJII/AAAAAAAACpI/h80UYLtXzow/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605053179586356354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow were we all tired by the end of this great afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;It is such a huge game, with parts for all, that parents were able to dip in and out and the game just went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJgnD9xfS4E/TckztzIzSXI/AAAAAAAACpg/KWAvNCN44VE/s1600/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJgnD9xfS4E/TckztzIzSXI/AAAAAAAACpg/KWAvNCN44VE/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605068073153546610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz is excited for next year when she gets to be part of the big secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-999817286978935177?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/999817286978935177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/medieval-games-tournament.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/999817286978935177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/999817286978935177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/medieval-games-tournament.html' title='The Medieval Games Tournament'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOkYd62XqXM/TcklyCMUwAI/AAAAAAAACpA/09D67WO_GUQ/s72-c/IMG_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-3814042430068742641</id><published>2011-05-11T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T09:31:17.330-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waldorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>The Squire's Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43dshciA1Rg/Tck35vSng0I/AAAAAAAACp4/l4NgAPwli0A/s1600/IMG_2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43dshciA1Rg/Tck35vSng0I/AAAAAAAACp4/l4NgAPwli0A/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605072676325917506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thou must do good works.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten hours of community service must be accomplished before thy knighthood shall be achieved.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thou must find an elder to vouchsafe and sponsor thee, and to speak for they good name.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou must represent thy heritage with a family crest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thou must fashion a sword with which to be knighted.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall uphold a vow of silence on the eve of thine knighthood.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall compete in a tournament of medieval games and embark on a quest, requiring the eyes of an eagle, the cunning of a fox, and the courage of a lion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These were the tasks for Liz over the past few weeks and she rose to the challenge admirably. She sorted clothing at a thrift shop, worked on files at the music center, participated in Green Up day, helped with a concert, and played her violin for the first grade play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a sword and designed a shield with a crest that defined herself and she got up the courage to ask an adult in our community to be her sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XmqRQPhkUK8/Tck2pMC_6aI/AAAAAAAACpo/Z1Yjsdvbxt0/s1600/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XmqRQPhkUK8/Tck2pMC_6aI/AAAAAAAACpo/Z1Yjsdvbxt0/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605071292475632034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After completing their tasks, Liz and her class were "knighted" in a beautiful ceremony. The whole idea behind the ceremony and ensuing games is to recognize  that the 6th graders are becoming adolescents...that the adult world  recognizes them, welcomes their contributions, and supports them in  their challenges...and that they are now part of the middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fltgiCd_zo/Tck4rnavi-I/AAAAAAAACqI/QL4JKtnVI1Q/s1600/IMG_2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fltgiCd_zo/Tck4rnavi-I/AAAAAAAACqI/QL4JKtnVI1Q/s320/IMG_2307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605073533205973986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ceremony involves beautiful music sung by the students and a King and Queen who solemnly ask the students to step forward one at a time and explain why they are there. The students' explanations were given in English, French, or German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is a solemn, quiet, beautiful ceremony that invites the students each to step out alone and speak up for himself, yet at the same time have a sponsor then stand up saying s/he will be of support--just what adolescents need to do and hear. Here are the new knights of the realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd1VbOQDRwA/Tck4NavB2HI/AAAAAAAACqA/fKB2Qchwzv0/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd1VbOQDRwA/Tck4NavB2HI/AAAAAAAACqA/fKB2Qchwzv0/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605073014405322866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is with her sponsor, lips pressed tightly together as her vow of silence had begun.&lt;br /&gt;She was so happy and proud, yet couldn't speak which I like to think left her with some time for her own thoughts through the night and next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxKkETjwzi4/Tck3d2DvZgI/AAAAAAAACpw/qv5apm9l5KE/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxKkETjwzi4/Tck3d2DvZgI/AAAAAAAACpw/qv5apm9l5KE/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605072197106230786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a wonderful right of passage for these children.&lt;br /&gt;Gaudeamus Hodie we have an official middle schooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd1VbOQDRwA/Tck4NavB2HI/AAAAAAAACqA/fKB2Qchwzv0/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6569172028748385982-3814042430068742641?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/3814042430068742641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/squires-challenge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/3814042430068742641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/3814042430068742641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/squires-challenge.html' title='The Squire&apos;s Challenge'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43dshciA1Rg/Tck35vSng0I/AAAAAAAACp4/l4NgAPwli0A/s72-c/IMG_2282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-6971212418257522177</id><published>2011-05-09T14:11:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:22:40.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April brought....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elizabeth's Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgvwe-TfTcM/Tcgue3OeVhI/AAAAAAAACoI/RbfJzMh8F_A/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgvwe-TfTcM/Tcgue3OeVhI/AAAAAAAACoI/RbfJzMh8F_A/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604780844018193938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A trip to Gettysburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLTUFSlWMTY/TcguyM9d4kI/AAAAAAAACoQ/6lAgOxQLkC4/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLTUFSlWMTY/TcguyM9d4kI/AAAAAAAACoQ/6lAgOxQLkC4/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604781176269955650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter with extended family by the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8KXpLXA2VeM/TcgvQ6Qh2RI/AAAAAAAACoY/OgErOougNpg/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8KXpLXA2VeM/TcgvQ6Qh2RI/AAAAAAAACoY/OgErOougNpg/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604781703825578258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New family media rules bringing more time for leisurely afternoons of Scrabble and other such fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OecujrUNO8Y/TcgvxPLyznI/AAAAAAAACog/GDD3Z1tx2JY/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OecujrUNO8Y/TcgvxPLyznI/AAAAAAAACog/GDD3Z1tx2JY/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604782259198676594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And our final Vermont Symphony concert of the year.  Yo-Yo Ma was guest performer (and stayed at our hotel). Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWolvXN-VWA/TcgwSB2OO_I/AAAAAAAACoo/bfUZ8vQhr1c/s1600/bilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWolvXN-VWA/TcgwSB2OO_I/AAAAAAAACoo/bfUZ8vQhr1c/s320/bilde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604782822554221554" 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/6569172028748385982-6971212418257522177?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/6971212418257522177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-brought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6971212418257522177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6971212418257522177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-brought.html' title='April brought....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgvwe-TfTcM/Tcgue3OeVhI/AAAAAAAACoI/RbfJzMh8F_A/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-544463063337357259</id><published>2011-04-29T13:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:15:30.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Easter Changes</title><content type='html'>Each year we have given the girls little wooden bunnies. We have so many now that we were able to have a parade down the table. I decided we had enough and skipped getting them this year only to have Helen wistfully remark that she hoped the Easter Bunny would bring a little wooden rabbit like usual.  Oh Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53E6kqxhcLg/TbrvidU3XgI/AAAAAAAACn4/w59vXoaZWXc/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53E6kqxhcLg/TbrvidU3XgI/AAAAAAAACn4/w59vXoaZWXc/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601052461855366658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also decided that the girls were too old for the usual stuffed bunny. Our Easter basket tradition doesn't include gifts aside from the bunny, so I was a bit stumped at what to do. I ended up getting &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Haikubes-Forrest-Pruzan/dp/0811869385"&gt;Haikubes&lt;/a&gt; and creating haikus next to their baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-biuIvv1SBSg/TbrwgRnEPcI/AAAAAAAACoA/nmBtVUt129c/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-biuIvv1SBSg/TbrwgRnEPcI/AAAAAAAACoA/nmBtVUt129c/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601053523862371778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are certainly at a transition point with the Easter basket tradition. The only thing I did figure out is that the little wooden bunnies must continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-544463063337357259?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/544463063337357259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-changes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/544463063337357259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/544463063337357259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-changes.html' title='Easter Changes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53E6kqxhcLg/TbrvidU3XgI/AAAAAAAACn4/w59vXoaZWXc/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5063894017621924823</id><published>2011-04-29T12:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:01:57.581-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Connecting to the Civil War</title><content type='html'>I spend quite a bit of time with students helping them connect local  people and stories to significant events in history. One project I do is  to find Civil War soldiers in local cemeteries, then work with kids to  research their soldiers' experiences in the war.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S6KduJ9va2E/TbrsVk_b0LI/AAAAAAAACnI/QKUfNdEBNp0/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZxrW_3S3Fo/TbrrjXlRk1I/AAAAAAAACnA/uwyIspXbWco/s1600/IMAG0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZxrW_3S3Fo/TbrrjXlRk1I/AAAAAAAACnA/uwyIspXbWco/s320/IMAG0091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601048079446938450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I took the girls on a trip to Gettysburg. I had never been and am considering bringing a group of teachers there next summer. At first we had a bit of trouble negotiating around all the tourists, movies, and ghost walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUVHdDXu72k/TbrrRdV-m0I/AAAAAAAACm4/F2bo9PWOMJA/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUVHdDXu72k/TbrrRdV-m0I/AAAAAAAACm4/F2bo9PWOMJA/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601047771755748162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But slowly the mystical chords of Gettysburg began to whisper to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S6KduJ9va2E/TbrsVk_b0LI/AAAAAAAACnI/QKUfNdEBNp0/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S6KduJ9va2E/TbrsVk_b0LI/AAAAAAAACnI/QKUfNdEBNp0/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601048942039781554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found ourselves thinking hard about why people fight and wondering when or if it is ever worth the carnage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFV09OFkQ9Y/TbrsvrKuCRI/AAAAAAAACnQ/XlQezq2CRqw/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFV09OFkQ9Y/TbrsvrKuCRI/AAAAAAAACnQ/XlQezq2CRqw/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601049390374324498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We explored the impact of war on civilians at the&lt;a href="http://www.shriverhouse.org/About_The_Museum.html"&gt; Shriver House&lt;/a&gt; and read a memoir written by this little girl as she told of living through a horrifying experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOd6Pj_kK7Y/TbruPPiz9oI/AAAAAAAACno/b62Qx_VuGJI/s1600/imag005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOd6Pj_kK7Y/TbruPPiz9oI/AAAAAAAACno/b62Qx_VuGJI/s400/imag005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601051032226625154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Um8XAFNxnzg/TbrulogVBnI/AAAAAAAACnw/MD_hz10Gsmw/s1600/imag002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Um8XAFNxnzg/TbrulogVBnI/AAAAAAAACnw/MD_hz10Gsmw/s320/imag002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601051416884217458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was an amazing experience filled with opportunities to have history have real meaning, real lessons for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-5063894017621924823?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5063894017621924823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/04/gettysburg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5063894017621924823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5063894017621924823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/04/gettysburg.html' title='Connecting to the Civil War'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZxrW_3S3Fo/TbrrjXlRk1I/AAAAAAAACnA/uwyIspXbWco/s72-c/IMAG0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5542037642077718178</id><published>2011-04-14T12:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T12:56:46.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Concert</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Elizabeth was in the Green Mountain Youth Symphony spring concert. It was a gala affair with performances at two different opera houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IFmfeufxTzI/TachVzCYbXI/AAAAAAAACmU/7JCMhJXtsFE/s1600/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IFmfeufxTzI/TachVzCYbXI/AAAAAAAACmU/7JCMhJXtsFE/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595477720392297842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is during the warm-up (front right)&lt;br /&gt;When she walked out onstage I didn't recognize her because someone had french-braided her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3LHRznD6ko/TachoOylbwI/AAAAAAAACmc/l4jt3IoLYnA/s1600/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--3LHRznD6ko/TachoOylbwI/AAAAAAAACmc/l4jt3IoLYnA/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595478037079879426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had the most fantastic weekend.  Her photo was in the paper, she got to play some really difficult music that she had practiced for hours and hours, and she had a lot of fun downtime with the kids in the orchestra.  People have told me over the years how wonderful being in a symphony can be. I get it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her orchestra has been invited to be the North American representative to &lt;a href="http://www.eurochestries.org/en/index.php"&gt;Eurorchestries&lt;/a&gt;, a European festival to be held in Quebec City this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Liz performing a medley from Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b8eb1447f6d680f4" 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://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8eb1447f6d680f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330090209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D368408183B3C8ECDFB85735D620D7AF52F4E432C.5D566F6F3B1AEFAA19EDDBAF5DA5D540D98958C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8eb1447f6d680f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeaSU7E7Tdyajd_y21d45bqsJRhw&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://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8eb1447f6d680f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330090209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D368408183B3C8ECDFB85735D620D7AF52F4E432C.5D566F6F3B1AEFAA19EDDBAF5DA5D540D98958C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8eb1447f6d680f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeaSU7E7Tdyajd_y21d45bqsJRhw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spring is such a busy time for us. Coming up are concerts, a sixth-grade  play (Robin Hood), crew regattas (every weekend), a knighting ceremony,  and a May Fair. &lt;br /&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/6569172028748385982-5542037642077718178?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5542037642077718178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-concert.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5542037642077718178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5542037642077718178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-concert.html' title='Spring Concert'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IFmfeufxTzI/TachVzCYbXI/AAAAAAAACmU/7JCMhJXtsFE/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-1800783087652281523</id><published>2011-04-01T08:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:19:16.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March brought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GH0AVmQgc4/TZXP7MJiFBI/AAAAAAAACmM/mgW1LemLNMc/s1600/Picture%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of snow and real cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cH68oDqA58s/TZXJAtPGiQI/AAAAAAAAClc/h3rasPSzFUM/s1600/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cH68oDqA58s/TZXJAtPGiQI/AAAAAAAAClc/h3rasPSzFUM/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590595526430460162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A trip to the symphony&lt;br /&gt;Bella Hristova played a beautiful Dvorak Concerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Cgu16sZ1o/TZXJ72h3M3I/AAAAAAAAClk/9Ul0Eg4oe4c/s1600/masterworks4_show_page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Cgu16sZ1o/TZXJ72h3M3I/AAAAAAAAClk/9Ul0Eg4oe4c/s320/masterworks4_show_page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590596542537347954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helen's high school masterworks concert--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vivaldi's Gloria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VmX5oICagDc/TZXN2svB29I/AAAAAAAACl8/bUwb_YS5_TI/s1600/HHS_orch_330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VmX5oICagDc/TZXN2svB29I/AAAAAAAACl8/bUwb_YS5_TI/s320/HHS_orch_330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590600852055382994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of crew&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe they start out on the river next week? Brrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFkMKTCsAuM/TZXL6KjtDLI/AAAAAAAACl0/MMOuCX38wEg/s1600/5313463671_8cb960883e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFkMKTCsAuM/TZXL6KjtDLI/AAAAAAAACl0/MMOuCX38wEg/s320/5313463671_8cb960883e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590598712577297586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A much-needed getaway to Maine with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HB0b3yIKZtw/TZXORBYnP5I/AAAAAAAACmE/fSIP3YClt_A/s1600/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HB0b3yIKZtw/TZXORBYnP5I/AAAAAAAACmE/fSIP3YClt_A/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590601304275107730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2008/05/hear-ye-hear-ye.html"&gt;The Squire's Challenge&lt;/a&gt;--issued to the 6th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GH0AVmQgc4/TZXP7MJiFBI/AAAAAAAACmM/mgW1LemLNMc/s1600/Picture%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GH0AVmQgc4/TZXP7MJiFBI/AAAAAAAACmM/mgW1LemLNMc/s320/Picture%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590603128230777874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flu&lt;br /&gt;a Father with a broken pelvis&lt;br /&gt;a Father-in-Law with brain surgery&lt;br /&gt;a desperate wish for spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xmS9h-MOE8/TZXKPbblpGI/AAAAAAAACls/58l5HpFgBkk/s1600/Narcissus-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xmS9h-MOE8/TZXKPbblpGI/AAAAAAAACls/58l5HpFgBkk/s320/Narcissus-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590596878860657762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/SGR/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-1800783087652281523?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/1800783087652281523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/04/march-brought.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1800783087652281523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1800783087652281523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/04/march-brought.html' title='March brought...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cH68oDqA58s/TZXJAtPGiQI/AAAAAAAAClc/h3rasPSzFUM/s72-c/IMG_0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-8002992044765080804</id><published>2011-03-24T16:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T08:08:42.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a College Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02uFt1SpjJM/TYyFmp2GHZI/AAAAAAAAClU/m7s9MU_a--4/s1600/2691010866_3f8a2ace34.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week the girls have really been able to take advantage of the facilities at Dartmouth. Helen has begun crew. They are spending every day rowing in the Dartmouth crew tanks. This tiny picture is the only one I could find online of the tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Be1g9J-18ng/TYur-gn_KCI/AAAAAAAACk0/zKMkbQAB_C4/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Be1g9J-18ng/TYur-gn_KCI/AAAAAAAACk0/zKMkbQAB_C4/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 66px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Be1g9J-18ng/TYur-gn_KCI/AAAAAAAACk0/zKMkbQAB_C4/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587748853081122850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As soon as the water warms up....maybe July?....they will be out on the beautiful Connecticut River. Believe it or not the high school team has its own boats and is building a boathouse.  One aspect of Waldorf education that Helen has really missed is the daily morning workout before classes. She has missed being outside in the fresh air before settling down to academic work.  Crew, with its 5:15 a.m. start, should help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAdRfnuvwog/TYusMh5hx0I/AAAAAAAACk8/jrHF5Gc8PDs/s1600/image_888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAdRfnuvwog/TYusMh5hx0I/AAAAAAAACk8/jrHF5Gc8PDs/s400/image_888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587749093941299010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the college boathouse. They can use it in the summer in a special camp if they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02uFt1SpjJM/TYyFmp2GHZI/AAAAAAAAClU/m7s9MU_a--4/s1600/2691010866_3f8a2ace34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02uFt1SpjJM/TYyFmp2GHZI/AAAAAAAAClU/m7s9MU_a--4/s320/2691010866_3f8a2ace34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587988136774213010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Helen's school has been in "March Intensive" where kids get to take lots of mini-courses. Yesterday her class went to special collections at the Dartmouth library to look at old documents. She was thrilled to get to hold a letter written by George Washington. The library is interesting--they built a glass box inside the old building to hold the temperature and humidity sensitive materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ny-3kq7duks/TYusTjO2VfI/AAAAAAAAClE/5kpTJYF5wKY/s1600/3409569586_ebb9e964f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ny-3kq7duks/TYusTjO2VfI/AAAAAAAAClE/5kpTJYF5wKY/s400/3409569586_ebb9e964f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587749214558246386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz went with her class to this beautiful chapel at Dartmouth which is "a house of prayer for all nations." They attended a muslim prayer service as part of their study of Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHL03dkMe2E/TYut-0uhayI/AAAAAAAAClM/NuTNNpKQ1IY/s1600/rollins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHL03dkMe2E/TYut-0uhayI/AAAAAAAAClM/NuTNNpKQ1IY/s400/rollins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587751057500498722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year Helen has also taken a class at the college art museum, sketched in the library, and become thoroughly familiar with their theater department.  When Liz and Helen are seniors, they will have the opportunity to take classes at Dartmouth if the high school can't provide for them something they might want.  We are indeed fortunate to live here (even if we are mired in March mud and snow).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-8002992044765080804?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8002992044765080804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/03/living-in-college-community.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8002992044765080804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8002992044765080804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/03/living-in-college-community.html' title='Living in a College Community'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Be1g9J-18ng/TYur-gn_KCI/AAAAAAAACk0/zKMkbQAB_C4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-8371724935269834375</id><published>2011-03-23T08:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T12:25:41.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the best of March in Vermont</title><content type='html'>While the rest of the world is enjoying the first crocuses and daffodils, we are looking out at 2 feet of snow and very muddy roads.  My neighbor created this video to combat the cabin fever. I can't figure out how to embed a facebook video, so you'll just have to &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150160949031948&amp;amp;comments"&gt;click to see.&lt;/a&gt; Stick with it. My favorite part is when he dances away. --well, sadly you can't see it.  Maybe I'll get my girls to make a similar video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TIME FOR THE SNOW TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6uuEUcZYd4/TYntr2slZhI/AAAAAAAACks/MF91wf1DZfs/s1600/IMG_2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6uuEUcZYd4/TYntr2slZhI/AAAAAAAACks/MF91wf1DZfs/s320/IMG_2533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587258150402483730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sigh...2 - 5" arriving tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-8371724935269834375?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8371724935269834375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/03/making-best-of-march-in-vermont.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8371724935269834375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8371724935269834375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/03/making-best-of-march-in-vermont.html' title='Making the best of March in Vermont'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6uuEUcZYd4/TYntr2slZhI/AAAAAAAACks/MF91wf1DZfs/s72-c/IMG_2533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-4489983367273633111</id><published>2011-03-17T08:08:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T09:07:46.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>On the Edge of the Sea</title><content type='html'>Even though the sun is shining more strongly and the roof beginning to melt, there is still 2 feet of snow in our yard. Last weekend we escaped to Maine with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FpUYXoajjcc/TYH8EM9rq9I/AAAAAAAACjQ/WO-2IGqbSb0/s1600/HALCYON-YARN-STORE-PICTURE.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7alav2wPwog/TYH6jowN5YI/AAAAAAAACiw/JC_OFASeymk/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7alav2wPwog/TYH6jowN5YI/AAAAAAAACiw/JC_OFASeymk/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585020503058146690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We began our visit at the beach which was gloriously bright and windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8qQpPeaYNw/TYH6dNGdzsI/AAAAAAAACio/kNhzuuhTYgM/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8qQpPeaYNw/TYH6dNGdzsI/AAAAAAAACio/kNhzuuhTYgM/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585020392556056258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The surf was spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGH0OlOLoTE/TYH6KEB9OVI/AAAAAAAACiY/ynOeTxUQw9k/s1600/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGH0OlOLoTE/TYH6KEB9OVI/AAAAAAAACiY/ynOeTxUQw9k/s320/IMG_0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585020063703710034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls found lots of sand dollars. They are such treasures to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XVP2U8aoEo4/TYH_YUjBcwI/AAAAAAAACjY/tEMYXgPMy_E/s1600/sand-dollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XVP2U8aoEo4/TYH_YUjBcwI/AAAAAAAACjY/tEMYXgPMy_E/s320/sand-dollar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585025806213673730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PQZeqvo-fE/TYH6EVBWW-I/AAAAAAAACiQ/R0qwjDLwG4c/s1600/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PQZeqvo-fE/TYH6EVBWW-I/AAAAAAAACiQ/R0qwjDLwG4c/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585019965185350626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the beach and a lunch of hot chowder and lobster stew, we moved on to our most favorite shop in Maine--Halcyon Yarn.&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun! After awhile the guys quietly disappeared up the street for a coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FpUYXoajjcc/TYH8EM9rq9I/AAAAAAAACjQ/WO-2IGqbSb0/s1600/HALCYON-YARN-STORE-PICTURE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FpUYXoajjcc/TYH8EM9rq9I/AAAAAAAACjQ/WO-2IGqbSb0/s320/HALCYON-YARN-STORE-PICTURE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585022162045742034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz choose the makings for this &lt;a href="http://halcyonyarn.com/products/Patterns/122000SP.html"&gt;Spring Simplicity&lt;/a&gt; scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiOiQglKUl4/TYH75qOoFcI/AAAAAAAACjI/atMOsSSzZNc/s1600/122000SP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OiOiQglKUl4/TYH75qOoFcI/AAAAAAAACjI/atMOsSSzZNc/s320/122000SP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585021980922877378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to try the &lt;a href="http://halcyonyarn.com/products/patterns/2210000p.html"&gt;Alpine Topper.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs2ojEHCmyc/TYH7yoOd_PI/AAAAAAAACjA/GmMhedYEXhg/s1600/ALPINE-TOPPER-PARTY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs2ojEHCmyc/TYH7yoOd_PI/AAAAAAAACjA/GmMhedYEXhg/s320/ALPINE-TOPPER-PARTY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585021860126260466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helen purchased the makings for a felted camera bag of her own design. My friend chose a &lt;a href="http://halcyonyarn.com/products/patterns/40600211.html"&gt;sweater pattern&lt;/a&gt; for her shivering dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGngIkExt-Q/TYIDvd7lUwI/AAAAAAAACkU/bN8xBAuUewY/s1600/1627dandydogsweaters211-new.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGngIkExt-Q/TYIDvd7lUwI/AAAAAAAACkU/bN8xBAuUewY/s320/1627dandydogsweaters211-new.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585030601916109570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally met the guys at the coffee shop and soon yarn was draped everywhere as we began winding it into balls.   The guys helped. You gotta love yarn-friendly husbands. We met some knitters who invited us to join their knitting group at the library. &lt;a href="http://www.lovelyworld.typepad.com/"&gt;Maribeth-&lt;/a&gt;-if you're reading this, you might recognize a friend in this photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0oAJh4d4g-4/TYH6qFu_4kI/AAAAAAAACi4/-ZF1RYaSdyE/s1600/IMAG0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0oAJh4d4g-4/TYH6qFu_4kI/AAAAAAAACi4/-ZF1RYaSdyE/s320/IMAG0542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585020613916877378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night we played Shanghai Rummy for hours. We all madly knit in between hands. Liz beat us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7alav2wPwog/TYH6jowN5YI/AAAAAAAACiw/JC_OFASeymk/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s07aG-SRptY/TYIEziOq5hI/AAAAAAAACkc/0MKG9zSnzGg/s1600/play-shanghai-300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s07aG-SRptY/TYIEziOq5hI/AAAAAAAACkc/0MKG9zSnzGg/s320/play-shanghai-300x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585031771301013010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday we awoke to a beautiful sunrise, a bit of Bach, and more knitting. It was a quiet morning.&lt;br /&gt;I sat with my journal and Rachel Carson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Edge of the Sea&lt;/span&gt;. She has such wise things to say about this earth of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19pW1owG6Nk/TYICYkOB6FI/AAAAAAAACkM/OwgyWSb1ti4/s1600/27343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19pW1owG6Nk/TYICYkOB6FI/AAAAAAAACkM/OwgyWSb1ti4/s320/27343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585029108955474002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even had tea delivered to me by the edge of the sea. How great is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9If8C6LawA/TYIG76QiBGI/AAAAAAAACkk/bjg0P68iV0A/s1600/IMG_20110313_112852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9If8C6LawA/TYIG76QiBGI/AAAAAAAACkk/bjg0P68iV0A/s320/IMG_20110313_112852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585034114213479522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was hard to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dear friends for sharing this special place with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsoqfWAHfEs/TYIA7wRUFTI/AAAAAAAACj4/p5de5wR5Wr4/s1600/hermit_islnd_beach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsoqfWAHfEs/TYIA7wRUFTI/AAAAAAAACj4/p5de5wR5Wr4/s320/hermit_islnd_beach3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585027514462639410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12Z0UqtPDR0/TYH6Us-cH0I/AAAAAAAACig/h98OXhR2Jfo/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGH0OlOLoTE/TYH6KEB9OVI/AAAAAAAACiY/ynOeTxUQw9k/s1600/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PQZeqvo-fE/TYH6EVBWW-I/AAAAAAAACiQ/R0qwjDLwG4c/s1600/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-4489983367273633111?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4489983367273633111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-edge-of-sea.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4489983367273633111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4489983367273633111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-edge-of-sea.html' title='On the Edge of the Sea'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7alav2wPwog/TYH6jowN5YI/AAAAAAAACiw/JC_OFASeymk/s72-c/IMG_0468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-4121160740461574074</id><published>2011-03-02T13:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T06:44:37.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are My Hands Clean?</title><content type='html'>Last week Liz overheard me listening to &lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/sweet-honey-in-the-rock/tracks/are-my-hands-clean--840319"&gt;Are My Hands Clean&lt;/a&gt; by Sweet Honey in the Rock (&lt;a href="http://thepurloinedletter.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-my-hands-clean.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt;). This song tells the story of the making of a shirt from the picking of the cotton to its purchase at Sears and all the stops in between. We were inspired to map the song and had an interesting time trying out Google Maps. Here's the &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=215944815179492857015.00049d1c0794a666e0824&amp;amp;ll=28.149503,-78.486328&amp;amp;spn=40.445231,69.082031&amp;amp;z=4"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; with the descriptions for each of our little tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=215944815179492857015.00049d1c0794a666e0824&amp;amp;ll=28.921631,-75.234375&amp;amp;spn=52.471601,74.707031&amp;amp;z=3&amp;amp;output=embed" frameborder="0" height="350" scrolling="no" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=215944815179492857015.00049d1c0794a666e0824&amp;amp;ll=28.921631,-75.234375&amp;amp;spn=52.471601,74.707031&amp;amp;z=3&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;Are My Hands Clean&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became very interested in Sweatshops and we went online to read a bit more about them. We had toured the &lt;a href="http://www.tenement.org/"&gt;Tenement Museum&lt;/a&gt; in New York City last year, so she had an understanding of sweatshops from the past, but hadn't realized that they still exist in the world today.  We looked at the labels on all our clothing and discovered they were made in China, India, and El Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She immediately began to create a poster to inform her classmates about sweatshops. At first she focused on the "bad" companies and "what not to buy", but I had her shift gears and think more positive about locally made, hand-made, fair trade and "what to buy" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKO8reLolqQ/TW6OFFkn5AI/AAAAAAAAChk/o_1gHrjnIsc/s1600/fair-trade-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKO8reLolqQ/TW6OFFkn5AI/AAAAAAAAChk/o_1gHrjnIsc/s320/fair-trade-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579553206404899842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then thought about what happens to our clothing after we are finished with it. We watched &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/independentlens/tshirttravels/film.html"&gt;T-Shirt Travels&lt;/a&gt;, an amazing film about the impact of the used clothing trade on Zambia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esoWaDJlPOA/TW6NN--IbMI/AAAAAAAAChc/rlcrtoKsODs/s1600/Used-clothes-from-Brazil-396126-396126-440984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esoWaDJlPOA/TW6NN--IbMI/AAAAAAAAChc/rlcrtoKsODs/s320/Used-clothes-from-Brazil-396126-396126-440984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579552259740036290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon investigation into our global economy was powerful for Liz. She spent a lot of time thinking about it, writing about it, and sharing her thoughts and poster with her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by chance, Nels and I were reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Colombo-Bay-Richard-Pollak/dp/1416568107/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1299091479&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Colombo Bay &lt;/a&gt;where the author rides on a container ship from China to New York City via the Suez Canal. Fascinating view of globalization and the world economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AtbWzOGkjXU/TW6QTqyMOWI/AAAAAAAAChs/D_dqCudjhNs/s1600/51Nr3PI9pbL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AtbWzOGkjXU/TW6QTqyMOWI/AAAAAAAAChs/D_dqCudjhNs/s320/51Nr3PI9pbL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579555655935342946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I was on the right track with my teacher workshop project because Liz was so immediately drawn in to the topic, materials, and story. Now I'm linking the concept of "are my hands clean" to "were their hands clean" as I help students and teachers realize that people in the North were intricately caught up in the triangular trade and slavery in similar ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-4121160740461574074?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4121160740461574074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-my-hands-clean.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4121160740461574074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4121160740461574074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-my-hands-clean.html' title='Are My Hands Clean?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKO8reLolqQ/TW6OFFkn5AI/AAAAAAAAChk/o_1gHrjnIsc/s72-c/fair-trade-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-8990474426873631551</id><published>2011-03-01T08:42:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T08:57:09.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>February brought....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cozy snow days by the fire with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1il-K-mrfn0/TWz5gsy6jLI/AAAAAAAAChU/6dfQaQd_TJs/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1il-K-mrfn0/TWz5gsy6jLI/AAAAAAAAChU/6dfQaQd_TJs/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579108378581044402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way too much fun freaking out the squirrels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvdynb_-S_E/TWz5Czi9YHI/AAAAAAAAChE/QBmpsWASirA/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeS1As6L7ys/TWz5VP0m2sI/AAAAAAAAChM/M9EQqmZh2kI/s320/IMG_0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579108181824953026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Lemony Candlemas Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fnIbAdexxi8/TWz44EuBcvI/AAAAAAAACg8/OUhekmhzMHM/s1600/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fnIbAdexxi8/TWz44EuBcvI/AAAAAAAACg8/OUhekmhzMHM/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579107680628339442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Origami Valentines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeL-rNU6P3k/TWz4vg_fmzI/AAAAAAAACg0/RunE3_iRfMo/s1600/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeL-rNU6P3k/TWz4vg_fmzI/AAAAAAAACg0/RunE3_iRfMo/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579107533598989106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A birthday girl&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvdynb_-S_E/TWz5Czi9YHI/AAAAAAAAChE/QBmpsWASirA/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvdynb_-S_E/TWz5Czi9YHI/AAAAAAAAChE/QBmpsWASirA/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579107864997093490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Tea-Party on Snowshoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HXqPiA7ePto/TWz4pNrMxII/AAAAAAAACgs/sqoAZkdG-ec/s1600/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HXqPiA7ePto/TWz4pNrMxII/AAAAAAAACgs/sqoAZkdG-ec/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579107425334379650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little getaway from the daily grind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcjWeUIxaPQ/TWz4imTSyKI/AAAAAAAACgk/9Vebny-sgNo/s1600/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcjWeUIxaPQ/TWz4imTSyKI/AAAAAAAACgk/9Vebny-sgNo/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579107311685912738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cross-Country Skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLfuWAV6UgQ/TWz4b9MT_oI/AAAAAAAACgc/jF81qFw9rZc/s1600/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fLfuWAV6UgQ/TWz4b9MT_oI/AAAAAAAACgc/jF81qFw9rZc/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579107197571563138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Triage on the roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vQkD8FXD7g/TWz4Of20LiI/AAAAAAAACgU/r1fy1Wu80bM/s1600/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vQkD8FXD7g/TWz4Of20LiI/AAAAAAAACgU/r1fy1Wu80bM/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579106966358470178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-8990474426873631551?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8990474426873631551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-brought.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8990474426873631551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8990474426873631551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-brought.html' title='February brought....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1il-K-mrfn0/TWz5gsy6jLI/AAAAAAAAChU/6dfQaQd_TJs/s72-c/IMG_0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-8482388073099010804</id><published>2011-02-22T08:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:09:25.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book Talk</title><content type='html'>I have been immersed in the art world during these cold winter months and have some books to share--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hare with Amber Eyes &lt;/span&gt;is a family memoir where the author traces an inherited set of Japanese netsukes back through the generations to their original owners. On the way he discovers (and reveals) the art world of nineteenth-century Paris, the turmoil of Odessa, the final days of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and a family's trials during World War II. The author's family was one of the wealthiest Jewish families in Europe and it was interesting to follow their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWdV2I6lMXY/TWO9RZasN9I/AAAAAAAACf0/ZIDWK8g8owI/s1600/31pE7JgrHWL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWdV2I6lMXY/TWO9RZasN9I/AAAAAAAACf0/ZIDWK8g8owI/s320/31pE7JgrHWL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576508870193067986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I then moved on to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lake of Dreams&lt;/span&gt;. This book is set in the finger lakes region of New York and tells the story of a young woman who uncovers her family's hidden past beginning with some old letters and scraps of fabric that she finds in her family home. Connected to these documents are a series of stained glass windows depicting biblical scenes dominated by strong women. The descriptions of glass blowing and the creation of the windows are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7DyqlgS3rw/TWO_x93TWZI/AAAAAAAACgE/ZOSSYCBsnDk/s1600/41HkMODht4L._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7DyqlgS3rw/TWO_x93TWZI/AAAAAAAACgE/ZOSSYCBsnDk/s320/41HkMODht4L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576511628755818898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clara and Mr. Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;, which took me into the Tiffany Studios and the world of the Art Nouveau.  This was an interesting story focused on a recent discovery that many of Tiffany's designs--the lamps in particular--were actually designed and created by women.  The author does a wonderful job of bringing robber barons, sweatshops, and the tenements of New York during the Gilded Age to life. I enjoyed the women's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FI6mEBs7z2s/TWO-oa2W6jI/AAAAAAAACf8/bFZ2C_Iy0r0/s1600/51QAOYgPvEL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FI6mEBs7z2s/TWO-oa2W6jI/AAAAAAAACf8/bFZ2C_Iy0r0/s320/51QAOYgPvEL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576510365226166834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have Steve Martin's new book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Object of Beauty,&lt;/span&gt; sitting on my "library shelf." This book takes place at Sotheby's, and I've heard good things about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfZ7HbRhRoM/TWPCteFO3xI/AAAAAAAACgM/0jVjD0AY_Zw/s1600/An-Object-of-Beauty-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfZ7HbRhRoM/TWPCteFO3xI/AAAAAAAACgM/0jVjD0AY_Zw/s320/An-Object-of-Beauty-book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576514850039717650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't set out to read a series of books on art, but I am so glad this group of books ended up on my shelf. Have you read anything great lately? I'm always on the hunt for some good books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-8482388073099010804?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8482388073099010804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-talk.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8482388073099010804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8482388073099010804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/02/book-talk.html' title='Book Talk'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWdV2I6lMXY/TWO9RZasN9I/AAAAAAAACf0/ZIDWK8g8owI/s72-c/31pE7JgrHWL._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5755887352377721471</id><published>2011-02-18T16:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T16:58:23.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waldorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>Technology Cleanse</title><content type='html'>The girls had winter break this week. I took them to my parents' lake house for a little "technology cleanse."  Slowly, but surely, technology has been creeping into this Waldorf house. I felt the need to just get away from it all for a few days and think about it. So, for 3 days--no ipods, ipad, computer, email, facebook, blogs, tunes.  Just... snow, ice, chocolate, books, and the full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is a lot of snow up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CqsziixnbXQ/TV7oWAEGITI/AAAAAAAACfk/x6-VQaoNfvo/s1600/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CqsziixnbXQ/TV7oWAEGITI/AAAAAAAACfk/x6-VQaoNfvo/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575148853403197746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baking and Cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofKMuMPwDBM/TV7n0nOeerI/AAAAAAAACfM/1oZRdrWjUUc/s1600/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQGm2wVOx3o/TV7n9-xYUhI/AAAAAAAACfU/jkAwtYKPrm8/s320/IMG_0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575148440739402258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Off across the lake for a visit to the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-deTY2P0gKuU/TV7oMXYKpBI/AAAAAAAACfc/ciF-B8YkPwI/s1600/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-deTY2P0gKuU/TV7oMXYKpBI/AAAAAAAACfc/ciF-B8YkPwI/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575148687862703122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYdSrYtJKzo/TV7nr90A5lI/AAAAAAAACfE/h9OonvEpF0g/s1600/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gYdSrYtJKzo/TV7nr90A5lI/AAAAAAAACfE/h9OonvEpF0g/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575148131244369490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Late afternoon snowshoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofKMuMPwDBM/TV7n0nOeerI/AAAAAAAACfM/1oZRdrWjUUc/s1600/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofKMuMPwDBM/TV7n0nOeerI/AAAAAAAACfM/1oZRdrWjUUc/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575148279800167090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now we are home, surrounded by flowers and strawberries, celebrating Lou's 12th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzZcd4j2tiE/TV7pMVTRQRI/AAAAAAAACfs/FVRCquQ6i3I/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzZcd4j2tiE/TV7pMVTRQRI/AAAAAAAACfs/FVRCquQ6i3I/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575149786816921874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And...time for a talk about how to bring the balance back into our lives. If my attention span and ability to read an entire book could improve over three days, then I'm sure it did for the girls as well. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-5755887352377721471?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5755887352377721471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/02/technology-cleanse.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5755887352377721471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5755887352377721471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/02/technology-cleanse.html' title='Technology Cleanse'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CqsziixnbXQ/TV7oWAEGITI/AAAAAAAACfk/x6-VQaoNfvo/s72-c/IMG_0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-8891237987251696330</id><published>2011-02-14T08:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:51:50.111-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>Winter Fun</title><content type='html'>We spent some time out on our snowshoes this weekend. The snow is almost up to Liz's hips. See all those depressions in the snow up ahead of her? Those are white-tail deer beds. Our woods are full of animal signs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdMHO9L18JE/TVkw5gqs4BI/AAAAAAAACe8/on1Mhjk6glg/s1600/tracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yj8at-_AVRw/TVkw2Ln4KOI/AAAAAAAACe0/9rjRiP3KW8M/s1600/IMG_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yj8at-_AVRw/TVkw2Ln4KOI/AAAAAAAACe0/9rjRiP3KW8M/s320/IMG_0393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573539721238816994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent some time trying to identify some of the animal tracks. We found 2 big animal dens with either coyote or red fox tracks all over it.  It is hard to tell the difference when the tracks aren't fresh. We've heard coyotes and seen a red fox, so know both are nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdMHO9L18JE/TVkw5gqs4BI/AAAAAAAACe8/on1Mhjk6glg/s1600/tracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdMHO9L18JE/TVkw5gqs4BI/AAAAAAAACe8/on1Mhjk6glg/s320/tracks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573539778427412498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stopped for a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, dahling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ay4KSGK3dXE/TVkv2Wy37HI/AAAAAAAACes/8GLEnxPPevQ/s1600/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ay4KSGK3dXE/TVkv2Wy37HI/AAAAAAAACes/8GLEnxPPevQ/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573538624726101106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCfAzaQ-X7A/TVkvvBISXQI/AAAAAAAACek/8dwYsRDQBbQ/s1600/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCfAzaQ-X7A/TVkvvBISXQI/AAAAAAAACek/8dwYsRDQBbQ/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573538498651249922" 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/6569172028748385982-8891237987251696330?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8891237987251696330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter-fun.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8891237987251696330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8891237987251696330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter-fun.html' title='Winter Fun'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yj8at-_AVRw/TVkw2Ln4KOI/AAAAAAAACe0/9rjRiP3KW8M/s72-c/IMG_0393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-7581101412640733861</id><published>2011-02-12T11:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:35:11.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Valentine Box</title><content type='html'>Liz had some fun making valentines this week and we expect to make more this weekend. I have two boxes full of valentine supplies. The contents have grown over the years as we never completely use whatever materials I purchase each February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box now includes doilies, red paper, a heart stencil, some feathers, a few heart stickers, old Martha Stewart craft pages, red tissue paper, and all sorts of scraps of interesting red/pink/purple paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oo46cyOaSIc/TVazuRFlXHI/AAAAAAAACeM/Su7NrE47OBM/s1600/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oo46cyOaSIc/TVazuRFlXHI/AAAAAAAACeM/Su7NrE47OBM/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572839196359744626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each year I pull down the boxes and add some glue sticks, the paper punch, a pair of scissors, and various pens--glitter, calligraphy, etc.  Having all these supplies in one place seems to pump up the enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year, with the addition of feathers to the box, the girls came up with these birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lalt7Om0i5M/TVa1PXwAPWI/AAAAAAAACeU/avMpYqQcmPY/s1600/IMG_2449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lalt7Om0i5M/TVa1PXwAPWI/AAAAAAAACeU/avMpYqQcmPY/s320/IMG_2449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572840864595590498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year I bought origami paper and Liz made a variety of origami hearts for her class.&lt;br /&gt;She decorated them with all sorts of bits from the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXAu5xRAkW8/TVa1l51tsYI/AAAAAAAACec/4x573jmcrA0/s1600/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXAu5xRAkW8/TVa1l51tsYI/AAAAAAAACec/4x573jmcrA0/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572841251703468418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now all the leftover red/pink/purple origami paper resides in the box ready to inspire something new next year....or maybe even this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-7581101412640733861?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/7581101412640733861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine-box.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/7581101412640733861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/7581101412640733861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentine-box.html' title='The Valentine Box'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oo46cyOaSIc/TVazuRFlXHI/AAAAAAAACeM/Su7NrE47OBM/s72-c/IMG_0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-6021884144883447894</id><published>2011-02-03T09:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:29:34.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candlemas'/><title type='text'>A Lemony Candlemas Day</title><content type='html'>The girls were home from school yesterday so we had the chance to relax, enjoy a good snowstorm, and do some crafting.  Candlemas day always lends itself well to candlemaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We melted down our can of beeswax, using some old candle stubs and a pot which I have set aside for candlemaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq3q1AAweI/AAAAAAAACdo/0uj4lOCGubc/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq3q1AAweI/AAAAAAAACdo/0uj4lOCGubc/s320/IMG_0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569465835606557154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had bought some lemons, thinking they would make fun candles to remind us of the coming sunshine, but had forgotten candle wicking. Amazingly enough, I found some in the cellar. We are officially out of it now. I dipped the wicks in wax first, then tied them to skewers over the lemons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq3kT8NdoI/AAAAAAAACdg/8H-Upy8pSCE/s1600/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq3kT8NdoI/AAAAAAAACdg/8H-Upy8pSCE/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569465723653027458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the candles cooled, we tended to the storm.&lt;br /&gt;This photo is only halfway through the storm.&lt;br /&gt;We're more than halfway through our wood--something to check on Candlemas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq3cqjusNI/AAAAAAAACdY/yjAliSiwJS0/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq3cqjusNI/AAAAAAAACdY/yjAliSiwJS0/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569465592285409490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made a pie as a way to use the juice from the lemons, so added a quiche to the baking schedule as a way to use the extra pie crust.&lt;br /&gt;Here is our Candlemas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq3XEZN_mI/AAAAAAAACdQ/cCHUEWI8Dk4/s1600/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq3XEZN_mI/AAAAAAAACdQ/cCHUEWI8Dk4/s320/IMG_0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569465496141430370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a really good pie!&lt;br /&gt;I rarely make lemon pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq3KD8Kb2I/AAAAAAAACdI/wMupfswlsSM/s1600/IMG_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq3KD8Kb2I/AAAAAAAACdI/wMupfswlsSM/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569465272681262946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq252R-ilI/AAAAAAAACdA/1yIMIi2nAMk/s1600/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq252R-ilI/AAAAAAAACdA/1yIMIi2nAMk/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569464994136754770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every day now, the sunshine will be brighter and longer.&lt;br /&gt;Soon there will be yellow daffodils growing where these little lemons are lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq5Rr4qcYI/AAAAAAAACdw/8zi5YfGIgFE/s1600/IMG_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq5Rr4qcYI/AAAAAAAACdw/8zi5YfGIgFE/s320/IMG_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569467602686341506" 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/6569172028748385982-6021884144883447894?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/6021884144883447894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/02/lemony-candlemas-day.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6021884144883447894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6021884144883447894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/02/lemony-candlemas-day.html' title='A Lemony Candlemas Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUq3q1AAweI/AAAAAAAACdo/0uj4lOCGubc/s72-c/IMG_0325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-6531725821450729092</id><published>2011-02-01T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:05:56.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candlemas'/><title type='text'>Snow Candles on Candlemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm bringing this post forward from last year as our acknowledgment of Candlemas Day this year is going to be limited.  I do know, however, that we are not close to 1/2 way through our wood, we're 1/2 way through our oil, and 100% through our frozen blueberries, applesauce, strawberries, and squash :(. We need twice as much put away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb7TiNrbKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zL62oXzXjz8/s1600-h/IMG_4069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb7TiNrbKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zL62oXzXjz8/s320/IMG_4069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298198324668230818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A farmer should on Candlemas Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have half his corn and half his hay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old New England farmers also say that you should have used about half your wood...and half your candles.  We've gone through about half our wood and about 60% of our oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb7ndyxkDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/tf-KNlxZAMs/s1600-h/IMG_4070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb7ndyxkDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/tf-KNlxZAMs/s320/IMG_4070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298198667079028786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In honor of being half-way through winter, we made snow candles yesterday.  First we melted paraffin in a can in our "candle pot."  We wanted bright candles so used paraffin and old crayons rather than beeswax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb8FErnCAI/AAAAAAAAAok/hJYjNWNZ7NE/s1600-h/IMG_4072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb8FErnCAI/AAAAAAAAAok/hJYjNWNZ7NE/s320/IMG_4072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298199175734167554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the wax was melting, we tied wicking to an old paintbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb8SdjEIOI/AAAAAAAAAos/byU-1gRXYVo/s1600-h/IMG_4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb8SdjEIOI/AAAAAAAAAos/byU-1gRXYVo/s320/IMG_4073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298199405747511522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dipped the wick in the wax to stiffen it and then dug some little holes in the snow. Make sure the hole isn't too deep--Lous' blue candle failed because her wick didn't reach the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb8g5iCnzI/AAAAAAAAAo0/D24bXe9EwTk/s1600-h/IMG_4076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb8g5iCnzI/AAAAAAAAAo0/D24bXe9EwTk/s320/IMG_4076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298199653777579826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we quickly poured the wax into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb8tQqIhuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LYKvPL7CaZQ/s1600-h/IMG_4075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb8tQqIhuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/LYKvPL7CaZQ/s320/IMG_4075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298199866143966946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every candle will be different. Some, due to their shape, will need to be "floating candles." It was pretty cold out yesterday, so we didn't get a lot of crystally blobs on the exterior, but on a warmish day they will look different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb86fyJcPI/AAAAAAAAApE/g5bKmBuwjmQ/s1600-h/IMG_4083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb86fyJcPI/AAAAAAAAApE/g5bKmBuwjmQ/s320/IMG_4083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298200093542412530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little more weather-lore--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candlemas Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is bright and clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there'll be two winters in the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If Candlemas Day be fair and bright&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             Winter will have another fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If Candlemas Day brings cloud and rain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             Winter won't come again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb92HNOFzI/AAAAAAAAApM/FewBSfVg6I4/s1600-h/IMG_3798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb92HNOFzI/AAAAAAAAApM/FewBSfVg6I4/s320/IMG_3798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298201117737228082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the cat lies in the sun in February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will creep behind the stove in March. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of all the months of the year&lt;br /&gt;    Curse a fair February.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb-Y6hD3kI/AAAAAAAAApU/xo1_PcQ4PO4/s1600-h/IMG_3793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb-Y6hD3kI/AAAAAAAAApU/xo1_PcQ4PO4/s320/IMG_3793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298201715626204738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it thunders in February, it will frost in April.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If February give much snow,&lt;br /&gt;    A fine summer it doth foreshow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;We are due for a huge snowstorm, so perhaps a fine summer in in the works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-6531725821450729092?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/6531725821450729092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-candles-on-candlemas.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6531725821450729092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/6531725821450729092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-candles-on-candlemas.html' title='Snow Candles on Candlemas'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SYb7TiNrbKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zL62oXzXjz8/s72-c/IMG_4069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5628359033128532902</id><published>2011-01-31T09:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T09:33:33.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>January</title><content type='html'>I'm not quite sure what happened to January....this lovely month brought.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baking with the &lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/baking-supplies/snowy-village-cakelet-pan-from-williamssonoma-100268"&gt;snowy village&lt;/a&gt; cake pan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUbG82gV5KI/AAAAAAAACcc/kTNB2xepTa0/s1600/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUbG82gV5KI/AAAAAAAACcc/kTNB2xepTa0/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568356738015814818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting the New Year's cards in the mail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUbHa3Bag9I/AAAAAAAACck/WssEXMhwA2w/s1600/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUbHa3Bag9I/AAAAAAAACck/WssEXMhwA2w/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568357253550605266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snowy days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUbGmvTxfXI/AAAAAAAACcU/emCDUzI8Ftg/s1600/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUbGmvTxfXI/AAAAAAAACcU/emCDUzI8Ftg/s320/IMG_0317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568356358126927218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinese Brush Painting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUbGQVvyZbI/AAAAAAAACcM/9O45iZ_bB94/s1600/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUbGQVvyZbI/AAAAAAAACcM/9O45iZ_bB94/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568355973307983282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Refuge in the greenhouses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUbGDtEQj-I/AAAAAAAACcE/o6MYju2a588/s1600/IMAG0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUbGDtEQj-I/AAAAAAAACcE/o6MYju2a588/s320/IMAG0522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568355756229562338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope February brings more of the same (without all the midterm stress!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-5628359033128532902?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5628359033128532902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/01/january.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5628359033128532902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5628359033128532902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/01/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TUbG82gV5KI/AAAAAAAACcc/kTNB2xepTa0/s72-c/IMG_0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5530194300751903977</id><published>2011-01-05T19:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:12:56.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Final Gift</title><content type='html'>We said farewell to Christmas today. In the morning, Liz and I took down the tree, washed the linens, and swept up the needles. I made gift tags out of the Christmas cards, re-reading notes and thinking about old friends.  After getting home from school, Helen made a Three Kings Cake while I wrapped the final gift in gold tissue paper bound by stars. Here is Liz opening it. Both girls were very curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSUSzs047GI/AAAAAAAACas/Hxz7DHsvQvw/s1600/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSUSzs047GI/AAAAAAAACas/Hxz7DHsvQvw/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558869994474368098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside was a selection of silver and gold origami paper, silver and gold glitter pens, and a bag of fun scrap paper from the local art store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSUTVwfU5QI/AAAAAAAACa0/_FFbpowjIXY/s1600/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSUTVwfU5QI/AAAAAAAACa0/_FFbpowjIXY/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558870579573220610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were instructions as well.... first we were to make origami boxes shaped like stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSUTz-vnjyI/AAAAAAAACa8/P5YyoGlmPGU/s1600/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSUTz-vnjyI/AAAAAAAACa8/P5YyoGlmPGU/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558871098795724578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we were to fill the boxes with little stars on which we wrote suggestions for fun things to do. These had to be things that slowed us down, de-stressed us, and made us happy. The girls immediately got to work filling their boxes with ideas such as "take a bubble bath", read a poetry book, take a walk in the woods, make a pot of tea and read a book, make a collage, spend the afternoon altering books, paint for an hour, make tea and "meet" a new composer, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had dinner--a warm stew, star biscuits, and the Three Kings Cake decorated with pears cut in the shape of stars. Here's our cake with a candle in the middle and the star boxes around the edge.  The girls were really proud of their boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSUVahbxk3I/AAAAAAAACbE/CYFimBEggOw/s1600/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSUVahbxk3I/AAAAAAAACbE/CYFimBEggOw/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558872860454392690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hope for these little stars is that they will guide us and remind in the coming weeks as we get caught up in school, work, rehearsals, midterms, and all the other bits of life that seem to be sweeping us away that we should stop, feed our inner-selves, and just be.  This final gift was really a gift we each gave to ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Twelfth Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-5530194300751903977?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5530194300751903977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/01/final-gift.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5530194300751903977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5530194300751903977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/01/final-gift.html' title='The Final Gift'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSUSzs047GI/AAAAAAAACas/Hxz7DHsvQvw/s72-c/IMG_0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-409379750855622811</id><published>2011-01-04T07:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T07:22:26.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Keeping Christmas</title><content type='html'>I love these final quiet days of Christmas. The time between New Years and Twelfth Night is when I really dig into holy night thoughts and consciously try to "keep Christmas" for my family. After all the celebrations, all the visiting and all the presents, these days can be the most special of all if we can let the moments in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSMOZjtTIxI/AAAAAAAACak/R_mhYYIfyYM/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSMOZjtTIxI/AAAAAAAACak/R_mhYYIfyYM/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558302197350081298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the rest of us wrote thank you notes and puttered about, Helen had school yesterday. This was new for our family. Last night we listened to a quiet Christmas CD and had turkey soup in  the living room in front of the fire, by the Christmas Tree. We lit some  candles and just enjoyed one of the final nights. Liz is home through Twelfth Night, so she and I will spend time saying Farewell to Christmas today and tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-409379750855622811?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/409379750855622811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/01/keeping-christmas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/409379750855622811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/409379750855622811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/01/keeping-christmas.html' title='Keeping Christmas'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSMOZjtTIxI/AAAAAAAACak/R_mhYYIfyYM/s72-c/IMG_0294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5897775966278886487</id><published>2011-01-03T14:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:03:10.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Simmy</title><content type='html'>Dear Simmy--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still reading my blog, could you please be in touch? I don't have an address for you and want to be in touch....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-5897775966278886487?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5897775966278886487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-simmy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5897775966278886487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5897775966278886487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-simmy.html' title='To Simmy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-1383384461467971984</id><published>2011-01-03T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T10:41:27.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Year in Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSHt4Qw4sBI/AAAAAAAACac/iRuZgNyBOBQ/s1600/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSHt4Qw4sBI/AAAAAAAACac/iRuZgNyBOBQ/s400/2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557984965980368914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happy New Year to all my blogging friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-1383384461467971984?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/1383384461467971984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-year-in-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1383384461467971984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1383384461467971984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-year-in-words.html' title='Our Year in Words'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TSHt4Qw4sBI/AAAAAAAACac/iRuZgNyBOBQ/s72-c/2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-387819463513112560</id><published>2010-12-30T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:42:37.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solstice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Reflections, Fortunes, and Wishes</title><content type='html'>The twelve days of Christmas are a reflective time for me. I think a lot about our family, the girls, and the coming year.  Some of my reflections are quiet and personal, some are shared with just Nels, and some are shared with others.  Here are some things we do during the holidays that bring out those reflective moments in a festive way. All of these things use fire and are best done in the dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SVYmvCdjQFI/AAAAAAAAAfE/H8QuCOPGNNQ/s1600-h/IMG_1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SVYmvCdjQFI/AAAAAAAAAfE/H8QuCOPGNNQ/s320/IMG_1651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284453802322378834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting Fortunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this you need a roll of solder, an old spoon, a candle, and a bowl of water.  Snip a piece of solder into your spoon. Melt it over the candle and then pour it into the bowl of water. The solder will explode into interesting shapes which foretell something that will happen to you in the coming year.   Sometimes a magnifying glass (along with your glass of champagne) will help you read into these interesting shapes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SVYslZtZuXI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BjMiV-nc29I/s1600-h/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SVYslZtZuXI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BjMiV-nc29I/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284460233833953650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapdragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this you need brandy, raisins, and a pie plate. Put some raisins and a little brandy in a warm pie plate.  Light the brandy and as the dragon dashes about the dish, snap out a raisin, pop it in your mouth and make a wish.  It will come true in the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SVYs8tQIR9I/AAAAAAAAAfc/1G0uFwZeuIw/s1600-h/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SVYs8tQIR9I/AAAAAAAAAfc/1G0uFwZeuIw/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284460634216875986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yule Log&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our girls also enjoyed making a yule log one year.  We all wrote down things we wished to cast away from the past year and tied them to the log. We also included bits from the Christmas tree which made  it have a very satisfying POP in the fire.  Writing down our thoughts brought a beautiful, reflective moment to Twelfth Night in a kid-friendly and party-friendly way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SVYqdkkqgnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/odhe-sVa2vc/s1600-h/IMG_3884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SVYqdkkqgnI/AAAAAAAAAfM/odhe-sVa2vc/s320/IMG_3884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284457900287885938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whether it be the Solstice, Christmas Eve, New Years Eve or Twelfth Night, cast your fortune, make some wishes, and send your midwinter reflections out into the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-387819463513112560?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/387819463513112560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflections-fortunes-and-wishes.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/387819463513112560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/387819463513112560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflections-fortunes-and-wishes.html' title='Reflections, Fortunes, and Wishes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/SVYmvCdjQFI/AAAAAAAAAfE/H8QuCOPGNNQ/s72-c/IMG_1651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-1079620031452078668</id><published>2010-12-29T16:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:38:38.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I said the Donkey all Shaggy and Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuntrcnHSI/AAAAAAAACZk/9_AAMzQrtH4/s1600/IMG_20101225_133941.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa brought stockings full of chocolates and treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRumZGH4-9I/AAAAAAAACZU/lPLJFWtVROk/s1600/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRumZGH4-9I/AAAAAAAACZU/lPLJFWtVROk/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556217515362286546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRumjqAIuOI/AAAAAAAACZc/y14dS9LpUy8/s1600/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRumjqAIuOI/AAAAAAAACZc/y14dS9LpUy8/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556217696792131810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We loved having most of the presents in cloth bags. We noticed how quiet the unwrapping was--none of that dramatic....r...i....p--and how little trash we had. Instead of a huge garbage bag, we ended up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRumIV-Uh2I/AAAAAAAACZE/0LC3TyOyoYA/s1600/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRumIV-Uh2I/AAAAAAAACZE/0LC3TyOyoYA/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556217227559339874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long, lazy morning of opening gifts and digging into our new books and games, Nels and I took a walk to a nearby donkey farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuntrcnHSI/AAAAAAAACZk/9_AAMzQrtH4/s1600/IMG_20101225_133941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuntrcnHSI/AAAAAAAACZk/9_AAMzQrtH4/s320/IMG_20101225_133941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556218968490319138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sang carols to the donkeys and the entire herd came up to the fence to listen.&lt;br /&gt;"I said the donkey all shaggy and brown..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRupJUbPosI/AAAAAAAACZs/Ddht9pYm7IY/s1600/5211391727_b7d960f3f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRupJUbPosI/AAAAAAAACZs/Ddht9pYm7IY/s320/5211391727_b7d960f3f8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556220542858535618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended our day with a feast and a family showing of "The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRup2dltC7I/AAAAAAAACZ0/oimMpbr6QhU/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRup2dltC7I/AAAAAAAACZ0/oimMpbr6QhU/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556221318412438450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-1079620031452078668?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/1079620031452078668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-said-donkey-all-shaggy-and-brown.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1079620031452078668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/1079620031452078668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-said-donkey-all-shaggy-and-brown.html' title='I said the Donkey all Shaggy and Brown'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRumZGH4-9I/AAAAAAAACZU/lPLJFWtVROk/s72-c/IMG_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5433479235818607241</id><published>2010-12-29T15:23:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T16:56:29.683-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handmade Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Handmade Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuua8cLgXI/AAAAAAAACZ8/p-4Q5spxZ6Y/s1600/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our girls tell us that the handmade gifts on Christmas Eve is their most cherished Christmas tradition. We save the gift opening for the very end of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the girls snuggies (or snuglets). Did you know there are enough snuggies in our country for &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/22/business/media/22adco.html?_r=1"&gt;1 in every 12 people&lt;/a&gt; to have one? One day I was at the fabric store trying to come up with fabric to make Helen a quilt, when Liz suggested a snuggie for her (of course Liz wanted one too). It was a brilliant idea and a huge hit for both girls--somehow I managed to surprise Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuZQkbs4zI/AAAAAAAACX8/f3CL__MEeZ4/s1600/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuZQkbs4zI/AAAAAAAACX8/f3CL__MEeZ4/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556203075228459826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seemed like everything Liz wanted for Christmas had a treble clef on it. Her list for Santa included a treble clef hat, treble clef chocolate, and a bumper sticker that said "If you can read this, thank a music teacher."  Nels obliged by making her this treble clef to hang on her wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuZH5hLmbI/AAAAAAAACX0/v3BL-eIgH68/s1600/IMG_20101229_105508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuZH5hLmbI/AAAAAAAACX0/v3BL-eIgH68/s320/IMG_20101229_105508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556202926269766066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helen followed up on the music theme by making her a silk and velvet blanket for her violin. Liz was just stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRua_5vH3lI/AAAAAAAACYE/uA6bqWvdakE/s1600/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRua_5vH3lI/AAAAAAAACYE/uA6bqWvdakE/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556204987912543826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helen took all the old photocopies of recipes we have collected off the web and all our favorite recipes from the family card file and created a recipe book on Lulu as a gift for her Dad. She even included photos of the family and friends who had shared recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRudLg7PYnI/AAAAAAAACYM/1iPHskD0DCs/s1600/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRudLg7PYnI/AAAAAAAACYM/1iPHskD0DCs/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556207386434167410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson made me this bird feeder. We have already had as many as 8 birds at a time feeding on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuZDU02z4I/AAAAAAAACXs/IUoKSe5ot2U/s1600/IMG_20101229_104719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuZDU02z4I/AAAAAAAACXs/IUoKSe5ot2U/s320/IMG_20101229_104719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556202847700701058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz made me this dear elephant out of clay. I am in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRudcghfMPI/AAAAAAAACYU/4G3-py6OXyY/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRudcghfMPI/AAAAAAAACYU/4G3-py6OXyY/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556207678383927538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helen had been wanting a Yin-Yang poster for her room, so Liz painted her one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRueClc3JLI/AAAAAAAACYs/Wx6_13c9-jA/s1600/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRueClc3JLI/AAAAAAAACYs/Wx6_13c9-jA/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556208332541732018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also painted this for Nels. We need to get a frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuua8cLgXI/AAAAAAAACZ8/p-4Q5spxZ6Y/s1600/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuua8cLgXI/AAAAAAAACZ8/p-4Q5spxZ6Y/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556226343215792498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nels made Helen this "Village Harmony" wall plaque. This is the group she toured with this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuePDwf3JI/AAAAAAAACY0/zuYHGqR4uyw/s1600/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuePDwf3JI/AAAAAAAACY0/zuYHGqR4uyw/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556208546835586194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helen made me this sterling silver ring in her jewelry class at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRufeb5dhpI/AAAAAAAACY8/4ZhVJUvzVaI/s1600/IMG_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRufeb5dhpI/AAAAAAAACY8/4ZhVJUvzVaI/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556209910525298322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I truly can't express how special this Christmas Eve tradition is to each of us.&lt;br /&gt;We ended our evening so full of gratefulness for the love we all share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-5433479235818607241?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5433479235818607241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/handmade-gifts.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5433479235818607241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5433479235818607241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/handmade-gifts.html' title='The Handmade Gifts'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuZQkbs4zI/AAAAAAAACX8/f3CL__MEeZ4/s72-c/IMG_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-2559528069278632916</id><published>2010-12-29T14:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:22:20.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas Eve is a time for candlelight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a time when one desires nothing more than family and soft music.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who can say what passes through our hearts on Christmas Eve?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strange thoughts, undefinable emotions, and sudden tears--&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All this and more, unbidden, come without reason.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we burn our candles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this is Chrismas Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our evening brought singing, stories, and the final lighting of our Advent Spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuTOlgWmJI/AAAAAAAACXU/1XHl2jjkSZQ/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuTOlgWmJI/AAAAAAAACXU/1XHl2jjkSZQ/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556196444086900882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas Eve is not a time to be merry, but quietly glad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is the proper time to wish upon a star.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a time of wonder, of thankfulness that life is still being created anew out of darkness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a time of quiet awakening to beauty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we burn our candles &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For this is Christmas Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our evening brought a walk with lanterns, under the starry sky.&lt;br /&gt;We wondered at the stars, left food for the wild animals, and scurried inside as coyotes howled all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuUDrgxH-I/AAAAAAAACXc/VK77sH_5IrQ/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuUDrgxH-I/AAAAAAAACXc/VK77sH_5IrQ/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556197356232318946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas Eve is a time of memory,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When one remembers past happiness and love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And often sighs for the good that might have been.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace on earth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we burn our candles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this is Christmas Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our evening ended with steamy cups of tea and the opening of our handmade Christmas gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuXatwE7XI/AAAAAAAACXk/C77QQyhedJo/s1600/IMG_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuXatwE7XI/AAAAAAAACXk/C77QQyhedJo/s320/IMG_0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556201050505276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Christmas Eve blessing is from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrating Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, edited by Carl Seaburg. We read from this book every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-2559528069278632916?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/2559528069278632916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/2559528069278632916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/2559528069278632916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuTOlgWmJI/AAAAAAAACXU/1XHl2jjkSZQ/s72-c/IMG_0228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-5974145847819922128</id><published>2010-12-29T14:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:56:06.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuR5LVVSBI/AAAAAAAACXM/8ysWlA0fSVE/s1600/IMG_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve day found us busily finishing last-minute cooking and crafting. We each have our own Christmas Eve specialty-- Nelson makes lobster casserole for Christmas Eve, I make cinnamon rolls for Christmas morning, Helen makes a Buche de Noel for Christmas day, and Liz makes cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuOODhTv6I/AAAAAAAACWk/56ENewT-3ZE/s1600/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuOODhTv6I/AAAAAAAACWk/56ENewT-3ZE/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556190937405964194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made some Christmas mice, sleeping in walnuts, just like my Grandmother used to make. Keeping busy is a good way to make the time go fast. It was hard to wait for the evening's festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuO1Z1vN5I/AAAAAAAACWs/DrpuwIGLmC8/s1600/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuO1Z1vN5I/AAAAAAAACWs/DrpuwIGLmC8/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556191613412128658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuPHVNtT_I/AAAAAAAACW0/g61RjU3_OWs/s1600/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuPHVNtT_I/AAAAAAAACW0/g61RjU3_OWs/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556191921408135154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is one my Grandmother made and one we made hanging on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuPTctOZeI/AAAAAAAACW8/94aCW4yIS58/s1600/IMG_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuPTctOZeI/AAAAAAAACW8/94aCW4yIS58/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556192129577805282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, we also finished up our Christmas bags. I had bought fabric last year during the sales and we had made gift tags on Twelfth Night when we said &lt;a href="http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/01/saying-farewell-to-christmas.html"&gt;Farewell to Christmas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuQXCnil5I/AAAAAAAACXE/SwTSYEmkhmE/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuQXCnil5I/AAAAAAAACXE/SwTSYEmkhmE/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556193290805745554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Late in the afternoon, we took treats to the neighbors and wished them a lovely Christmas. As we sat with our neighbors and gazed at their tree, we reflected on how fortunate we are to live in this wonderful place.&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect break from all the work and we turned our hearts and minds to the evening ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuR5LVVSBI/AAAAAAAACXM/8ysWlA0fSVE/s1600/IMG_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuR5LVVSBI/AAAAAAAACXM/8ysWlA0fSVE/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556194976772474898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-5974145847819922128?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/5974145847819922128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5974145847819922128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/5974145847819922128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-eve-day.html' title='Christmas Eve Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TRuOODhTv6I/AAAAAAAACWk/56ENewT-3ZE/s72-c/IMG_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-8494675814749199693</id><published>2010-12-17T09:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T09:40:37.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solstice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Revels</title><content type='html'>I first attended a &lt;a href="http://www.revels.org/"&gt;Revels &lt;/a&gt;performance when I was a young girl. It was in Cambridge, MA, and I loved it. I loved the music, poetry, costumes, and dance. I resolved that somehow, some day, I would get to be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQtyYArWgDI/AAAAAAAACWQ/StQbdYryBJY/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQtyYArWgDI/AAAAAAAACWQ/StQbdYryBJY/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551656722488524850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How happy I have been that there is a Revels organization here in Vermont. The girls have been involved in the Summer Solstice celebrations since they were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Liz singing her heart out on the summer solstice as part of the Revels cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQtwK8klVnI/AAAAAAAACV4/uOjxYwYkObM/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQtwK8klVnI/AAAAAAAACV4/uOjxYwYkObM/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551654299024840306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Helen and a friend getting ready to perform a Morris Dance at Revels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQtwWIi53lI/AAAAAAAACWA/qYWlIdZQSSI/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQtwWIi53lI/AAAAAAAACWA/qYWlIdZQSSI/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551654491217583698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Helen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had planned to be part of the Morris dancing team on stage, but they had to cut the dance due to time considerations. She was disappointed, but found a way to still be involved. She's the assistant to the make-up designer and reigns over this massive make-up room that serves a cast of 70. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQtwoSx6CuI/AAAAAAAACWI/ag3XAdn1qPY/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQtwoSx6CuI/AAAAAAAACWI/ag3XAdn1qPY/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551654803202509538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being part of the crew has been a fantastic experience for Helen. She has learned so much about what it takes to put on a performance. She's had to interact with a lot of great adults and teens, including some folks she met while on tour in Canada this summer. She's had to use her French with the guest performers who don't speak English.  How do you say "hold your breath" in French, anyway? She also still gets to be on stage to sing for a couple of key songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a video about this year's Revels performance. Check out the make-up on the guest performers. My girl did that! We get to go tonight. What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LggSDd6Tlpw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LggSDd6Tlpw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-8494675814749199693?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/8494675814749199693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/revels.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8494675814749199693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/8494675814749199693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/revels.html' title='Revels'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQtyYArWgDI/AAAAAAAACWQ/StQbdYryBJY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-4816327154927368867</id><published>2010-12-14T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T06:00:06.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handmade Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Sunday in my Kitchen: Third Sunday in Advent</title><content type='html'>We had a long, busy day in the kitchen on Sunday. We listened to our &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Revels-Celebration-Winter-Solstice/dp/B0000002AZ/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1292252539&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;favorite&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Old-Fashioned-Christmas-Various-Artists/dp/B000001V99/ref=sr_1_4?s=music&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1292252641&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Have-Holly-Jolly-Christmas-Burl/dp/B000002QVS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1292252677&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;music &lt;/a&gt;and worked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were girls baking sugar cookies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYzHZ1Wb2I/AAAAAAAACVA/_P4NO7_wqX8/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYzHZ1Wb2I/AAAAAAAACVA/_P4NO7_wqX8/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550179793067470690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYzTClwlCI/AAAAAAAACVI/EDIIByXSYNY/s1600/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYzTClwlCI/AAAAAAAACVI/EDIIByXSYNY/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550179992986489890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was lots of giftmaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYzhqW-iVI/AAAAAAAACVQ/qI8TpQGzCLE/s1600/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYzhqW-iVI/AAAAAAAACVQ/qI8TpQGzCLE/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550180244180076882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Among the gifts being made were these little catnip mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYzxMeaogI/AAAAAAAACVY/kiaxl6a_qFQ/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYzxMeaogI/AAAAAAAACVY/kiaxl6a_qFQ/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550180511036121602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We gave one mouse away as an early Christmas gift to Calvin.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the result--doped up cat being guarded by Alfred the Christmas goat.&lt;br /&gt;Catnip = safe Christmas ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQY0Su7woHI/AAAAAAAACVg/NBdZkx4tnb4/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQY0Su7woHI/AAAAAAAACVg/NBdZkx4tnb4/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550181087221686386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended our busy third Sunday in Advent with an early birthday celebration for Nels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQY0g2J8t7I/AAAAAAAACVo/OLjDGL49-vA/s1600/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQY0g2J8t7I/AAAAAAAACVo/OLjDGL49-vA/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550181329678415794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This coming week is production week for the Christmas Revels which Helen is involved in so no time for a family birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQY1JMWkiMI/AAAAAAAACVw/aDLXnfjSkgk/s1600/revels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQY1JMWkiMI/AAAAAAAACVw/aDLXnfjSkgk/s320/revels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550182022831704258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-4816327154927368867?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4816327154927368867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-in-my-kitchen-third-sunday-in.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4816327154927368867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4816327154927368867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/sunday-in-my-kitchen-third-sunday-in.html' title='Sunday in my Kitchen: Third Sunday in Advent'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYzHZ1Wb2I/AAAAAAAACVA/_P4NO7_wqX8/s72-c/IMG_0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-56160945151973347</id><published>2010-12-13T09:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T09:37:13.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Symphony Performance</title><content type='html'>Remember &lt;a href="http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/08/audition.html"&gt;the audition&lt;/a&gt;? It was one of those parenting moments when we had to push Elizabeth in a fairly uncomfortable way (to put it mildly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth has loved her experience in the Green Mountain Youth Symphony. After her first rehearsal, she came running out saying, "Mom, it was CRAZY HARD. I loved it!"  She has just thrived on the intensity of the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was their big performance. Here she is getting ready to go. She was a bit nervous, but excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYn7dBh-oI/AAAAAAAACUo/Vevh4kEtunY/s1600/IMG_0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYn7dBh-oI/AAAAAAAACUo/Vevh4kEtunY/s320/IMG_0156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550167493137529474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are waiting for the Concert Mistress to begin tuning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYoN74l8uI/AAAAAAAACUw/B4Y2_ow_z88/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYoN74l8uI/AAAAAAAACUw/B4Y2_ow_z88/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550167810659185378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We really enjoyed the performance. Helen took some video, but I must say they are a bit nauseating to watch as she was up in a balcony with a young child who kept banging into her. Lou is on the back left in front of the timpani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c060c2208c13b8d0" 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://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc060c2208c13b8d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330090210%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B5F96FC6B1DAAB05114EAA40A2E32329D994B8B.B7C4770B3674B64FA9C3695E09C18715331F085%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc060c2208c13b8d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtifRthI2O03ueclmg6nt7pIMn2s&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://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc060c2208c13b8d0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330090210%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B5F96FC6B1DAAB05114EAA40A2E32329D994B8B.B7C4770B3674B64FA9C3695E09C18715331F085%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc060c2208c13b8d0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtifRthI2O03ueclmg6nt7pIMn2s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had a picture from after the performance. Both her violin teachers came as did a friend from school. She was just glowing in the midst of her fan club.  It was a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reports that next semester is going to be "wicked hard." They will be joining their sister group and performing up in Montpelier in the opera house which should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-56160945151973347?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/56160945151973347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-symphony-performance.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/56160945151973347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/56160945151973347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-symphony-performance.html' title='First Symphony Performance'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQYn7dBh-oI/AAAAAAAACUo/Vevh4kEtunY/s72-c/IMG_0156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-3309282701363927096</id><published>2010-12-10T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T06:00:07.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Advent Paradox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Advent. A time to ponder. Wait. Circle inward.&lt;br /&gt;A time of joyous anticipation. Music. Performances. Friends. Feasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, Advent is best when there is balance between these two gestures of circling inward and joyous celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQDmn9wLeRI/AAAAAAAACUQ/z0MFqlwjKY4/s1600/candlelight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQDmn9wLeRI/AAAAAAAACUQ/z0MFqlwjKY4/s320/candlelight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548688315186379026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I like to have moments where I sit in the candlelight and hold hands with my family.&lt;br /&gt;I like to have moments when I bake glittery treats to my heart's content while singing carols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQDna1aH6yI/AAAAAAAACUY/yU1p2uITRTA/s1600/sugar-cookie-slide_476x357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQDna1aH6yI/AAAAAAAACUY/yU1p2uITRTA/s200/sugar-cookie-slide_476x357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548689189119716130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like walking the candlelit spiral in the deep snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like driving around looking at all the crazy Christmas lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQDnsvby58I/AAAAAAAACUg/p1FkFimXEAA/s1600/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQDnsvby58I/AAAAAAAACUg/p1FkFimXEAA/s200/IMG_2168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548689496753760194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is harder to find that balance this year. The girls are more involved in Christmas performances than ever before.  Below is our schedule for next Sunday - Saturday.  Those squares don't even represent work and school and extend through the dinner hour until 10:30 p.m. almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-cqf6AqLI/AAAAAAAACS4/Zn1i5DCGbIs/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-cqf6AqLI/AAAAAAAACS4/Zn1i5DCGbIs/s200/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548325519876991154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My wish for Advent this year?&lt;br /&gt;To help my family find the moments when they can just stop and ponder the star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-cZRgwdaI/AAAAAAAACSw/SVa3mkHPh0Q/s1600/IMG_3738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-cZRgwdaI/AAAAAAAACSw/SVa3mkHPh0Q/s320/IMG_3738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548325223955199394" 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/6569172028748385982-3309282701363927096?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/3309282701363927096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/advent-paradox.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/3309282701363927096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/3309282701363927096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/advent-paradox.html' title='The Advent Paradox'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TQDmn9wLeRI/AAAAAAAACUQ/z0MFqlwjKY4/s72-c/candlelight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-662564438245399616</id><published>2010-12-09T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:22:16.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Off to the Symphony</title><content type='html'>After leaving the Winter Fair, we headed up to Burlington to see the Vermont Symphony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in a small state such as Vermont can you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...run into the guest performers from the Symphony at breakfast...because, really, there aren't a lot of hotels....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-i2eL3oKI/AAAAAAAACT4/steYWXhjNJo/s1600/07_photos_8321_288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-i2eL3oKI/AAAAAAAACT4/steYWXhjNJo/s320/07_photos_8321_288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548332322643222690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and bump into the grammy-winning violinist and conductor while out shopping and stop to chat...because, really, there is only one street on which to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-jTAa77uI/AAAAAAAACUA/Ru8yv2frz64/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-jTAa77uI/AAAAAAAACUA/Ru8yv2frz64/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548332812869562082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure which thrilled Elizabeth more...meeting musicians or getting to do some Christmas shopping amidst the twinkling lights, carolers, and bell ringers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-kHZ6ewsI/AAAAAAAACUI/oQ8mKFSynwI/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-kHZ6ewsI/AAAAAAAACUI/oQ8mKFSynwI/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548333713065951938" 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/6569172028748385982-662564438245399616?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/662564438245399616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-to-symphony.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/662564438245399616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/662564438245399616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-to-symphony.html' title='Off to the Symphony'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-i2eL3oKI/AAAAAAAACT4/steYWXhjNJo/s72-c/07_photos_8321_288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-2473633188160245444</id><published>2010-12-08T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:32:43.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>St. Nicholas Arrived</title><content type='html'>I asked Helen what she would miss the most from her Waldorf school's Christmas traditions and what she would want to see continue at home. She replied "St. Nicholas." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls left their shoes in front of the fireplace Monday night. The next morning (after I defended the shoes from the dog for quite awhile) they found glitter everywhere and their shoes filled with clementines, candies, and chocolate gold coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-VL8XC8CI/AAAAAAAACSg/XycBLQ31CAU/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-VL8XC8CI/AAAAAAAACSg/XycBLQ31CAU/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548317298357628962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a simple little tradition, but I imagine I'll be sending them a  shoe full of chocolates even when they are in college. It is that dear a  tradition to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Housekeeping note....that's glitter on the floor :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-2473633188160245444?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/2473633188160245444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/st-nicholas-arrived.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/2473633188160245444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/2473633188160245444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/st-nicholas-arrived.html' title='St. Nicholas Arrived'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-VL8XC8CI/AAAAAAAACSg/XycBLQ31CAU/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-3223430453270099655</id><published>2010-12-08T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:16:08.433-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waldorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Highlights from the Waldorf Winter Fair</title><content type='html'>We spent our first weekend of Advent volunteering at the school's Winter Fair. It is a very fun way to kick off the Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gingerbread Houses to decorate with all sorts of woodland treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-doA7NuVI/AAAAAAAACTA/BTKq7eOCrRQ/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-doA7NuVI/AAAAAAAACTA/BTKq7eOCrRQ/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548326576712431954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helen, now a beloved Alum, finally old enough to be the "Pocket Lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-eeMrvrcI/AAAAAAAACTI/gx6mJkt4IAU/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-eeMrvrcI/AAAAAAAACTI/gx6mJkt4IAU/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548327507581709762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Gnome Circus--a magical world filled with...well...gnomes performing a circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-ez2BzWhI/AAAAAAAACTQ/ix8J1_ToJh0/s1600/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-ez2BzWhI/AAAAAAAACTQ/ix8J1_ToJh0/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548327879457331730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gnomes on a flying trapeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-fDm17I-I/AAAAAAAACTY/9jJhFni9xIE/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-fDm17I-I/AAAAAAAACTY/9jJhFni9xIE/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548328150258885602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tumbling Gnomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-fRbbi27I/AAAAAAAACTg/zuuX5t9nOL0/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-fRbbi27I/AAAAAAAACTg/zuuX5t9nOL0/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548328387713620914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And crowds of cheering gnomes who went home with each child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-fb3ss-tI/AAAAAAAACTo/zD6XwWfTm_E/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-fb3ss-tI/AAAAAAAACTo/zD6XwWfTm_E/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548328567100472018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our class ran the cafe...soups, breads, and baked goods. A very fun hang-out spot for alums and their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-gVPApqjI/AAAAAAAACTw/MzRj_faOX_0/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-gVPApqjI/AAAAAAAACTw/MzRj_faOX_0/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548329552610699826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A fun time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-3223430453270099655?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/3223430453270099655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/highlights-from-waldorf-winter-fair.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/3223430453270099655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/3223430453270099655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/12/highlights-from-waldorf-winter-fair.html' title='Highlights from the Waldorf Winter Fair'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TP-doA7NuVI/AAAAAAAACTA/BTKq7eOCrRQ/s72-c/IMG_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-4686064577237005300</id><published>2010-11-29T06:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T09:39:20.542-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is already time to take down the bittersweet from around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPZbXN1WVsI/AAAAAAAACSA/QIzSL-VAYNc/s1600/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPZbXN1WVsI/AAAAAAAACSA/QIzSL-VAYNc/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545720445561886402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanksgiving came and went this year much too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPZbc44y5-I/AAAAAAAACSI/k8IHO_r1zgA/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPZbc44y5-I/AAAAAAAACSI/k8IHO_r1zgA/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545720543018412002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a house full of family for nearly 4 days with 12 around the table.&lt;br /&gt;Nels and my brothers fried our first turkey (we women had a backup roasting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPOSmJgKE9I/AAAAAAAACRo/a7WYcexlil0/s1600/DSCN5249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPOSmJgKE9I/AAAAAAAACRo/a7WYcexlil0/s320/DSCN5249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544936750306694098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate many pies and tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPZbh9gJ-JI/AAAAAAAACSQ/2592GyxcNs4/s1600/DSCN2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPZbh9gJ-JI/AAAAAAAACSQ/2592GyxcNs4/s320/DSCN2017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545720630156589202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There seemed to always be a game going--small groups playing chess, checkers, and &lt;a href="http://www.crokinole.com/"&gt;crokinole&lt;/a&gt;  and the whole crowd playing Apples-to-Apples and Pit (which is quite a romp of a game).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPOS0-K2PHI/AAAAAAAACRw/-wbyn8CYSQk/s1600/DSCN5248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPOS0-K2PHI/AAAAAAAACRw/-wbyn8CYSQk/s320/DSCN5248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544937004962561138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As everyone headed over the rivers and through the woods back home, I reflected on how wonderful it is to have a holiday that really is just all about being together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPOSmJgKE9I/AAAAAAAACRo/a7WYcexlil0/s1600/DSCN5249.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPZb1D9YpnI/AAAAAAAACSY/lAv20cboMVo/s1600/sleigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPZb1D9YpnI/AAAAAAAACSY/lAv20cboMVo/s320/sleigh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545720958307313266" 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/6569172028748385982-4686064577237005300?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4686064577237005300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4686064577237005300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4686064577237005300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TPZbXN1WVsI/AAAAAAAACSA/QIzSL-VAYNc/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-427688596881323586</id><published>2010-11-08T11:56:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T13:22:27.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martinmas'/><title type='text'>Finding what feeds them</title><content type='html'>It is the Martinmas season. A season when we just start that spiral inward. A season when we search deep within ourselves for that inner spark that lights our way in life.  I have been spending some time really looking at our girls, asking myself, "what ignites their passion?" "What is lighting them and how can we nurture those inner sparks?" "How can we support their interests, so that as they grow older their choices in life truly feed them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I see at this moment in their young lives--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNgyzBk_tcI/AAAAAAAACQo/HEwGdQ6tsWU/s1600/vso_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drawing, playing classical violin, tricky mathematics, geography and architecture all make Elizabeth just glow. She likes to find patterns and order in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNgvX_34_BI/AAAAAAAACQQ/qP36Xpsn-w0/s1600/liz+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNgvX_34_BI/AAAAAAAACQQ/qP36Xpsn-w0/s320/liz+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537227831181376530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Writing poetry, singing, modern art, and all things Tudor England set Helen alight. After sinking into the deep color of a Rothko painting or losing herself in the writing of a poem, she emerges &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nourished&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNg_O7pNHJI/AAAAAAAACRg/dMbvhx6oTgM/s1600/helencollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNg_O7pNHJI/AAAAAAAACRg/dMbvhx6oTgM/s400/helencollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537245267613260946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend we went on a day-trip that spoke deeply to them both. Our first stop was a Frank Lloyd Wright house. Lou absolutely loved it. She loved the patterns of the architecture. She loved how the furniture connected to the building. I could see her mind organizing every horizontal line in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNgyzBk_tcI/AAAAAAAACQo/HEwGdQ6tsWU/s1600/vso_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNgzHfMJz2I/AAAAAAAACQw/wRZB7JS096E/s1600/IMAG0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNgzHfMJz2I/AAAAAAAACQw/wRZB7JS096E/s320/IMAG0503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537231945576599394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she wouldn't get in any photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The biggest in-take of breath, however, was when she saw the piano, cello, and music stand. Oh, she wants her Dad to build her a Frank Lloyd Wright music stand. The idea that someone would design a house around the performance of music was a big one for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNg8AHFJsKI/AAAAAAAACRY/nYSU7adA_Y4/s1600/picWrightZimmermanHarkins-Photography_MusicRmPano1WEb-743332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNg8AHFJsKI/AAAAAAAACRY/nYSU7adA_Y4/s320/picWrightZimmermanHarkins-Photography_MusicRmPano1WEb-743332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537241714450346146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo courtesy, Currier Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Helen also enjoyed the house, but she lit up at the art museum when she got to visit her favorite artists--Mark Rothko and Georgia O'Keefe. She also loved hanging out in this big sculpture called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Origins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNg1Kj_nmNI/AAAAAAAACRI/4hfXeMC1dW4/s1600/IMAG0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNg1Kj_nmNI/AAAAAAAACRI/4hfXeMC1dW4/s320/IMAG0287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537234197429065938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a wonderful day. This season, I hope I can continue to find the contemplative moments to really see my girls and feed those inner sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNg6IL5X1LI/AAAAAAAACRQ/th36KiWKU38/s1600/IMG_1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNg6IL5X1LI/AAAAAAAACRQ/th36KiWKU38/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537239654158816434" 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/6569172028748385982-427688596881323586?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/427688596881323586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/11/finding-what-feeds-them.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/427688596881323586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/427688596881323586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/11/finding-what-feeds-them.html' title='Finding what feeds them'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNgvX_34_BI/AAAAAAAACQQ/qP36Xpsn-w0/s72-c/liz+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-4098552727153048113</id><published>2010-11-08T09:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:48:30.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martinmas'/><title type='text'>Martinmas Songs, Lanterns, and Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNgNE6TmXYI/AAAAAAAACQI/T9cudcgkHBo/s1600/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNgNE6TmXYI/AAAAAAAACQI/T9cudcgkHBo/s320/IMG_1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537190119874125186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting a lot of emails requesting PDFs of Martinmas Songs.  &lt;a href="http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/search/label/martinmas"&gt;This is the link to all my past Martinmas posts&lt;/a&gt;. Included here are the songs and a tutorial for making balloon lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martinmas is one of my favorite fall festivals. I look forward to turning our hearts toward the spirit of giving and thankfulness that is November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6569172028748385982-4098552727153048113?l=maymomvt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/feeds/4098552727153048113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/11/martinmas-songs-lanterns-and-traditions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4098552727153048113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6569172028748385982/posts/default/4098552727153048113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymomvt.blogspot.com/2010/11/martinmas-songs-lanterns-and-traditions.html' title='Martinmas Songs, Lanterns, and Traditions'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13718731023662212448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TNgNE6TmXYI/AAAAAAAACQI/T9cudcgkHBo/s72-c/IMG_1240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6569172028748385982.post-6036270823572406065</id><published>2010-10-25T08:55:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T13:30:04.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Sunday in my Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cool, rainy Sunday meant lots of cooking.... snickerdoodles for afternoon tea.&lt;br /&gt;A rustic apple tart and a pork roast for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene at one end of my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TMV-p4RTi6I/AAAAAAAACOw/JKwlQapXlW4/s1600/IMG_3770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAz1BJIqs5E/TMV-p4RTi6I/AAAAAAAACOw/JKwlQapXlW4/s320/IMG_3770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_55319
