<?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-15880082620425557</id><updated>2012-02-09T00:36:05.043-04:00</updated><category term='Moving'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='Interivews'/><category term='songs'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Farm Life'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Canada'/><category term='In The Kitchen'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='In the Garden'/><category term='school'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='America'/><category term='Visitors'/><category term='Joash'/><category term='Smile'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Talens' Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>381</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-607350640321143963</id><published>2012-02-08T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T10:04:33.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Joash's latest thing. It is quite cute, if I must say so myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c69b906254978780" 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://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc69b906254978780%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B59A060AA35C516C28F60F6375613B50A68FF7E.3C47569C333B57CF89AD93E8A00D7F78C0DD78CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc69b906254978780%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn5xv07gIw3H4btWSf67BbPiPMPY&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://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc69b906254978780%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B59A060AA35C516C28F60F6375613B50A68FF7E.3C47569C333B57CF89AD93E8A00D7F78C0DD78CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc69b906254978780%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn5xv07gIw3H4btWSf67BbPiPMPY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-607350640321143963?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/607350640321143963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=607350640321143963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/607350640321143963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/607350640321143963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/02/strong.html' title='Strong'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8872607959789696034</id><published>2012-02-06T10:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:17:19.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>A Snowy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Winter has finally decided to come. And we thought it was time Joash got out in the snow. So, we took him for a little ride in this sled. Wilbert's brother found it on the side of the road this summer and we figured we better test it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIuuL3J2HuY/Ty3EA2WK6NI/AAAAAAAACiM/sVAfPuBAIzc/s1600/IMG_0120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIuuL3J2HuY/Ty3EA2WK6NI/AAAAAAAACiM/sVAfPuBAIzc/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wilbert took Joash for a few spins around the field that is behind our house. We quickly&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;that this sled will work much better on well packed snow, but Joash didn't seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CfEK_ctCyE0/Ty3EGf_aDMI/AAAAAAAACiU/RQQT-8R0E2w/s1600/IMG_0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CfEK_ctCyE0/Ty3EGf_aDMI/AAAAAAAACiU/RQQT-8R0E2w/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He also didn't seem bothered by the snow at all. We didn't stay out too long, but I think he had a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8872607959789696034?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8872607959789696034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8872607959789696034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8872607959789696034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8872607959789696034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/02/snowy-day.html' title='A Snowy Day'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIuuL3J2HuY/Ty3EA2WK6NI/AAAAAAAACiM/sVAfPuBAIzc/s72-c/IMG_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-5280534071918283570</id><published>2012-02-02T14:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T15:40:45.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Keeping Busy (and Tooting My Own Horn)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have had quite a week. Joash has been sick for a good chunk of it. Thankfully, today he finally seems to be getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he is feeling better, I am trying to find some new and different things to keep him entertained. One of my favorite things I use is my &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usbornebooksathome.ca/usborne_books/browse.asp?css=1&amp;amp;cat=1&amp;amp;subject=pg&amp;amp;subcat=pgpc&amp;amp;id=4179"&gt;50 Things to Do With Your Baby&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;from Usborne. Even if I didn't sell Usborne, I would be sharing how great these cards are. On each card is a different activity that you can do with your child using things you have around the home. When I can sense that we are getting a little bored, I pull out the next card and we try out that activity. They are great and easy to use. I also like that they have a 5 different sets of these cards for different age groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joash's two favorite so far have been &lt;a href="http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/few-highlights-from-day-in-life-of.html"&gt;making a tent&lt;/a&gt; and playing with boxes. I have a big box and in the big box are a bunch of little boxes which he likes to take out and open and then put back in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Usborne for making this great parenting tool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-5280534071918283570?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/5280534071918283570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=5280534071918283570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5280534071918283570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5280534071918283570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/02/keeping-busy-and-tooting-my-own-horn.html' title='Keeping Busy (and Tooting My Own Horn)'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-3500668558909983102</id><published>2012-01-27T14:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T20:50:55.728-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Joash and Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We have known that Joash likes music for a long time. At least we thought he did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov7Xvtm7Av4/TyLtsOjx_5I/AAAAAAAACgc/BT9OyVk8o0A/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov7Xvtm7Av4/TyLtsOjx_5I/AAAAAAAACgc/BT9OyVk8o0A/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is how Joash was walking around yesterday while Wilbert was playing the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Wilbert comes home, Joash wants him to play the guitar. He walks over to the corner where the guitars are stored and touches them and pulls on the handles of the cases. He is also very good and turning the amp on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUDhfMny5xk/TyLtzz46inI/AAAAAAAACgk/s0QSUZc2iHI/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUDhfMny5xk/TyLtzz46inI/AAAAAAAACgk/s0QSUZc2iHI/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;His love of music runs pretty deep. It will be fun to see where it takes him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-3500668558909983102?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/3500668558909983102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=3500668558909983102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3500668558909983102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3500668558909983102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/joash-and-music.html' title='Joash and Music'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov7Xvtm7Av4/TyLtsOjx_5I/AAAAAAAACgc/BT9OyVk8o0A/s72-c/IMG_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8405751216741088225</id><published>2012-01-26T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:03:40.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Beyond Molasses Creek by Nicole Seitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://booksneeze.com/art/_140_245_Book.569.cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://booksneeze.com/art/_140_245_Book.569.cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Ally Green has traveled the world as a flight attendant, but the death of her father call her back home and she thinks she might stay. On the other side of the world a young woman in India, armed with a mysterious sketch book, is looking for the truth about her life and where she came from. Both of these women must confront their past in order to live in the present and face the future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beyond Molasses Creek&lt;/i&gt; by Nicole Seitz takes these two seemingly far apart stories and weaves them beautifully together. While it seems a bit of stretch sometimes both of these women are ultimately looking for the same thing. They want to be freed from their past. They want to find something to believe in and they need to find a friend to lean on through it all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I really enjoyed reading this book.&amp;nbsp; While the story seemed a bit farfetched at times for me, it was wonderfully written. I think there are many woman like Ally Green out there who are trying to hide from their past by keeping busy. In the end, you are only hiding from the truth. I did feel a little unsatisfied with the ending though. I feel like there were some lose ends that could have been tied up a little bit neater. But, I still enjoyed reading &lt;i&gt;Beyond Molasses Creek.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8405751216741088225?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8405751216741088225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8405751216741088225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8405751216741088225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8405751216741088225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/beyond-molasses-creek-by-nicole-seitz.html' title='Beyond Molasses Creek by Nicole Seitz'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-9165035867106974832</id><published>2012-01-25T14:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T20:53:36.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interivews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>15 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7pIiG3xoic/TyBCYMKqAOI/AAAAAAAACf4/UTX1IoksYkY/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7pIiG3xoic/TyBCYMKqAOI/AAAAAAAACf4/UTX1IoksYkY/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;M(om): Can you believe it Joash? You are 15 months old! Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J(oash): I know Mom. Hey, why didn't you interview me last month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Well, we were in Michigan and it was Christmas day and by the time I remembered and had a chance to get around to it, we were not that far away from today. So, I thought I would just do it all in one. So, what is new with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Well, the biggest thing is I am walking. I really like getting around by myself and being able to carry things with me.&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/-ikiwmpo2uYw/TyBCf1jz8kI/AAAAAAAACgA/xbSZQFQ1FPo/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikiwmpo2uYw/TyBCf1jz8kI/AAAAAAAACgA/xbSZQFQ1FPo/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M: You are getting very good at walking. What are your favorite things to play with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Well, I still really like my books. I am so glad you started to sell Usborne books! I like listening to all of the new stories. I also like my ball, tractors, barn and the animals. One of my favorite things to do is to put things inside of the fence by my barn. I like to put as many animals in as possible. I also like the Weeble house that I got for Christmas. I also love splashing in the tub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: What things do you like to eat these days?&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/-MRf4ZsPXHnk/TyBCmPYf_hI/AAAAAAAACgI/XR7Q22Zwqqo/s1600/IMG_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MRf4ZsPXHnk/TyBCmPYf_hI/AAAAAAAACgI/XR7Q22Zwqqo/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;J: Well, I don't think it has changed all that much. I like to feed myself more and I have learned that somethings like peas and carrots are really good all by themselves. I still really like my bread, cheese and fruit. I also like oatmeal and yogurt quite a bit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Any words that you would like to say for everyone to here?&lt;br /&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/-3AaNh7eBPIA/TyBCu4-WWnI/AAAAAAAACgQ/-ff6C7te7zg/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3AaNh7eBPIA/TyBCu4-WWnI/AAAAAAAACgQ/-ff6C7te7zg/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;J: I am very good at "Dada" and "Mama." I can sign "more," "please," "all done," "drink," and "milk." So I am pretty good at getting my point across without saying too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: And sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I sleep great at night, but I am not really sure I need to two naps any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Well ,we shall see about that in the month to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-9165035867106974832?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/9165035867106974832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=9165035867106974832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/9165035867106974832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/9165035867106974832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/15-months.html' title='15 Months'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7pIiG3xoic/TyBCYMKqAOI/AAAAAAAACf4/UTX1IoksYkY/s72-c/IMG_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8130606107370490199</id><published>2012-01-24T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:36:28.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Search Committee by Tim Owens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.tyndale.com/thpdata/images--covers/119_w/978-1-4143-6445-2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://files.tyndale.com/thpdata/images--covers/119_w/978-1-4143-6445-2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;There are times in life when we are seemingly thrown together with a group of people that we do not know or have anything in common with. Whether it be a small group at church, colleges at work or a committee at school, it can be amazing what a random group of people can accomplish. And often, within that group of people, it becomes clear that they really do have things in common and need each other to make a difference in this world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;A seemingly random group of people find themselves together in &lt;i&gt;The Search Committee &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Tim Owens. This group has been put in charge of the task of finding a new minister to lead their church congregation. By spending many Sunday’s together traveling to different churches to meet and listen to different ministers, the members of this committee learn a lot about each other. And through some challenge circumstances, they come to rely on each other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I enjoyed reading &lt;i&gt;The Search Committee&lt;/i&gt; because it was a book at felt at home in it. I could see myself and members of my church as the characters. I know what it is like to be put in this situation like this. I found the book very real and relatable. I think it is one of the better books I have read in a while. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Tyndale House Publishers for review purposes.&amp;nbsp; I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8130606107370490199?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8130606107370490199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8130606107370490199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8130606107370490199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8130606107370490199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/search-committee-by-tim-owens.html' title='The Search Committee by Tim Owens'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7908150828982830269</id><published>2012-01-23T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:08:44.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>My Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyHIbjmMW3Q/Tx2f5tWVm8I/AAAAAAAACfc/TG8EnIdAJck/s1600/IMG_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyHIbjmMW3Q/Tx2f5tWVm8I/AAAAAAAACfc/TG8EnIdAJck/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As Joash is getting bigger, it is fun to see the things he is picking up on. He is starting to do a few things to "help" me out. Laundry day is a good example. He helps put the dirty clothes in the basket. When the clothes are ready to be folded, he likes to take them out of the basket and hand them to me. Unfortunately, I can't quite fold has fast as he can empty the basket, so that can be a little crazy. He also likes to put folded socks back in the basket to go upstairs and be put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing he likes to do is help me put away dishes. If he is walking around on the floor, I will give him a plastic container that goes in "his" cupboard. If I am holding him, he likes to drop cooking utensils in the draw they go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fun to have a helper and I hope that he becomes and even better helper in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7908150828982830269?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7908150828982830269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7908150828982830269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7908150828982830269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7908150828982830269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-little-helper.html' title='My Little Helper'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyHIbjmMW3Q/Tx2f5tWVm8I/AAAAAAAACfc/TG8EnIdAJck/s72-c/IMG_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7958262592705873004</id><published>2012-01-18T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:58:47.740-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>A Few Highlights From a Day in the Life of Joash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There is no real theme to this post, other than that these pictures were all taken on the same day and it give you a little glimpse into Joash's world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joash is starting to walk with quite a bit of confidence. He likes to walk around with his fists in the air which is quite cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqybkz_lSqI/TxbNrkGZwvI/AAAAAAAACeg/fgPfU8-tYv8/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqybkz_lSqI/TxbNrkGZwvI/AAAAAAAACeg/fgPfU8-tYv8/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think he now walks more than crawls, especially when he has a long distance to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joash got a nice soft stuffed bunny from his Oom Jander at Christmas time and he really likes to snuggle with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eN2xWwg0hds/TxbN0ZjuCfI/AAAAAAAACeo/h2EB0xLsBBY/s1600/IMG_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eN2xWwg0hds/TxbN0ZjuCfI/AAAAAAAACeo/h2EB0xLsBBY/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a tent the other day out of blankets and chairs and Joash loved to crawl back and forth under the blanket. He even walked through it which took quite a bit of skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPa0N-ggq9I/TxbN4tiA6ZI/AAAAAAAACew/VUbk-sS5Gj4/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPa0N-ggq9I/TxbN4tiA6ZI/AAAAAAAACew/VUbk-sS5Gj4/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Thanks for making this great blanket tent for me, Mom! I love it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7958262592705873004?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7958262592705873004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7958262592705873004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7958262592705873004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7958262592705873004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/few-highlights-from-day-in-life-of.html' title='A Few Highlights From a Day in the Life of Joash'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqybkz_lSqI/TxbNrkGZwvI/AAAAAAAACeg/fgPfU8-tYv8/s72-c/IMG_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-235578420565777279</id><published>2012-01-16T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:11:57.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Walking on His Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joash tried out walking on his hands the other day. He thought it was really fun and walked all over the house with the help of Dad. He was quite fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HkNvjvWLS4E/TxRnnH6o7qI/AAAAAAAACeE/BTaI3g6UmXk/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HkNvjvWLS4E/TxRnnH6o7qI/AAAAAAAACeE/BTaI3g6UmXk/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It will be interesting to see if he will be able to do this on his own some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-235578420565777279?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/235578420565777279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=235578420565777279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/235578420565777279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/235578420565777279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/walking-on-his-hands.html' title='Walking on His Hands'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HkNvjvWLS4E/TxRnnH6o7qI/AAAAAAAACeE/BTaI3g6UmXk/s72-c/IMG_0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-5077866495620770642</id><published>2012-01-11T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:52:08.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Barn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joash got his first pair of coveralls for Christmas, so we have put them to good use by visiting Dad in the barn a few times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxwqXD0UbNg/Tw2g9cGYqaI/AAAAAAAACcc/xAygb8DW2hw/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxwqXD0UbNg/Tw2g9cGYqaI/AAAAAAAACcc/xAygb8DW2hw/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" width="240" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaD2zTj9uOk/Tw2hHmJNDSI/AAAAAAAACck/uip947umrMw/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaD2zTj9uOk/Tw2hHmJNDSI/AAAAAAAACck/uip947umrMw/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Joash does not quite know what to make of the barn and all the animals. He likes them from a distance, but when they get too close, he is not a fan. A cow was trying to lick him last time and he really didn't like that. I would guess that by this time next year, he won't want to ever leave the barn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-5077866495620770642?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/5077866495620770642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=5077866495620770642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5077866495620770642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5077866495620770642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-barn.html' title='In the Barn'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxwqXD0UbNg/Tw2g9cGYqaI/AAAAAAAACcc/xAygb8DW2hw/s72-c/IMG_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-3321736001171835848</id><published>2012-01-05T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:56:42.274-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farm Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Critter Barn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One other thing we did as a family while we were in Michigan was visit &lt;a href="http://www.critterbarn.org/site/c.ihKMIWPDIqE/b.4103393/k.BE35/Home.htm"&gt;The Critter Barn&lt;/a&gt;. We thought it would be fun, since Joash is starting to like animals. They were also holding a live Nativity, so we thought that would be cool too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The first animal we visited was Joash's favorite, cats. He loves cats. We have some nice ones are our farm and in the summer he would crawl after them. All of the cats at The Critter Barn we super nice and Joash loved petting them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zBO7kgY56g/TwWopbashQI/AAAAAAAACao/zpfrQ3I7N5I/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zBO7kgY56g/TwWopbashQI/AAAAAAAACao/zpfrQ3I7N5I/s320/IMG_0047.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-753MeK0dv3o/TwWozSlMjrI/AAAAAAAACaw/kpb2oRd626g/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-753MeK0dv3o/TwWozSlMjrI/AAAAAAAACaw/kpb2oRd626g/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The we saw the rabbits and chickens. Joash didn't really know what to think about these and the rest of the animals for that matter. But the volunteers were great! The girl in the picture below was always bringing the softest or the calmest animals over Joash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MIeaJejgEPU/TwWo-TxB5uI/AAAAAAAACa4/_AOqzsUSs2M/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MIeaJejgEPU/TwWo-TxB5uI/AAAAAAAACa4/_AOqzsUSs2M/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The live Nativity was very nice. Joash like to touch the sheep. We also got to see the donkeys, turkeys, goats, horses, peacocks and whole bunch of other animals. Joash was just taking in all as he usually does, and was happy until a goose nipped his finger and a really loud billy goat who seemed to be trying to escape his enclosure got in his face. After a quick visit to the cats again and then seeing a horse that Joash thought was pretty cool, we decided we better head home on a good note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to taking Joash back to The Critter Barn when he is a bit older. I think he will like it even more then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-3321736001171835848?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/3321736001171835848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=3321736001171835848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3321736001171835848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3321736001171835848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/critter-barn.html' title='The Critter Barn'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zBO7kgY56g/TwWopbashQI/AAAAAAAACao/zpfrQ3I7N5I/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-1283038237940136252</id><published>2012-01-04T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:15:50.740-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Once We Got There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Once we got to Michigan, we had a great time. Joash had lots of fun playing with everyone. Here are some of the things he did:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkwXpM-qrYk/TwRmUrCqH1I/AAAAAAAACaA/SYJ92s2i-ls/s1600/2011_12_251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkwXpM-qrYk/TwRmUrCqH1I/AAAAAAAACaA/SYJ92s2i-ls/s320/2011_12_251.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging out with Grandpa and Grandma, playing with new toys and new people, reading books with Grandma, playing catch with Dad and the Uncles and practicing walking.&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;Of course, since it was Christmas, that meant a lot of presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnnop-xpy3c/TwRmkKWuMkI/AAAAAAAACaI/LnFEBQ6vasU/s1600/2011_12_25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnnop-xpy3c/TwRmkKWuMkI/AAAAAAAACaI/LnFEBQ6vasU/s320/2011_12_25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great time with the whole family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-we_sZsYHiqE/TwSWy4gaJKI/AAAAAAAACaU/TdB4UWfqidU/s1600/Christmas+2011+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-we_sZsYHiqE/TwSWy4gaJKI/AAAAAAAACaU/TdB4UWfqidU/s320/Christmas+2011+017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Joash really enjoyed his first Christmas in Michigan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slDRWy7c9xY/TwSW1IxOL6I/AAAAAAAACac/J8uzOGQyjgg/s1600/Pictures+198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slDRWy7c9xY/TwSW1IxOL6I/AAAAAAAACac/J8uzOGQyjgg/s320/Pictures+198.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/15880082620425557-1283038237940136252?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/1283038237940136252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=1283038237940136252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1283038237940136252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1283038237940136252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-we-got-there.html' title='Once We Got There'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkwXpM-qrYk/TwRmUrCqH1I/AAAAAAAACaA/SYJ92s2i-ls/s72-c/2011_12_251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-6747907814608429422</id><published>2012-01-03T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:45:51.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Travels: The Extended Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had quite a time with our travels during this holiday season. Here is a not so quick run down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Michigan - Day 1&lt;/b&gt;: We left&amp;nbsp;Charlottetown&amp;nbsp;and arrived in Halifax and learned our connecting flight to Toronto was delayed. Finally the plane comes it (it came from London). Before we even get off the plane, they announced three names, including ours, who were to go to counter right away. We knew that we had missed our connection to Grand Rapids, especially since we would have needed to go through customs. Once we got the counter, the agent handed us a folder and told us that we had reservations at a certain hotel and we had meal vouchers for dinner and breakfast. So we couldn't complain really. We went to the&amp;nbsp;baggage&amp;nbsp;claim to get our bags, which didn't come. Wilbert asked the baggage&amp;nbsp;attendant&amp;nbsp;and he said our bags would be up in the customs area since they were supposed to go to the US. So we headed back upstairs and explained our story to the security guard at the entrance. She suggested that only Wilbert go and get the bag and Joash and I meet him at the arrival gate. So we split up. As I was walking with Joash, I really started to second guess this decision, but in the end it worked out fine. Joash was a trooper and played nicely with his cars. Wilbert finally found us, once he figured out there were two arrival gates, one for Canada and one for the US. Joash and I were by Canada, and Wilbert came out the US one. Finally the shuttle came for our hotel and Joash fell asleep on Wilbert while we were waiting for the shuttle. He woke up briefly and had a quick bath which he screamed through and refused his bottle. Wilbert put him in the crib and sang a little and Joash slept the whole night through.&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/-LnlG8oItng4/TwMQqjYonYI/AAAAAAAACXk/zpxts1r4uk8/s1600/IMG_9878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnlG8oItng4/TwMQqjYonYI/AAAAAAAACXk/zpxts1r4uk8/s320/IMG_9878.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Michigan - Day 2&lt;/b&gt;: We got the airport, checked in and through&amp;nbsp;security&amp;nbsp;with no problems. I enjoyed being able to go through the family line in security. It is nice perk of having flying with a child. We got on out plane and we left just about right on time, I think. Maybe a few minutes late. We might have contributed to that a bit because Wilbert was changing Joash diaper when they started boarding. And since there were only 8 people on this flight, boarding did not take very long.We arrived in Detroit and then waited about 1/2 an hour or for a gate to open up for us. Not cool because once we got inside we figured out we had to take a shuttle to the other terminal. So, by the time we got the right terminal, our flight had left. So, we got in line at the ticket counter and the agent told us the next flight to Grand Rapids left at noon, but it was delayed two hours. There was really no other option, so we went with that and had lunch at the airport. The one challenge with all of these changes was getting a hold of my mom who was going to pick up us. She had left earlier in the morning to do some errands before going to the airport. We didn't have her cell phone number for some reason and when we got there, my mom also told us her cell phone was dead. Eventually, we connected and she was there when we finally arrived in Grand Rapids at 3 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back Home - Day 1&lt;/b&gt;: We had no problems at all from Grand Rapids to Toronto. Customs and everything went really smoothly. The only weird thing was once we got to Toronto, we had to go to the agent and get a boarding pass printed for Joash. They do things differently in GR I guess, but we got it straightened out. We boarded our plane to Halifax, which was a tiny bit late. But then we waited for a flight to get in from Edmonton because there were probably 20 + passengers from that flight on this one to Halifax. Then we had to wait for the ground crew to come back so we could leave the gate. In all we sat on the plane for close to an hour and a half. I think we knew then already that we were going to miss our connection again. Once we landed in Halifax, they announced that anyone who was connecting to a bunch of cities, including Charlottetown, should go directly to customer service. We got there and learned there were no more flight to Charlottetown for the day. So we were put up in a hotel again and give meal vouchers. We found our luggage much more easily this time, though we were at the wrong baggage claim. I thought I spotted out bag one baggage claim over and upon investigation, I discovered I was right. Joash again was a trooper and slept really well in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back Home - Day 2&lt;/b&gt;: A very easy day. Our flight actually arrived a few minutes early. The only bad part was Joash made a stinky diaper right as they started boarding the plane, so we had a sit with it for a while, but we changed him once we got to&amp;nbsp;cruising&amp;nbsp;altitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, it was a long trip travel wise. But we cannot complain because the air line was very, very good to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-6747907814608429422?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/6747907814608429422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=6747907814608429422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6747907814608429422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6747907814608429422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/travels-extended-version.html' title='Travels: The Extended Version'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnlG8oItng4/TwMQqjYonYI/AAAAAAAACXk/zpxts1r4uk8/s72-c/IMG_9878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-47160327092617570</id><published>2012-01-02T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:29:06.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We have had a very busy holiday season. I will be posting more about it through the next week. But for now, I just wanted to say that we hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9fBuX1VVqc/TwH13Cdh9hI/AAAAAAAACXE/2PQsbQ22x8g/s1600/IMG_9696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9fBuX1VVqc/TwH13Cdh9hI/AAAAAAAACXE/2PQsbQ22x8g/s320/IMG_9696.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/15880082620425557-47160327092617570?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/47160327092617570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=47160327092617570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/47160327092617570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/47160327092617570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2012/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9fBuX1VVqc/TwH13Cdh9hI/AAAAAAAACXE/2PQsbQ22x8g/s72-c/IMG_9696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-1135516644838937598</id><published>2011-12-20T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:02:49.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>He is Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's right! Joash is testing out his feet and getting more confident each day. Here is a little video we took of him showing off his new skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cff6901ff9d9f524" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcff6901ff9d9f524%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43B3549670EE46D9F3E865FF1F0906A9B03696B6.585B594738B83BE9633D63DE493C60E9EC4A59C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcff6901ff9d9f524%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNC5czmk8RiUuzYIhi3APOpyWVPY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcff6901ff9d9f524%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43B3549670EE46D9F3E865FF1F0906A9B03696B6.585B594738B83BE9633D63DE493C60E9EC4A59C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcff6901ff9d9f524%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNC5czmk8RiUuzYIhi3APOpyWVPY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-1135516644838937598?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/1135516644838937598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=1135516644838937598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1135516644838937598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1135516644838937598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/12/he-is-walking.html' title='He is Walking'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-1861277883692579527</id><published>2011-12-16T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T14:13:55.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Fun With a Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joash had a bit of fun with a box yesterday. I put him in the box to start off and then he crawled in and out of the box several times throughout the day. He thought it was a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxLEgQQQGPM/TuuIrtonqFI/AAAAAAAACRw/hVwsy_juZ8o/s1600/IMG_9871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxLEgQQQGPM/TuuIrtonqFI/AAAAAAAACRw/hVwsy_juZ8o/s320/IMG_9871.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q37YDCEq0y8/TuuIzeTmymI/AAAAAAAACR4/a0qhQY26LvE/s1600/IMG_9872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q37YDCEq0y8/TuuIzeTmymI/AAAAAAAACR4/a0qhQY26LvE/s320/IMG_9872.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a silly boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G11fKbZPbWM/TuuI6ncPsvI/AAAAAAAACSA/_tJmmsqHM1Q/s1600/IMG_9873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G11fKbZPbWM/TuuI6ncPsvI/AAAAAAAACSA/_tJmmsqHM1Q/s320/IMG_9873.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"And this is how I get out of the box."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-1861277883692579527?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/1861277883692579527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=1861277883692579527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1861277883692579527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1861277883692579527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/12/fun-with-box.html' title='Fun With a Box'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YxLEgQQQGPM/TuuIrtonqFI/AAAAAAAACRw/hVwsy_juZ8o/s72-c/IMG_9871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-2620111295923218423</id><published>2011-12-13T15:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:40:49.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In The Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Sweet Swap - the Recipe Edition</title><content type='html'>Today at Coffee Break, I took part in a Christmas Sweet Swap with several other in the group. I now have a /2 dozen of 12 different yummy goodies. How fun is that? I made &lt;a href="http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-that-musical-is-finished.html"&gt;Cake Balls&lt;/a&gt; for the swap and I hope that people enjoy them. We also got the recipes for all of the sweets, so now I have even more ideas for great things to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our social time at coffee break we were talking about different sweet recipes, and I mentioned the Cookie Bar recipe that I make. I got this recipe from my mom. She made it one time when we were in Michigan and Wilbert just loves these bars. He could eat the whole pan in one sitting, I think. So, my friends at coffee break wanted me to share the recipe, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 box yellow cake mix&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup margarine - melted&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine first 5 ingredients - mix at medium speed for two minutes. Stir in chocolate chips. Bake in a greased 9x13 pan at 375 for 20-25 minutes or until they test done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt 1/2 cup chocolate chips with 1 teaspoon&amp;nbsp;shortening. Drizzle over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-2620111295923218423?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/2620111295923218423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=2620111295923218423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2620111295923218423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2620111295923218423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/12/sweet-swap-recipe-addition.html' title='Sweet Swap - the Recipe Edition'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8173036524291420374</id><published>2011-12-12T10:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T13:49:35.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Wooden Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joash got a this little pair of wooden shoes when he was a baby and I noticed the other day that they sort of fit him now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDUuH-28oyM/TuYJGxXcaKI/AAAAAAAACRQ/lZ34HQb8zUY/s1600/IMG_9852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDUuH-28oyM/TuYJGxXcaKI/AAAAAAAACRQ/lZ34HQb8zUY/s320/IMG_9852.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He is starting to get that certain things go on his feet. Yesterday he was struggling with a sock trying over and over again to open it up and put it on his foot. The same thing happened with his wooden shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QSXgK0PzfYQ/TuYJPVoYB_I/AAAAAAAACRY/lAwAfcVNfjE/s1600/IMG_9854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QSXgK0PzfYQ/TuYJPVoYB_I/AAAAAAAACRY/lAwAfcVNfjE/s320/IMG_9854.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"They go on my feet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMWzRKlYPjU/TuYJXvFklXI/AAAAAAAACRg/maH1f6CY04w/s1600/IMG_9855.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMWzRKlYPjU/TuYJXvFklXI/AAAAAAAACRg/maH1f6CY04w/s320/IMG_9855.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I can do this!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1lBEmOxWWc/TuYJf9z36tI/AAAAAAAACRo/xtkHXYeSnpE/s1600/IMG_9856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1lBEmOxWWc/TuYJf9z36tI/AAAAAAAACRo/xtkHXYeSnpE/s320/IMG_9856.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I am still trying, Mom. This is harder then it looks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someday he will figure out how to dress himself. But it is pretty cute to see him try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8173036524291420374?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8173036524291420374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8173036524291420374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8173036524291420374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8173036524291420374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/12/wooden-shoes.html' title='Wooden Shoes'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDUuH-28oyM/TuYJGxXcaKI/AAAAAAAACRQ/lZ34HQb8zUY/s72-c/IMG_9852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-6865656956606488071</id><published>2011-12-06T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:33:58.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Sinterklaas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwB0HIV7cSU/Tt5eSOiNVxI/AAAAAAAACQo/UvIB_d8jTiE/s1600/IMG_9831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwB0HIV7cSU/Tt5eSOiNVxI/AAAAAAAACQo/UvIB_d8jTiE/s320/IMG_9831.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since we are going to be in the States for Christmas, Opa and Oma thought Joash should get to celebrate Sinterklaas. So they came last night with a new outfit for Joash and this cool dump truck. It was so cute to see Joash's face just light up when he pulled the truck out. He made his great engine noise and pushed it all over the house before bed and then again this morning. Thanks Opa and Oma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-6865656956606488071?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/6865656956606488071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=6865656956606488071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6865656956606488071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6865656956606488071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/12/sinterklaas.html' title='Sinterklaas'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwB0HIV7cSU/Tt5eSOiNVxI/AAAAAAAACQo/UvIB_d8jTiE/s72-c/IMG_9831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-5919826499853565520</id><published>2011-12-05T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:17:18.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Sneaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our house has &lt;a href="http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving-part-6-wonderful-and-weird-in.html"&gt;really low counters&lt;/a&gt;. So low that Joash can reach stuff that is on top of the counter. Every day is seems like he can reach further, so things like knives have to go way to the back of the counter or in the sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The other day I made some bars (or squares for you Canadians. I had scooped them out of the pan and put them in another container for storage. I had set the pan and the spatula I had used to scoop the bars out on the counter. I turned around to do something and when I looked back, this is what I saw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--zwkZFgJL1o/TtzNW1gjKdI/AAAAAAAACQg/CxjaUgokOrM/s1600/IMG_9822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--zwkZFgJL1o/TtzNW1gjKdI/AAAAAAAACQg/CxjaUgokOrM/s320/IMG_9822.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Joash had located the spatula I had used and was licking off the crumbs. What a sneaky little guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-5919826499853565520?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/5919826499853565520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=5919826499853565520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5919826499853565520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5919826499853565520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/12/sneaky.html' title='Sneaky'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--zwkZFgJL1o/TtzNW1gjKdI/AAAAAAAACQg/CxjaUgokOrM/s72-c/IMG_9822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-2095649278270030423</id><published>2011-12-02T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:33:48.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Conditioning</title><content type='html'>You remember&amp;nbsp;Pavlov's&amp;nbsp;dog? Mr.&amp;nbsp;Pavlov&amp;nbsp;did some experiments with his dog where he would bring the dog food and ring a bell. Eventually, he would just ring the bell and the dog would start to salivate, thinking food was coming. This&amp;nbsp;concept&amp;nbsp;is known as conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently it works with humans, too. Joash and I were out and about yesterday morning and we were on our way home again right around nap time. I had taken a snack for Joash with me in hopes that I could keep him awake on the way home and then he would take a nice morning nap like usual. (This plan failed miserably. He stayed awake on the way home, and the rest of the morning, but he had a good afternoon nap, so that was nice). I gave him a few crackers when I put him in his car seat. Then, as we were driving home, I handed him a cracker every now and then. When I would reach in the bag to grab a cracker, it made a nice crinkling sound. One time, I glanced in the&amp;nbsp;rear view&amp;nbsp;mirror while getting a cracker for Joash and as soon as the bag crinkled, his little hand shot straight up in the air, ready to get a cracker. I laughed a little and then tried to see if it was just a fluke. But no, every time Joash heard the sound of the bag crinkling, he stuck his hand (hands) up in the air, waiting for his cracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing what he learns and understands each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-2095649278270030423?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/2095649278270030423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=2095649278270030423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2095649278270030423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2095649278270030423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/12/conditioning.html' title='Conditioning'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-259547075630659538</id><published>2011-11-30T10:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:23:49.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Funny and Not So Funny</title><content type='html'>Funny: The other day, Joash was splashing in the tub and I stepped out to get a towel. When I came back, Joash was sitting in a tub with no water in it. He had pulled the stopper out of the drain and let all of the water out. When I tried to put more water in, he really didn't like and kept trying to pull the stopper out. Thankfully, this seems to have been a one time only incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not So Funny: Joash took a tumble down about 5 steps yesterday. I felt sick watching him tumble, not able to get there fast enough to do anything about it. Thankfully, he seems like his normal silly self today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny: While we were grocery shopping yesterday, Joash kept putting his hands in the air like the does while he is standing and&amp;nbsp;squealing. I don't know if he thought he was standing or if he was testing out what it might be like to ride a roller coaster. It was funny made a lot of people smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-259547075630659538?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/259547075630659538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=259547075630659538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/259547075630659538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/259547075630659538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/11/funny-and-not-so-funny.html' title='Funny and Not So Funny'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-6940638454448111043</id><published>2011-11-29T14:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T06:22:56.923-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interivews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>13 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DNV4kUUrJ5w/Ts-vH1PfWrI/AAAAAAAACPg/NhikJLTGPoM/s1600/IMG_9643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DNV4kUUrJ5w/Ts-vH1PfWrI/AAAAAAAACPg/NhikJLTGPoM/s320/IMG_9643.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M(om): Joash, even though it looks like you are having fun, can I interupt you for a minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J(oash): Sure Mom. See, I have been busy just like you. I have been 13 months for a few days now, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I know. So, what should people know about you at 13 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgLCm-iWQEo/Ts-vITlHlFI/AAAAAAAACPs/OuZIzPs4pGc/s1600/IMG_9667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgLCm-iWQEo/Ts-vITlHlFI/AAAAAAAACPs/OuZIzPs4pGc/s320/IMG_9667.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;J: Well, I am turning into a big boy. I can stand for while all by myself. But, sometimes I get so excited that I plop right down. I can eat big people food like you and Dad. I am using a spoon and I can make my wishes known by pointing. I can show you were my toes, mouth, and belly are at. Do you want to see?&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/-2vx2nTT7Pz4/Ts-vJQmahsI/AAAAAAAACQI/-k2MeW6s4I4/s1600/IMG_9715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2vx2nTT7Pz4/Ts-vJQmahsI/AAAAAAAACQI/-k2MeW6s4I4/s320/IMG_9715.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Maybe in a little bit. What are your favorite foods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I still really like bread, cheese and fruit. I am drinking more of my milk from a cup. I also had spaghetti for the first time and it was delicious! I didn't even need applesauce with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I am glad that you like it. We will have it again sometime, I promise. What are your favorite toys right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I still like my tractors a lot. And my books. I also like to try and stack things up, though mostly because it is fun to knock the stack over later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Anything else that you would like to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I think that is all for right now, Mom. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-6940638454448111043?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/6940638454448111043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=6940638454448111043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6940638454448111043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6940638454448111043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/11/13-months.html' title='13 months'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DNV4kUUrJ5w/Ts-vH1PfWrI/AAAAAAAACPg/NhikJLTGPoM/s72-c/IMG_9643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-6412248677974915150</id><published>2011-11-23T14:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:10:54.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Standing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTppmnwQXOw/Ts0s_vp_naI/AAAAAAAACPU/-Olj3W3JATw/s1600/IMG_9707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTppmnwQXOw/Ts0s_vp_naI/AAAAAAAACPU/-Olj3W3JATw/s320/IMG_9707.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a pretty common sight right now. Joash practicing standing on his own. It is really funny because he will stand up next to something, and then puts his hands up in the air. We usually cheer and then he falls down. Then he gets into this crazy cycle of standing and falling, laughing the whole time. I think he finds falling on to his bum just a fun as standing on his own. We will see how soon he starts walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it is snowing again. We are supposed to get 15 cm (6 inches) so here comes winter. I am also gearing up for my first craft fair with Usborne Books this weekend. Hopefully the roads will be fine by Friday and lots of people will want to get out to check out the craft fair. We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-6412248677974915150?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/6412248677974915150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=6412248677974915150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6412248677974915150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6412248677974915150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/11/standing-up.html' title='Standing Up'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTppmnwQXOw/Ts0s_vp_naI/AAAAAAAACPU/-Olj3W3JATw/s72-c/IMG_9707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-5101352970410285352</id><published>2011-11-17T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T09:54:49.857-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Just Relaxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qk99eJoQ_vQ/TsUQ0qWYkeI/AAAAAAAACPI/ktN6SegXqqc/s1600/IMG_9704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qk99eJoQ_vQ/TsUQ0qWYkeI/AAAAAAAACPI/ktN6SegXqqc/s320/IMG_9704.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Joash seems to enjoy relaxing in his high chair. He likes to link his hands behind his neck and just sit for a bit while eating. It is pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also getting more confident on his feet. He likes to stand up by us and then let go and balance for a bit. I hope walking is a ways off yet. I don't know if I am ready to chase after him yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-5101352970410285352?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/5101352970410285352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=5101352970410285352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5101352970410285352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5101352970410285352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-relaxing.html' title='Just Relaxing'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qk99eJoQ_vQ/TsUQ0qWYkeI/AAAAAAAACPI/ktN6SegXqqc/s72-c/IMG_9704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7240597507747504817</id><published>2011-11-14T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:46:52.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joash continues to eat pretty well, though eating is often an adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He is starting to feed himself more and more. When he is finished with things like bread, the likes to clear his tray off by dropping any leftovers on the floor or sticking them next to him down the side of the seat. You never really &amp;nbsp;know what you will find on his seat when you take him our after a meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He is also trying to use a spoon a bit more, which can lead to experiments with applesauce as hair gel. This picture show some of the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRkgOJ6xxlA/TsFgip1UqFI/AAAAAAAACPA/o1mUMFJbNEw/s1600/IMG_9701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRkgOJ6xxlA/TsFgip1UqFI/AAAAAAAACPA/o1mUMFJbNEw/s320/IMG_9701.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Do you like my hair, Mom?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So, we put a sheet on our floor now so clean up is a bit easier. Because you never know what will happen while Joash is eating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7240597507747504817?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7240597507747504817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7240597507747504817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7240597507747504817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7240597507747504817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventures-in-eating.html' title='Adventures in Eating'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRkgOJ6xxlA/TsFgip1UqFI/AAAAAAAACPA/o1mUMFJbNEw/s72-c/IMG_9701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-3750166908281707167</id><published>2011-11-09T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T14:31:37.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Rough Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had a bit of a rough start to this week. First of all the time change really threw us for loop. Joash woke up at 5 am Sunday and Monday. Tuesday was a bit better and today we are back on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then Monday morning, I was dusting by the piano and Joash was behind me playing a little song. As I took a step, he was making the switch to lean on my legs. He fell down and somehow hit his face and got his first black eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rzWgHs7zIs/TrqC0IgUn7I/AAAAAAAACOU/yotTn8ZWrx4/s1600/IMG_9640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rzWgHs7zIs/TrqC0IgUn7I/AAAAAAAACOU/yotTn8ZWrx4/s320/IMG_9640.JPG" width="240" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9X5Wc8qrM8/TrqC9s4VBwI/AAAAAAAACOc/EnhKseG2QMA/s1600/IMG_9641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9X5Wc8qrM8/TrqC9s4VBwI/AAAAAAAACOc/EnhKseG2QMA/s320/IMG_9641.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But things are looking much better today. Hopefully we are over the rough start of the week and we will have a nice end to the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-3750166908281707167?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/3750166908281707167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=3750166908281707167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3750166908281707167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3750166908281707167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/11/rough-start.html' title='Rough Start'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rzWgHs7zIs/TrqC0IgUn7I/AAAAAAAACOU/yotTn8ZWrx4/s72-c/IMG_9640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-1745744313401373084</id><published>2011-11-07T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:15:06.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Softly and Tenderly by Sara Evans and Rachel Hauck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://booksneeze.com/art/_140_245_Book.520.cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://booksneeze.com/art/_140_245_Book.520.cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wanting a child more than anything, Jade Benson’s life is turned on its head when she learns her husband has a child with another woman.&amp;nbsp; As her world crumbles around her, Jade questions everything she has ever believed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Softly and Tenderly &lt;/i&gt;by Sara Evans and Rachel Hauck follow Jade on a journey back to her childhood home. Her mother’s health, her marriage and her faith are all teetering in the balance. But coming home also helps Jade to understand that her life and her future doesn’t rest in her own power, but in the power of God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the second book in the Songbird Series and I loved it. I really want to go back and read the first novel and I eagerly look forward to the release of the third in the new year. It was a captivating novel and one to add to your list for a beach read for next summer. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com &amp;lt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://xn--booksneeze-0oa.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://BookSneeze®.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;gt; book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-1745744313401373084?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/1745744313401373084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=1745744313401373084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1745744313401373084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1745744313401373084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/11/softly-and-tenderly-by-sara-evans-and.html' title='Softly and Tenderly by Sara Evans and Rachel Hauck'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7660178790106764056</id><published>2011-11-04T15:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:13:12.842-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QX3qq2ZRonU/TrQmym05IbI/AAAAAAAACNc/E4OEnWqeMtA/s1600/IMG_9633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QX3qq2ZRonU/TrQmym05IbI/AAAAAAAACNc/E4OEnWqeMtA/s320/IMG_9633.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am amazed every day by what Joash can understand. He doesn't say any words yet, but he understands a lot of them. Here are some&amp;nbsp;examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joash, where is your tractor?" He makes his tractor noise and then looks around for his tractor and points or crawls over when he finds it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's look at a book." He crawls over to his book basket and pulls one out and hands it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apple." He loves his applesauce and will always open his mouth for a taste when you remind him it is apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I asked his where his barn and animals were and he crawled right over to his barn and showed me his pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to see a little mind in action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7660178790106764056?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7660178790106764056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7660178790106764056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7660178790106764056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7660178790106764056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/11/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QX3qq2ZRonU/TrQmym05IbI/AAAAAAAACNc/E4OEnWqeMtA/s72-c/IMG_9633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-5656274792803314288</id><published>2011-11-02T09:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:42:03.741-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Playing with Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently&amp;nbsp;Joash got the hang of tearing off wrapping paper from his birthday. He and dad had a bit of fun with fliers after we were finished with them this past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWwev1eOKGc/TrCOoL0tFXI/AAAAAAAACNA/nq4cGLlyk6M/s1600/IMG_9629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWwev1eOKGc/TrCOoL0tFXI/AAAAAAAACNA/nq4cGLlyk6M/s320/IMG_9629.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TSWV9CePErk/TrCOzLV-Z9I/AAAAAAAACNI/yMu1Ybz8SHk/s1600/IMG_9631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TSWV9CePErk/TrCOzLV-Z9I/AAAAAAAACNI/yMu1Ybz8SHk/s320/IMG_9631.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joash also had his 1 year check up and immunizations. He is 25 lbs 2 oz and 30 inches long. That puts him in the 70th and 50th percentiles, respectively, so he is a very average sized kid. His immunizations went really well. He only cried for the last of three pokes, and otherwise just looked very nonchalantly at the nurse. His top two teeth are slowly making their appearance. I still can't believe my little guy is a year old already! Where does the time go?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-5656274792803314288?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/5656274792803314288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=5656274792803314288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5656274792803314288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5656274792803314288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/11/playing-with-paper.html' title='Playing with Paper'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWwev1eOKGc/TrCOoL0tFXI/AAAAAAAACNA/nq4cGLlyk6M/s72-c/IMG_9629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7882475947410716397</id><published>2011-10-28T08:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:30:30.761-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Joash and the Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On Sunday, we had cake to celebrate Joash's birthday. We gave him a piece to see what he would do with it. He didn't want it at all. He just pushed it off his tray. Wilbert tried to give him a little taste of frosting, but he didn't even what that. All he wanted was the puffs he usually has after his nap. So, we tried to&amp;nbsp;persuade&amp;nbsp;him for a little bit, but he really didn't want it.&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: left;"&gt;So, when it really was his birthday on Tuesday we thought we would try again. And this is how it went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SGRkcyKjqrM/Tqp-U6uQ39I/AAAAAAAACLs/bobQVn_OPDk/s1600/IMG_9608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SGRkcyKjqrM/Tqp-U6uQ39I/AAAAAAAACLs/bobQVn_OPDk/s320/IMG_9608.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Oh, Dad is offering me something. Okay, I will give it a try."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNI-cbxOeUI/Tqp-cA-31BI/AAAAAAAACL0/U2S06WjqICk/s1600/IMG_9609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNI-cbxOeUI/Tqp-cA-31BI/AAAAAAAACL0/U2S06WjqICk/s320/IMG_9609.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Hmm...not bad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9npR1nOxJRs/Tqp-jwfp9TI/AAAAAAAACL8/VqtLwE4oRao/s1600/IMG_9610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9npR1nOxJRs/Tqp-jwfp9TI/AAAAAAAACL8/VqtLwE4oRao/s320/IMG_9610.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Maybe one more little taste."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRhI1RajPl0/Tqp-sazzSII/AAAAAAAACME/aky_rxsn0lI/s1600/IMG_9612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRhI1RajPl0/Tqp-sazzSII/AAAAAAAACME/aky_rxsn0lI/s320/IMG_9612.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Wow! This is the best stuff ever! I am going to stick this whole piece in my mouth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qwcv3fCNr9w/Tqp-wuuA44I/AAAAAAAACMM/avqhauvy7io/s1600/IMG_9613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qwcv3fCNr9w/Tqp-wuuA44I/AAAAAAAACMM/avqhauvy7io/s320/IMG_9613.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"This is really good. &amp;nbsp;What was I thinking on Sunday?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mVXuBIyBc4/Tqp-0S9zDaI/AAAAAAAACMU/RJYSWYBUieI/s1600/IMG_9617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mVXuBIyBc4/Tqp-0S9zDaI/AAAAAAAACMU/RJYSWYBUieI/s320/IMG_9617.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I really liked my first taste of cake!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7882475947410716397?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7882475947410716397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7882475947410716397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7882475947410716397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7882475947410716397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/joash-and-cake.html' title='Joash and the Cake'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SGRkcyKjqrM/Tqp-U6uQ39I/AAAAAAAACLs/bobQVn_OPDk/s72-c/IMG_9608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-6330891745912824096</id><published>2011-10-27T15:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:01:56.473-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>The First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joash had a wonderful first birthday. He really likes all of the presents he got from everyone. Here is a little run down of Joash's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the cake I made. I know, one color looks a bit pink. I was really going for red, but it just didn't happen. The little block on the top what supposed to be Joash's first taste of cake. More on this tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z__REFKu8ns/TqmeOl9gIVI/AAAAAAAACLU/3b8qzJvjURU/s1600/IMG_2183+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z__REFKu8ns/TqmeOl9gIVI/AAAAAAAACLU/3b8qzJvjURU/s320/IMG_2183+%25281%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Opa, Oma, and Tante Reina came over on Sunday for lunch to celebrate. Joash caught on quite quickly to the whole tearing paper off idea. Now he is well practiced for when Christmas rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnqQ3Mln4Fs/TqmeWICneUI/AAAAAAAACLc/nK-3KS6SFjU/s1600/IMG_9598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnqQ3Mln4Fs/TqmeWICneUI/AAAAAAAACLc/nK-3KS6SFjU/s320/IMG_9598.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He really is enjoying playing with his new toys and wearing his new clothes. All in all, it was a great first birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-XvCtj-Tq4/TqmedBkZmhI/AAAAAAAACLk/mxg7s61UXoY/s1600/IMG_9601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-XvCtj-Tq4/TqmedBkZmhI/AAAAAAAACLk/mxg7s61UXoY/s320/IMG_9601.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-6330891745912824096?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/6330891745912824096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=6330891745912824096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6330891745912824096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6330891745912824096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-birthday.html' title='The First Birthday'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z__REFKu8ns/TqmeOl9gIVI/AAAAAAAACLU/3b8qzJvjURU/s72-c/IMG_2183+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-1945260346894765328</id><published>2011-10-26T10:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T10:47:50.510-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interivews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>12 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWnOqDiP27k/TqdR1O2KBCI/AAAAAAAACKs/QNal1j6ba1A/s1600/IMG_9606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWnOqDiP27k/TqdR1O2KBCI/AAAAAAAACKs/QNal1j6ba1A/s320/IMG_9606.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M(om): Joash, can I interupt you for a few minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J(oash): Okay Mom. But I really like looking at all of the farm magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Thanks. So, how does it feel to be 1 year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: It is good. I didn't know what a big deal it was. Everyone kept singing to me and I got to tear a lot of bright colored paper off of things. How come you won't let me rip paper any time I want too, Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Umm... you can only rip paper on special days. So what are you up to these days?&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/-79xrTeMYSW0/TqdR90zch8I/AAAAAAAACK0/zQSLBDlgxB0/s1600/IMG_9603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-79xrTeMYSW0/TqdR90zch8I/AAAAAAAACK0/zQSLBDlgxB0/s320/IMG_9603.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;J: Well, I love to be on the move. I can crawl any where I want, even up the stairs. I also like to stand by furniture and walk around holding on the furniture. The coffee table is my favorite thing to stand by. I like to put things on top of the table and them push them off the side. It is really fun! And getting down is really easy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: What are your favorite toys these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FiBdfzcKfpY/TqdSFVNaeBI/AAAAAAAACK8/mcWv2wYLnsQ/s1600/IMG_9604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FiBdfzcKfpY/TqdSFVNaeBI/AAAAAAAACK8/mcWv2wYLnsQ/s320/IMG_9604.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I really like the new toys I got for my birthday. I got some fun puzzles and a barn that makes noises when&lt;br /&gt;I open up the gates. I like to put all of the animals in the silo. And I still like my books and barrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: When people see you, what do you usually do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Smile and jabber a bit. Sometimes I wave, but usually only to dad. If I see anything with wheels on it, I make my tractor/truck noise. I know that it really is a good engine noise. And I like to say, "da-da" for everything. Even you mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I know. Some day I think you should try saying "mom." How is eating going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I still really like to eat. I am excited that I am eating more of the same foods that you and dad eat. I really like to feed myself things like bread, cheese and fruit. I really like my snack puffs and my new favorite food is grapes. I like my veggies to have some applesauce on them. I don't really like meat. It is really hard to chew. And pasta isn't my favorite right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nrAj_qdP3aA/TqgOJBBnLLI/AAAAAAAACLM/sZHbFtlrYeE/s1600/IMG_9617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nrAj_qdP3aA/TqgOJBBnLLI/AAAAAAAACLM/sZHbFtlrYeE/s320/IMG_9617.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3XxlY1wXVo/TqdSNVCv_GI/AAAAAAAACLE/gjm0Cil3pF4/s1600/IMG_9564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3XxlY1wXVo/TqdSNVCv_GI/AAAAAAAACLE/gjm0Cil3pF4/s320/IMG_9564.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;M: Well, thanks for chatting Joash.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;J: No problem Mom. I love talking with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-1945260346894765328?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/1945260346894765328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=1945260346894765328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1945260346894765328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1945260346894765328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/12-months.html' title='12 Months'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWnOqDiP27k/TqdR1O2KBCI/AAAAAAAACKs/QNal1j6ba1A/s72-c/IMG_9606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-4883157891204087583</id><published>2011-10-25T14:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T14:15:50.882-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Joash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4QUj26sUdM/Tqbt6xpzpvI/AAAAAAAACKk/YAGnGtBhzJg/s1600/IMG_9575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4QUj26sUdM/Tqbt6xpzpvI/AAAAAAAACKk/YAGnGtBhzJg/s320/IMG_9575.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday dear Joash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that Joash is 1 already. We are going to have fun today. I will interview him tomorrow and share all of the birthday festivities later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-4883157891204087583?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/4883157891204087583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=4883157891204087583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/4883157891204087583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/4883157891204087583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-joash.html' title='Happy Birthday Joash!'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4QUj26sUdM/Tqbt6xpzpvI/AAAAAAAACKk/YAGnGtBhzJg/s72-c/IMG_9575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-610900433544558438</id><published>2011-10-24T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:54:18.020-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>The Great Outdoors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today we are going to go on a little adventure with an almost 1 year old. Joash is going to be our guide to the great outdoors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EcqIKWnlJFA/TqVqDyn4W4I/AAAAAAAACJ0/yI63iXW08cA/s1600/IMG_9583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EcqIKWnlJFA/TqVqDyn4W4I/AAAAAAAACJ0/yI63iXW08cA/s320/IMG_9583.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"This is a leaf. You might want to taste them. I do sometimes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qnyRWGwbBI0/TqVqP_RhIcI/AAAAAAAACJ8/mVxgfabqZDE/s1600/IMG_9584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qnyRWGwbBI0/TqVqP_RhIcI/AAAAAAAACJ8/mVxgfabqZDE/s320/IMG_9584.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"It is fun to be in the great outdoors."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1I7rAQMWh4/TqVqdfMhlRI/AAAAAAAACKE/xOvaN72v6XA/s1600/IMG_9588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1I7rAQMWh4/TqVqdfMhlRI/AAAAAAAACKE/xOvaN72v6XA/s320/IMG_9588.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Let's explore! Come on!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ09Pu8UIY0/TqVrG71HgKI/AAAAAAAACKM/yq9qzy7vnIo/s1600/IMG_9589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQ09Pu8UIY0/TqVrG71HgKI/AAAAAAAACKM/yq9qzy7vnIo/s320/IMG_9589.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Let's go over hear by this tree."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MV2h04yBfMM/TqVsh65_s2I/AAAAAAAACKU/hRfbL2qgQio/s1600/IMG_9591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MV2h04yBfMM/TqVsh65_s2I/AAAAAAAACKU/hRfbL2qgQio/s320/IMG_9591.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I love being outside. Leaves are really fun to crawl through"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KWDxFqrGFg/TqVs0RoimbI/AAAAAAAACKc/1GzEHj0Fqb8/s1600/IMG_9592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KWDxFqrGFg/TqVs0RoimbI/AAAAAAAACKc/1GzEHj0Fqb8/s320/IMG_9592.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Look over there. A truck! There are so many wonderful things to see when you are outside!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-610900433544558438?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/610900433544558438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=610900433544558438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/610900433544558438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/610900433544558438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/great-outdoors.html' title='The Great Outdoors'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EcqIKWnlJFA/TqVqDyn4W4I/AAAAAAAACJ0/yI63iXW08cA/s72-c/IMG_9583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-5629668368513659475</id><published>2011-10-22T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T15:31:32.417-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Our Climber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zm832Pjl3Ag/TqMJ9jm3niI/AAAAAAAACJo/IgNvm3VVu7Y/s1600/IMG_9581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zm832Pjl3Ag/TqMJ9jm3niI/AAAAAAAACJo/IgNvm3VVu7Y/s320/IMG_9581.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, Joash has mastered going up the stairs. And he is fast! This is where I found him one day. He turned his head and looked at me, smiled and kept climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been putting off getting a baby gate to block of the stairs. He didn't really seem to be all that interested in the stairs until this week. We needed one that was extra large, since the opening to the stairs is quite wide. Thankfully, &lt;a href="http://csvan.blogspot.com/"&gt;our friends&lt;/a&gt;, who have just about any baby item you could want, let us borrow a baby gate they had, and it works great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no more stair climbing for a little while, unless Mom or Dad lets him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-5629668368513659475?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/5629668368513659475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=5629668368513659475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5629668368513659475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5629668368513659475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-climber.html' title='Our Climber'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zm832Pjl3Ag/TqMJ9jm3niI/AAAAAAAACJo/IgNvm3VVu7Y/s72-c/IMG_9581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8416937300520646900</id><published>2011-10-21T14:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:55:58.100-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In The Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Mississippi Mud Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iipuq8GAAj8/TqGxAaIRfqI/AAAAAAAACJU/d2g3qlrWjQc/s1600/IMG_9582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iipuq8GAAj8/TqGxAaIRfqI/AAAAAAAACJU/d2g3qlrWjQc/s320/IMG_9582.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I brought these bars to a get together last night and some people wanted the recipe. So, I thought I would share it with all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mississippi Mud Bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat together:&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add:&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 c. margarine&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c. cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 c. coconut (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease 9x13 pan and back at 350 degrees for 30-40 minutes. As soon as it is out of the oven, spread 7 oz. jar of marshmallow cream over the top. Then swirl on the frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp. cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup margarine&lt;br /&gt;3 Tbsp. milk&lt;br /&gt;Bring to a boil and add:&lt;br /&gt;2 c. Powdered Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8416937300520646900?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8416937300520646900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8416937300520646900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8416937300520646900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8416937300520646900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/mississippi-mud-bars.html' title='Mississippi Mud Bars'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iipuq8GAAj8/TqGxAaIRfqI/AAAAAAAACJU/d2g3qlrWjQc/s72-c/IMG_9582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-5709879931126739651</id><published>2011-10-19T14:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:06:07.525-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Brushing Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqSIaZLD0rU/Tp8IgC2QUbI/AAAAAAAACJM/qn3oLUF-W9U/s1600/IMG_9565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqSIaZLD0rU/Tp8IgC2QUbI/AAAAAAAACJM/qn3oLUF-W9U/s320/IMG_9565.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other day, I was brushing my teeth while Joash was in the tub. I looked at him and thought, "You have teeth. We should probably be brushing them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have started brushing Joash's teeth and he really likes it. I think he likes both the tastes of his baby toothpaste and the feeling of the bristles on his gum. As soon as he sees the toothbrush coming toward his mouth, he opens up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another big boy step for this almost one year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-5709879931126739651?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/5709879931126739651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=5709879931126739651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5709879931126739651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5709879931126739651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/brushing-teet.html' title='Brushing Teeth'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqSIaZLD0rU/Tp8IgC2QUbI/AAAAAAAACJM/qn3oLUF-W9U/s72-c/IMG_9565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-755006713192790189</id><published>2011-10-17T11:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:42:12.700-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Over There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So Joash's latest thing is when ever he sees a window, he point at it and make a little noise, like he is asking, "What is that out there?" He really likes to look out windows, and we are not really sure what is grabbing his attention. It is pretty cute because it sounds like he is really trying to talk to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J6dB19qidEI/Tpw9q86tltI/AAAAAAAACI8/klzqclVut4M/s1600/IMG_9570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J6dB19qidEI/Tpw9q86tltI/AAAAAAAACI8/klzqclVut4M/s320/IMG_9570.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Ha, ha, Mom. You thought I was going to look out the window and point like Dad. That is silly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fU6Rh9ReLec/Tpw90tIq-eI/AAAAAAAACJE/ArqdomX7q7M/s1600/IMG_9571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fU6Rh9ReLec/Tpw90tIq-eI/AAAAAAAACJE/ArqdomX7q7M/s320/IMG_9571.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh, wait. What is that over there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-755006713192790189?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/755006713192790189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=755006713192790189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/755006713192790189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/755006713192790189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/over-there.html' title='Over There'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J6dB19qidEI/Tpw9q86tltI/AAAAAAAACI8/klzqclVut4M/s72-c/IMG_9570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8186067571380742758</id><published>2011-10-12T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T10:54:08.680-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farm Life'/><title type='text'>Another Tale of Creature in Our House</title><content type='html'>A few mornings ago, I was in bed, enjoying the last few minutes of rest before I got up for the day. Wilbert had just left and Joash had not made a sound yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THWACK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Great," I thought, "That was a mouse trap. And he just had to wait until after Wilbert left to get his breakfast of peanut butter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bang! Scamper! Bang! Scamper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh man! It's not dead yet. It is trying to escape, but it is pulling the trap with it. Yuck! I hope it not running all over my house. Maybe if I wait here a little bit longer, it stop moving and die."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few minutes later the racket is still going on down stairs. So, I get up, get dressed and psych myself up to be tough and take care of the mouse. I can't have a mouse running around the house when Joash gets up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is still stuck between the wall and the oven. Only one of its hind paws is stuck in the trap, so it is not going to die any time soon. I got a small trash can and laid it on its side hoping the mouse would run into it. That doesn't work, so I open the door to the entry way, set the trash can on the step and sweep the mouse and trap into the trash can. I quickly take the trash can outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now, I need something big and heavy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spot a log by the fire pit, grab it, dump the mouse on the driveway and put it out of its misery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a way to start a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8186067571380742758?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8186067571380742758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8186067571380742758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8186067571380742758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8186067571380742758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-tale-of-creature-in-our-house.html' title='Another Tale of Creature in Our House'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-2319037807649594952</id><published>2011-10-11T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T15:47:45.397-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farm Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>On the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeYP5AZuvAg/TpSMtjoYsoI/AAAAAAAACIA/fhXQMK4Qxic/s1600/IMG_9561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeYP5AZuvAg/TpSMtjoYsoI/AAAAAAAACIA/fhXQMK4Qxic/s320/IMG_9561.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Canadian Thanksgiving a day late! We have a lot to be thankful for this year. One thing we are thankful for is being to be a farm family. We spent quite a bit of time at the farm this weekend as Wilbert's parents were biking Tip to Tip on PEI raising funds for Africa. Joash and I went to visit Wilbert every morning. We went out to the barn to say, "Hi" since Joash would be down for his nap by the time Wilbert came in for coffee. It is fun seeing how Joash's reaction to the barn is changing. When he went to the barn when he was smaller, he was a bit scared. I think there were a lot of noises and the cows were really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he is really starting to like it. He made a lot of noise over the weekend and he really liked to watch the cats. He would even pet the ones that came close enough. It probably won't be too long and he will want to be in the barn all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is okay with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-2319037807649594952?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/2319037807649594952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=2319037807649594952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2319037807649594952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2319037807649594952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-farm.html' title='On the Farm'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeYP5AZuvAg/TpSMtjoYsoI/AAAAAAAACIA/fhXQMK4Qxic/s72-c/IMG_9561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7800530238861851994</id><published>2011-10-06T09:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:30:29.639-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Tractor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't really think you can count this as a first word, but Joash certainly knows what to do when he sees a tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d8d76e2dcb084371" 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://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8d76e2dcb084371%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43767FEA38482FD6535D408DDDE648983364315D.1BF3D8A671EF7AD202BF7C1C410D58DB9CBED424%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8d76e2dcb084371%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5wHdZM3gt5AvrCrlmkgSFrj3zUY&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://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8d76e2dcb084371%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43767FEA38482FD6535D408DDDE648983364315D.1BF3D8A671EF7AD202BF7C1C410D58DB9CBED424%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8d76e2dcb084371%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5wHdZM3gt5AvrCrlmkgSFrj3zUY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7800530238861851994?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7800530238861851994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7800530238861851994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7800530238861851994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7800530238861851994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/tractor.html' title='Tractor'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-6040304074207443871</id><published>2011-10-04T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T16:33:41.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>First Hair Cut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlbrUbCI_Cw/TotdrqzvdeI/AAAAAAAACH8/JhCXFxboEqo/s1600/IMG_9560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlbrUbCI_Cw/TotdrqzvdeI/AAAAAAAACH8/JhCXFxboEqo/s320/IMG_9560.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is Joash sporting his new hair cut! We had to take a picture at home because Mom didn't have her act together this morning. As we just a few miles down the road on our way to coffee break this morning, I realized I had forgotten my phone. Oh well...no big deal right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after coffee break, on the way to the hair cut appointment, I remembered I for my camera. Oh well...I can just take pictures on my phone. Oh wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we just have a nice after picture. Joash did really well for his hair but, until he decided to demonstrate his&amp;nbsp;gymnastics&amp;nbsp;skills by doing a&amp;nbsp;somersault&amp;nbsp;out of the chair. So, he is also sporting a new bump on his head, but as you can see from the pictures, he is just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a big boy he is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-6040304074207443871?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/6040304074207443871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=6040304074207443871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6040304074207443871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6040304074207443871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/first-hair-cut.html' title='First Hair Cut!'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlbrUbCI_Cw/TotdrqzvdeI/AAAAAAAACH8/JhCXFxboEqo/s72-c/IMG_9560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-4695498392054840198</id><published>2011-10-03T09:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:52:08.613-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Piano Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTEy41cwTbE/TomvPFncYnI/AAAAAAAACH4/uBmSzQp08i0/s1600/IMG_9550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTEy41cwTbE/TomvPFncYnI/AAAAAAAACH4/uBmSzQp08i0/s320/IMG_9550.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No surprise here. Joash like music. Now that he has mastered standing by things, he is starting to pull himself up by the piano and playing a few notes. He gets a pretty big smile on his face while he does this. He thinks he is pretty big stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-4695498392054840198?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/4695498392054840198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=4695498392054840198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/4695498392054840198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/4695498392054840198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/10/piano-man.html' title='Piano Man'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTEy41cwTbE/TomvPFncYnI/AAAAAAAACH4/uBmSzQp08i0/s72-c/IMG_9550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8170575249527496408</id><published>2011-09-29T10:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T21:42:49.813-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Joash's Game</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;We have been having some fantastic fall weather as of late. Nice sunny days with just a little crisp feeling in the air. It has been great. Yesterday, when I realized that we were desperatly low on fruit in the house, I decided it was time Joash and I went apple picking. There a nice little U-pick orchard just down the road from us. And when I heard that the Cortland apples were ready, we headed right over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCvaJNicQRM/ToRtwtSOtaI/AAAAAAAACH0/xQf9iV9VDy8/s1600/IMG_9543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCvaJNicQRM/ToRtwtSOtaI/AAAAAAAACH0/xQf9iV9VDy8/s320/IMG_9543.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Joash enjoyed riding in the wagon. There were a lot of apples, but they were all on the smaller side, size wise. But that meant they were perfect for Joash's hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80viVqIpWVI/ToRtnkryV4I/AAAAAAAACHw/hnxRhUnHpXA/s1600/IMG_9542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80viVqIpWVI/ToRtnkryV4I/AAAAAAAACHw/hnxRhUnHpXA/s320/IMG_9542.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While I was picking apples, Joash sat in the wagon. He soon started a fun little game of dropping any apple he could find over the side of the wagon. When I was done, I put the bags of apples at Joash's feet. I figured he would be busy enough hanging on to the side of the wagon that he would leave the apples alone. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qq2qN85qes/ToRtd6zH8LI/AAAAAAAACHs/kQIvG2NtW68/s1600/IMG_9541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8qq2qN85qes/ToRtd6zH8LI/AAAAAAAACHs/kQIvG2NtW68/s320/IMG_9541.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We started the walk back and I watched as Joash, not hanging on to the wagon at all, bent over and plucked an apple out of the bag at his feet, look at it, and then drop it over the side. Thankfully, I saw him drop the first one, otherwise this little Hansel would have left a trail of apples behind. So I stopped to tie the bags shut and we went on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game continued in bath time. Joash now likes to stand up in the tub. I don't really like it, but he is pretty sturdy on his feet. Last night he decided that he really didn't want anything in the tub with him. So, while standing at the edge of the tub, he proceeded to drop his rubber duck and the few other toys he has over the side of the tub. Then he would look at me and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8170575249527496408?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8170575249527496408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8170575249527496408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8170575249527496408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8170575249527496408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/joashs-game.html' title='Joash&apos;s Game'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kCvaJNicQRM/ToRtwtSOtaI/AAAAAAAACH0/xQf9iV9VDy8/s72-c/IMG_9543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-4537389778451282589</id><published>2011-09-28T17:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T17:29:17.756-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>The Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCCw0VDupVQ/ToOCuTZGtzI/AAAAAAAACHo/jzbdV6JG__k/s1600/IMG_9538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCCw0VDupVQ/ToOCuTZGtzI/AAAAAAAACHo/jzbdV6JG__k/s320/IMG_9538.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you look close you can see the first two pearly whites poking through. He is quite proud of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-4537389778451282589?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/4537389778451282589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=4537389778451282589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/4537389778451282589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/4537389778451282589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/teeth.html' title='The Teeth'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCCw0VDupVQ/ToOCuTZGtzI/AAAAAAAACHo/jzbdV6JG__k/s72-c/IMG_9538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-2432119351665776000</id><published>2011-09-25T09:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:41:00.793-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interivews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>11 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmfNQ5cElHc/Tn3QEIgUSTI/AAAAAAAACHA/Gw1uD_eaA4w/s1600/IMG_9412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmfNQ5cElHc/Tn3QEIgUSTI/AAAAAAAACHA/Gw1uD_eaA4w/s320/IMG_9412.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M(om): Joash, you are getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J(oash): I know Mom! It is pretty impressive how much I have grown in 11 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: So what is new and exciting in your life these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Well, some things are pretty much the same. I still like to eat, though my favorite foods seem to change every day. I like variety, Mom. I think my favorite food right now are peaches and bread. I love bread. Dad call me a bread monster because I like to stuff big pieces in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9pPMTKtVLk/Tn3QRpgwjWI/AAAAAAAACHE/0QzPCxwGmF4/s1600/IMG_9471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9pPMTKtVLk/Tn3QRpgwjWI/AAAAAAAACHE/0QzPCxwGmF4/s320/IMG_9471.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M: What other things are the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I still like books. It is fun to hear the new books that you are getting Mom. I really like the new stories. I also love toys that make noise. I also love my bath and splashing you while I play. The outdoors is great as well. I am glad that the weather is staying nice so that we can go outside a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebj3KMMT_i4/Tn3Qf8iRN-I/AAAAAAAACHI/w_Mry1Lp7rQ/s1600/IMG_9507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebj3KMMT_i4/Tn3Qf8iRN-I/AAAAAAAACHI/w_Mry1Lp7rQ/s320/IMG_9507.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M: What about sleeping these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Sleep is nice and waking up is nice. I know that you will come and get me once you hear me talking, so I guess I don't need to cry much any more to get you to get me out of my crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I like it when you wake up happy Joash. It makes me happy, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I am glad, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W82jm5hzliM/Tn3Qmk8fq5I/AAAAAAAACHM/dLz3JM5HQfU/s1600/IMG_9515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W82jm5hzliM/Tn3Qmk8fq5I/AAAAAAAACHM/dLz3JM5HQfU/s320/IMG_9515.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M: So what things are new in your life, Joash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Well, a few things. First, I have two teeth coming in on the bottom. They feel really weird though, so I like to rub my tongue and lip over them &amp;nbsp;a lot. The other big thing is that I am figuring out how to pull myself up to stand by things. Like the steps, the coffee table, the kitchen chairs, the bookshelf and you and Dad's legs. Getting down is a little bit trickier, but I am working on it. What is that you say, Mom? It would be easier to get down if I would bend my knees. I don't know, Mom? Putting my hand out and then falling back on my bum works just fine for me.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ku6pNoMoec0/Tn3Q1mNcaQI/AAAAAAAACHU/RhIc5L51aBw/s1600/IMG_9533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ku6pNoMoec0/Tn3Q1mNcaQI/AAAAAAAACHU/RhIc5L51aBw/s320/IMG_9533.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGawOp7278o/Tn3QvYAokiI/AAAAAAAACHQ/nh8mq8XiZVA/s1600/IMG_9522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGawOp7278o/Tn3QvYAokiI/AAAAAAAACHQ/nh8mq8XiZVA/s320/IMG_9522.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Well, I am also getting brave and standing by things with only one hand. I feel pretty grown up when I do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Are you walking around at all while you are standing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: That is a tricky thing too. I don't mind taking a few steps, but I would way rather get down and crawl to where I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Anything else you think people should know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: My new favorite things are things with wheels that roll when I push them. I just like turning the wheels some times. Tractors and cars are really cool, Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I know Joash. I am glad you like them. You know the next we have an interview, you will be 1! I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Come on. I am growing up. That is what kids do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-2432119351665776000?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/2432119351665776000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=2432119351665776000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2432119351665776000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2432119351665776000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/11-months.html' title='11 Months'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmfNQ5cElHc/Tn3QEIgUSTI/AAAAAAAACHA/Gw1uD_eaA4w/s72-c/IMG_9412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-5745162100299775578</id><published>2011-09-23T09:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:55:31.169-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Enjoying the Last Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The last few days have been really nice and we have just been enjoying our time outside with our daily walks. There have been some horses that come up to the edge of the fence as we walk by and we stop to say "Hi" as we walk by. There has also been some different construction work and harvesting happening, so there have lots of different things to see and watch on our walks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMpepphN3JA/Tnx_ZpAh2MI/AAAAAAAACG8/-7eH8uGyJ28/s1600/IMG_9517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMpepphN3JA/Tnx_ZpAh2MI/AAAAAAAACG8/-7eH8uGyJ28/s320/IMG_9517.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As you can see, Joash give his approval as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-5745162100299775578?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/5745162100299775578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=5745162100299775578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5745162100299775578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5745162100299775578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/enjoying-last-days-of-summer.html' title='Enjoying the Last Days of Summer'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aMpepphN3JA/Tnx_ZpAh2MI/AAAAAAAACG8/-7eH8uGyJ28/s72-c/IMG_9517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7653812455873434701</id><published>2011-09-21T10:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:18:25.525-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Just a Little Light Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joash was&lt;a href="http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/01/taking-after-dad.html"&gt; introduced to &lt;i&gt;Farm Show&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;quite early in his life. And since he likes &lt;a href="http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/getting-into-things.html"&gt;reading anyway&lt;/a&gt;, I thought it was so cute when I found him looking at &lt;i&gt;Farm Show &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NifqHgi6o_4/Tnnh_-4NEdI/AAAAAAAACEs/MN3q5eMCJig/s1600/IMG_9510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NifqHgi6o_4/Tnnh_-4NEdI/AAAAAAAACEs/MN3q5eMCJig/s320/IMG_9510.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Look at this Mom! What a great idea!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnI9TT6ssyE/TnniJXV1moI/AAAAAAAACEw/aRNqqsnraUU/s1600/IMG_9511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnI9TT6ssyE/TnniJXV1moI/AAAAAAAACEw/aRNqqsnraUU/s320/IMG_9511.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I really think he like the sound the pages made when he turned them. What a silly boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7653812455873434701?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7653812455873434701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7653812455873434701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7653812455873434701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7653812455873434701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-little-light-reading.html' title='Just a Little Light Reading'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NifqHgi6o_4/Tnnh_-4NEdI/AAAAAAAACEs/MN3q5eMCJig/s72-c/IMG_9510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-2931284686261672331</id><published>2011-09-20T14:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:59:13.333-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>A New Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5wTL9jhuGE/TnjSN_hwTaI/AAAAAAAACEo/lkw7M_aJWIw/s1600/IMG_9492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5wTL9jhuGE/TnjSN_hwTaI/AAAAAAAACEo/lkw7M_aJWIw/s320/IMG_9492.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, even though this picture is still from when it felt like summer, I would say that it is starting to feel a bit more like fall. And with fall comes a little bit more of a routine and schedule for our lives. The most exciting part of that is Coffee Break, of course. Today was the second one and when we found out our groups and I think I have a fairly awesome group this year. It will be fun. I had a great time today and one of the things that makes it nice is how well Joash goes to nursery. I think since it is the nursery he always goes to and there are always a lot of kids to watch, that helps. He is a content little guy who just likes to crawl around and find different toys to play with. And he has great people to take care of him too, one of whom told me she loves reading my blog. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-2931284686261672331?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/2931284686261672331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=2931284686261672331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2931284686261672331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2931284686261672331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-season.html' title='A New Season'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i5wTL9jhuGE/TnjSN_hwTaI/AAAAAAAACEo/lkw7M_aJWIw/s72-c/IMG_9492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-5074226391526037302</id><published>2011-09-16T15:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:06:00.615-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Veiled Rose by Anne Elizabeth Stengl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bakerbooks.com/Console/Common/Image.asp?image=/Media/PubComProductCatalog/9780764207822.jpg&amp;amp;width=223&amp;amp;height=0&amp;amp;quality=90" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.bakerbooks.com/Console/Common/Image.asp?image=/Media/PubComProductCatalog/9780764207822.jpg&amp;amp;width=223&amp;amp;height=0&amp;amp;quality=90" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;A monster has taken control of Southland? Will Leo be able to defeat the monster and bring peace back to the land?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Veiled Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt; by Anne Elizabeth Stengl is a fantasy novel about a world where the line between the physical and spiritual realms is hard to see. Leo meets the mysterious Rose Red while he is at his aunt’s home in the mountains. They are great friends for the summer, though Leo knows there is something different about Rose Red, who always wears a veil over her face. During this summer he learns about the monster and he vows to defeat it. Little does he know what defeating this monster really means.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Since I enjoy a good fantasy novel, I really found this book engaging. I like the older feel to writing and way of speaking that the characters had. I enjoyed finding the parallels between the world of this novel and life on Earth. This is a great read for any fantasy loving reader.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher Bethany House. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-5074226391526037302?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/5074226391526037302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=5074226391526037302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5074226391526037302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5074226391526037302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/veiled-rose-by-anne-elizabeth-stengl.html' title='Veiled Rose by Anne Elizabeth Stengl'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-4690646279762391740</id><published>2011-09-15T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:25:01.694-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>A Little Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We have a little monkey on our hands. This is Joash's new favorite activity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqjkwT-BUo0/TnH7bfvEyqI/AAAAAAAACEk/zeAqFh05yvc/s1600/IMG_9495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqjkwT-BUo0/TnH7bfvEyqI/AAAAAAAACEk/zeAqFh05yvc/s320/IMG_9495.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Use Dad and Mom as jungle gym. He will crawl over, sit up to turn around and then crawl back over. He will repeat this several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmOtA5IjkBA/TnH6hD-NU6I/AAAAAAAACEg/95BvCqKr08U/s1600/IMG_9494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmOtA5IjkBA/TnH6hD-NU6I/AAAAAAAACEg/95BvCqKr08U/s320/IMG_9494.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is a lot of fun!&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: left;"&gt;Joash also managed to stand up by out dining room table chairs yesterday.&amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, he stood up under the table, so every time he moved, he tapped his head on the table. He didn't really know what to do about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pglat0-arTA/TnH5RjVMcJI/AAAAAAAACEc/oll5vVkXE8o/s1600/IMG_9498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pglat0-arTA/TnH5RjVMcJI/AAAAAAAACEc/oll5vVkXE8o/s320/IMG_9498.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Umm...Mom, I could use a little help here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-4690646279762391740?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/4690646279762391740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=4690646279762391740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/4690646279762391740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/4690646279762391740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-monkey.html' title='A Little Monkey'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqjkwT-BUo0/TnH7bfvEyqI/AAAAAAAACEk/zeAqFh05yvc/s72-c/IMG_9495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-1068576090806309348</id><published>2011-09-14T10:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:52:02.659-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Getting Into Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E_xfdUyQ8qs/TnCqyGZE8sI/AAAAAAAACEQ/MaPHBz1SWQs/s1600/IMG_9487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E_xfdUyQ8qs/TnCqyGZE8sI/AAAAAAAACEQ/MaPHBz1SWQs/s320/IMG_9487.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have already posted about Joash getting into the tupperware cupboard. He is an expert at getting his toys out of the basket and getting his books out of the basket under our coffee table. Most moms have the experience, I think, where things are a little too quiet and you know that means trouble. Well, &amp;nbsp;I haven't had many of those experience yet (but I am sure they are on the way.) For now it seems like when ever Joash is too quiet in the living room, he has pulled out his book basket and is looking at some of his books. Too cute for this book loving mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday I watched Joash crawl up the steps outside from the ground to the deck. It is only like four steps, but I could not believe it. Of course, he has no fear of trying to go down facing forward, so I really have to keep an eye on him. He hasn't tried the steps inside the house yet, which is good since there are a lot more and they are bare wood and very slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is growing up so fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-1068576090806309348?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/1068576090806309348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=1068576090806309348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1068576090806309348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1068576090806309348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/getting-into-things.html' title='Getting Into Things'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E_xfdUyQ8qs/TnCqyGZE8sI/AAAAAAAACEQ/MaPHBz1SWQs/s72-c/IMG_9487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-2447736556390779303</id><published>2011-09-12T10:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:03:04.085-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Coasters of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-72b0857acc1ba8ef" 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://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72b0857acc1ba8ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D799BCC00B659B3ED7E6202790CA65041940ABEBF.52EB1C18C80B2EC68A325BA933317668AE9C54C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72b0857acc1ba8ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnttaEe2urgS7DtcwmCif_xKm67E&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://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72b0857acc1ba8ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D799BCC00B659B3ED7E6202790CA65041940ABEBF.52EB1C18C80B2EC68A325BA933317668AE9C54C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72b0857acc1ba8ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnttaEe2urgS7DtcwmCif_xKm67E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dad and Joash had a lot of fun on Saturday. I guess Joash enjoys making a mess and loud noises. What could be more fun that that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-2447736556390779303?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/2447736556390779303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=2447736556390779303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2447736556390779303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2447736556390779303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/coasters-of-fun.html' title='Coasters of Fun'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-669798881100744926</id><published>2011-09-08T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:00:39.989-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Big Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joash is certainly growing and learning so much these days. He is crawling all over the place and is starting to get into a little bit of mischief.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brjlWHwt_UY/Tmi4XSC9tQI/AAAAAAAACEE/kGjk8w2AN60/s1600/IMG_9431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brjlWHwt_UY/Tmi4XSC9tQI/AAAAAAAACEE/kGjk8w2AN60/s320/IMG_9431.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;While he can't pull himself up to standing all the way yet ( he is trying really hard, so I don't think it will be too long) if he gets a little help, he loves to be on his feet. He hangs on pretty tight yet, but each day he is more steady on his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWZsewTy7ec/Tmi4dJDAc3I/AAAAAAAACEI/xIAG_GjG5Vw/s1600/IMG_9446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWZsewTy7ec/Tmi4dJDAc3I/AAAAAAAACEI/xIAG_GjG5Vw/s320/IMG_9446.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And today he discovered the Tupperware cupboard. Well, I helped him out a little since he wanted to be in the kitchen with me and he kept getting under my feet. This kept him quite busy for while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qiWpJtb5TbI/Tmi4kV41RUI/AAAAAAAACEM/S7WE6hXDi7Y/s1600/IMG_9461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qiWpJtb5TbI/Tmi4kV41RUI/AAAAAAAACEM/S7WE6hXDi7Y/s320/IMG_9461.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He is a sturdy little guy.And his first teeth are just starting to peek through (that's right, teeth. We are getting at least two in one shot.). I will get a picture once they are a little more noticeable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-669798881100744926?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/669798881100744926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=669798881100744926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/669798881100744926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/669798881100744926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-stuff.html' title='Big Stuff'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brjlWHwt_UY/Tmi4XSC9tQI/AAAAAAAACEE/kGjk8w2AN60/s72-c/IMG_9431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8103989735244797631</id><published>2011-09-06T09:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T09:42:00.098-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry as Rain by Gina Holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.tyndale.com/thpdata/images--covers/500%20h/978-1-4143-3306-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://files.tyndale.com/thpdata/images--covers/500%20h/978-1-4143-3306-9.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;What would you do if you were given a second chance? In &lt;i&gt;Dry as Rain&lt;/i&gt; by Gina Holmes, Eric Yoshida finds out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Eric and Kyra Yoshida’s marriage is in ruins. This is not how Eric envisioned his life going nor does he want his marriage to end, but he has no idea how to put the pieces back together. But when Kyra is in a car accident and loses part of her memory, Eric knows he has a chance to save his marriage and win back the woman he loves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Dry as Rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;is a great book. It is probably one of my favourites I have read this summer. The writing is fresh, modern and realistic. I feel like I am listening to Eric recount his story while sitting a coffee shop with a nice hot chocolate. It was a quick read for me because I wanted to know if Eric and Kyra are able to reconcile their differences. And through it all, the grace of God and the power of the truth shines through. It is a wonderful book meant for those last days on the beach.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Tyndale House Publishers for review purposes.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8103989735244797631?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8103989735244797631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8103989735244797631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8103989735244797631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8103989735244797631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/dry-as-rain-by-gina-holmes.html' title='Dry as Rain by Gina Holmes'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-1832987702067216012</id><published>2011-09-05T10:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:19:37.293-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farm Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Summer Is Not Over Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Which is a good thing since it started so late. We headed to the beach yesterday after our Sunday afternoon naps. Joash loved seeing everything that is on the beach, especially the seagulls. He like listening to the waves and didn't mind sticking his toes in the water. He did not like touching the sand with his hands, however. I think it was because it stuck to his hands and he couldn't figure out how to get it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-KWm8yicOY/TmTKkW81VSI/AAAAAAAACDo/Iz3bNjgPkpA/s1600/IMG_9417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-KWm8yicOY/TmTKkW81VSI/AAAAAAAACDo/Iz3bNjgPkpA/s320/IMG_9417.JPG" width="240" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVSfViwKWFQ/TmTKsh5v6xI/AAAAAAAACDs/UJJx8tyfids/s1600/IMG_9419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVSfViwKWFQ/TmTKsh5v6xI/AAAAAAAACDs/UJJx8tyfids/s320/IMG_9419.JPG" width="240" /&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/-oJlHe_1k1j8/TmTK2IkkzwI/AAAAAAAACDw/-sQbexibKlw/s1600/IMG_9423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJlHe_1k1j8/TmTK2IkkzwI/AAAAAAAACDw/-sQbexibKlw/s320/IMG_9423.JPG" width="240" /&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/-ZM3oCSM4BhI/TmTK_pi5P3I/AAAAAAAACD0/yRd7rQQcYJY/s1600/IMG_9426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM3oCSM4BhI/TmTK_pi5P3I/AAAAAAAACD0/yRd7rQQcYJY/s320/IMG_9426.JPG" width="240" /&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/-Sl_Q0Vbal68/TmTLHm-VYEI/AAAAAAAACD4/_ife4zHBKRQ/s1600/IMG_9427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl_Q0Vbal68/TmTLHm-VYEI/AAAAAAAACD4/_ife4zHBKRQ/s320/IMG_9427.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLYeZMJTbLI/TmTLQRe0AkI/AAAAAAAACD8/8ZVZFsfkhrw/s1600/IMG_9428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLYeZMJTbLI/TmTLQRe0AkI/AAAAAAAACD8/8ZVZFsfkhrw/s320/IMG_9428.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We buried his feet in the sand, which he thought was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On days like this, I am even more glad that I live on this island.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-1832987702067216012?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/1832987702067216012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=1832987702067216012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1832987702067216012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1832987702067216012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-is-not-over-yet.html' title='Summer Is Not Over Yet'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-KWm8yicOY/TmTKkW81VSI/AAAAAAAACDo/Iz3bNjgPkpA/s72-c/IMG_9417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8120745785141087517</id><published>2011-09-02T09:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:58:57.447-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Playing with Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I really enjoy watching Wilbert play with Joash. I don't know if it is just because it give me a break or what, but it is so fun. And I think that part of it is that Wilbert is a bit more creative in his play with Joash than I am. He does silly things like put a pair of our socks on Joash's hands like boxing gloves, or on his feet so he can ski across the floor. He will stick a sticker on Joash's hand and watch him try and get it off. Wilbert will put random things on his head or on Joash's head and see what happens. You never know what will happen next when you are playing with Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY2J8OP9wd8/TmDRlhlA5yI/AAAAAAAACDI/yNrA8Gsc3B8/s1600/IMG_9407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY2J8OP9wd8/TmDRlhlA5yI/AAAAAAAACDI/yNrA8Gsc3B8/s320/IMG_9407.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Joash skiing across the floor in a pair of my ankle socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Sp6er5UmnY/TmDRyGC6w8I/AAAAAAAACDM/Ljv93r_kGFM/s1600/IMG_9408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Sp6er5UmnY/TmDRyGC6w8I/AAAAAAAACDM/Ljv93r_kGFM/s320/IMG_9408.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Skiing is fun!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8120745785141087517?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8120745785141087517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8120745785141087517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8120745785141087517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8120745785141087517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/playing-with-dad.html' title='Playing with Dad'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UY2J8OP9wd8/TmDRlhlA5yI/AAAAAAAACDI/yNrA8Gsc3B8/s72-c/IMG_9407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-3836926355092271894</id><published>2011-09-01T10:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:06:08.484-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>A Closet Full</title><content type='html'>You know how we like to get a deal on things (see &lt;a href="http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2010/10/free-stuff.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-settled-in.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for examples). Well, I feel like I got an okay deal on some things this past week. I am a member a group on Facebook called Charlottetown Kids Buy, Sell, Swap. It a great place to post things that you are either looking for or want to get ride of. You have to act quickly though. Most things are snatched almost as soon as they are posted. I always look for things for Joash, but have never had very much luck.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until this week. I had noticed a lot of boys clothes, but was too late to get it. Then the seller reposted, saying the original buyer had changed her mind. So I jumped on it and got it. It was as a set of &amp;nbsp;18-24 months clothes, which I know Joash will grow into. The next say, I saw another seller posting a lot 12-18 month boys clothes. I just happened to be looking shortly after she posted it, so no one had commented on it yet. So, I did and as I was looking at her other pictures, I noticed she had a winter coat, snow pants, and a small lot of 18-24 month clothes. I made her an offer for all of it, which she excepted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Joash is pretty much clothed for the next year. I would like to get him a winter church outfit and he may need a few more pairs of pants and pajamas, but for his everyday clothes, he is set. He will also need some shoes, but I don't really see the point of getting shoes until he starts walking, so I am waiting on that as well. Hurray for good deals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-3836926355092271894?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/3836926355092271894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=3836926355092271894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3836926355092271894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3836926355092271894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/09/closet-full.html' title='A Closet Full'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-351578874915689310</id><published>2011-08-31T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:38:56.188-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farm Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>A Little Farmer in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of Joash's latest favorite toys is a little toy combine. So we have a little farmer in the making already. He is figuring out that if you push it around on the wheels it rolls really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GAQXao_u26o/Tl5tlESSvFI/AAAAAAAACDA/BP57RbCtD0Q/s1600/IMG_9401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GAQXao_u26o/Tl5tlESSvFI/AAAAAAAACDA/BP57RbCtD0Q/s320/IMG_9401.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And he is giving up on his army crawling and going for the real thing. Now he can push his combine all over the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzRbSc0FAVo/Tl5tuPNK5DI/AAAAAAAACDE/YLOVi46sRkU/s1600/IMG_9402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzRbSc0FAVo/Tl5tuPNK5DI/AAAAAAAACDE/YLOVi46sRkU/s320/IMG_9402.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And yes, his combine does have eyes on it. That makes it more friendly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-351578874915689310?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/351578874915689310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=351578874915689310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/351578874915689310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/351578874915689310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-farmer-in-making.html' title='A Little Farmer in the Making'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GAQXao_u26o/Tl5tlESSvFI/AAAAAAAACDA/BP57RbCtD0Q/s72-c/IMG_9401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7149961786092285064</id><published>2011-08-26T09:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T09:40:11.546-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Spinning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One cute thing that Joash has started to do now that he can crawl to where he wants to go and then sit up is spinning in a circle on his bum. He push with his right foot and drags the left foot along. He can only spin in one direction. Here is a little video demonstration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-febd5db42b9b23c4" 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://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfebd5db42b9b23c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35F672EAB4561F4E3928E5A18B75BA85F3A6259B.5BE2E04A56CB90EEF1FA012792B79C238B3BA49D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfebd5db42b9b23c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSPHSpHVGjJpCStKhQhygEGbzfy0&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://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfebd5db42b9b23c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35F672EAB4561F4E3928E5A18B75BA85F3A6259B.5BE2E04A56CB90EEF1FA012792B79C238B3BA49D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfebd5db42b9b23c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSPHSpHVGjJpCStKhQhygEGbzfy0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He will spin several times in a row in the same spot, especially if Wilbert and I are both in the same room with him. I don't know what he is really looking for when he spins, but it pretty cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7149961786092285064?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7149961786092285064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7149961786092285064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7149961786092285064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7149961786092285064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/spinning.html' title='Spinning'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-560743902312827212</id><published>2011-08-25T09:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:50:04.933-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interivews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>10 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EB7JY5MDeaw/TlZBTlnikwI/AAAAAAAACCw/PWZAoDhvmdI/s1600/IMG_9391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EB7JY5MDeaw/TlZBTlnikwI/AAAAAAAACCw/PWZAoDhvmdI/s320/IMG_9391.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M(om): Joash, would you mind if I took you away from your books for a moment to ask you a few questions, now that you are 10 months old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J(oash): Okay mom, I guess so, but I really like my books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I know. What other things do you like these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I like my toys that make noise. It is so fun when I figure out that I can shake them, or push a button or spin something and it makes noise. And I really like boxes and other packaging things that I find around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJtZDumiQjc/TlZBbR9WpxI/AAAAAAAACC0/6ECUgrPu3UM/s1600/IMG_9378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJtZDumiQjc/TlZBbR9WpxI/AAAAAAAACC0/6ECUgrPu3UM/s320/IMG_9378.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M: What new things are you able to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I can get around really quick on my own. I don't know why you think I need to be on my hands and knees, Mom. My elbows and knees works just fine. And I can take a break from crawling and sit up for while all on my own. I also like to twirl around in circles while sitting on my bum. I like to be up on my feet and walk around the house with help from you and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rTjjmU_quRw/TlZBkBkhH7I/AAAAAAAACC4/N8tDLr3USSI/s1600/IMG_9387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rTjjmU_quRw/TlZBkBkhH7I/AAAAAAAACC4/N8tDLr3USSI/s320/IMG_9387.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: What about eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Food is great, Mom. Though I am not to sure about peas. Cheese, bread and applesauce are my favorite foods. I wish I had some teeth though. Then maybe I have some more big people food like you and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Is there anything else you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EW3rhQC9ssY/TlZBwpUcEUI/AAAAAAAACC8/lHAIsvAWWZI/s1600/IMG_9368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EW3rhQC9ssY/TlZBwpUcEUI/AAAAAAAACC8/lHAIsvAWWZI/s320/IMG_9368.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joash walking back from looking at the combine.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;J: I really like to go outside. I like go in the stroller while you take a walk, Mom. I like to sit outside on a blanket and pull up the grass while watching the cars go by. And I like walking in the grass. One day, Dad took me for a long walk all the way from the house to the field out back to see the combine. It was pretty cool, especially when it was unloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Thanks Joash. You can get back to reading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Okay Mom. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-560743902312827212?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/560743902312827212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=560743902312827212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/560743902312827212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/560743902312827212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/10-months.html' title='10 Months'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EB7JY5MDeaw/TlZBTlnikwI/AAAAAAAACCw/PWZAoDhvmdI/s72-c/IMG_9391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7679590167717218044</id><published>2011-08-24T10:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:35:31.797-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Barrels of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the Joash's favorite toys is his barrels. He just recently figured out how to pull them apart We now hide different things inside the smallest barrel and enjoy his delight when he finds it. Enjoy the video!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d7a0a84692e9f085" 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://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd7a0a84692e9f085%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D505632F7509AD00B2FA60F767FF15D970DC34F16.2C2A7DDA09D3CE57A2721AC81FCC27E0D42B6694%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd7a0a84692e9f085%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De_9T-0GzwoICtaZ8kvkUGdy_K1E&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://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd7a0a84692e9f085%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D505632F7509AD00B2FA60F767FF15D970DC34F16.2C2A7DDA09D3CE57A2721AC81FCC27E0D42B6694%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd7a0a84692e9f085%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De_9T-0GzwoICtaZ8kvkUGdy_K1E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7679590167717218044?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7679590167717218044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7679590167717218044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7679590167717218044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7679590167717218044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/barrels-of-fun.html' title='Barrels of Fun'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7376768230890004860</id><published>2011-08-23T14:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:06:12.719-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>My New Venture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEwjY8neQT0/TlO4r_ZqPHI/AAAAAAAACCs/g-RX9jI6t3I/s1600/IMG_9370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEwjY8neQT0/TlO4r_ZqPHI/AAAAAAAACCs/g-RX9jI6t3I/s320/IMG_9370.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are some new books at our house. That is because I am a new consultant with Usborne Books Canada. If you are not familiar with Usborne Books, you should &lt;a href="http://www.usbornebooksathome.ca/"&gt;look them up&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first learned about Usborne when we were living in Minnesota. A lady at our church sold them. I went to a party once and I really liked what I saw. Then when we decided to move back to Canada, I was excited to learn that Usborne was in Canada as well. Since I love books, kids and learning, I thought this company was a good fit for me. So, I am giving it a go and seeing what happens. I am excited to see what happens and what people I get to meet. I am not looking for this to consume my life or anything. More for something to get me out of the house and meeting people and sharing these awesome books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7376768230890004860?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7376768230890004860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7376768230890004860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7376768230890004860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7376768230890004860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-new-venture.html' title='My New Venture'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEwjY8neQT0/TlO4r_ZqPHI/AAAAAAAACCs/g-RX9jI6t3I/s72-c/IMG_9370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8164709823046366712</id><published>2011-08-22T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:54:13.175-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Doing Laps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ5rU2R9hg8/TlJbUgrhdNI/AAAAAAAACCo/wFPE_Eol-jY/s1600/IMG_9360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ5rU2R9hg8/TlJbUgrhdNI/AAAAAAAACCo/wFPE_Eol-jY/s320/IMG_9360.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another thing that has been keeping me busy is the fact that this little guy is on the move. The main floor of the house is circle and this morning already Joash has done two laps around the house. He is getting to be pretty fast and I am following him, baby proofing as I go. He also really like to be up on him feet, so we did another lap with him walking. He thinks he is pretty big stuff while he is standing. It so hard to believe he is going to be 10 months old this week. Where does the time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8164709823046366712?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8164709823046366712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8164709823046366712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8164709823046366712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8164709823046366712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/doing-laps.html' title='Doing Laps'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ5rU2R9hg8/TlJbUgrhdNI/AAAAAAAACCo/wFPE_Eol-jY/s72-c/IMG_9360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7352735235524367244</id><published>2011-08-20T10:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T10:04:12.693-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>What I Have Been Busy With</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for taking so long to get back to blogging. But it has been busy here. I have been busy healing. It is going really well. I am in very little pain and rarely notice that I have had surgery. I am still not as energetic as I was before the operation, but each day is getting better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfW43HQFwGo/Tk-urY0JO8I/AAAAAAAACCg/44wvY9z9Ibg/s1600/IMG_9358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfW43HQFwGo/Tk-urY0JO8I/AAAAAAAACCg/44wvY9z9Ibg/s320/IMG_9358.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have been busy taking care of this little guy, too. He is on the move in his own style that is a cross between an army crawl and normal crawling. But he can get to where he wants to go and he is enjoying his new found freedom. He has also figured out how to sit back up after crawling, so that makes like a lot easier for Mom. I no longer have to rescue him from his tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1COcY1Aw9o/Tk-u0B2l2NI/AAAAAAAACCk/J2TVs2DRi18/s1600/IMG_9359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1COcY1Aw9o/Tk-u0B2l2NI/AAAAAAAACCk/J2TVs2DRi18/s320/IMG_9359.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is also Old Home Week on the Island, which is as close a fair as you get here. Yesterday was the parade, which was quite good. It was a nice warm day, and I was certainly glad that I was not marching in the parade. &amp;nbsp;It is sort of weird watching a parade that doesn't have any high school marching bands in it. There are a few community bands and several bagpipe and drum bands. It was a good parade, just different then what I am used to. We also took in the&amp;nbsp;Exhibitions&amp;nbsp;and saw all of the 4-H displays and animals. It will be really fun to take Joash there when he is a bit older. He slept through most of that part. Next year already, he will probably think the animals are pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy with a few other things to, but I tell you about those next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7352735235524367244?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7352735235524367244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7352735235524367244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7352735235524367244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7352735235524367244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-i-have-been-busy-with.html' title='What I Have Been Busy With'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FfW43HQFwGo/Tk-urY0JO8I/AAAAAAAACCg/44wvY9z9Ibg/s72-c/IMG_9358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7475397510846699924</id><published>2011-08-13T10:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:07:04.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Appendix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A week ago today, I went to the ER with fairly sharp abdominal pains on my lower right side. It was unlike any pain I had ever experienced before. I went pretty late at night and drove myself and Wilbert stayed home with Joash. I actually didn't have to wait all that long, which is nice. After an&amp;nbsp;initial&amp;nbsp;exam, the doctor was pretty sure it was my appendix. He felt he had jinxed himself because when he came in, he said noticed I had my legs crossed on the bed. He said there was research that had been done that said when a&amp;nbsp;patient&amp;nbsp;had his legs crossed, the condition is not that serious. Well, I think I was just trying to stay warm because it was really cold in that room. After a discussion with the on call&amp;nbsp;surgeon, they decided to put me on&amp;nbsp;antibiotics&amp;nbsp;and keep me over night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was moved in the morning to observation and eventually seen by the surgeon who&amp;nbsp;declared&amp;nbsp;I had&amp;nbsp;appendicitis. I was scheduled for surgery at 6. I actually went to surgery a bit earlier. Everything went fine in the surgery. The doctor was surprised to see that my appendix really did not look all that&amp;nbsp;inflamed, but they took it out anyway. So, the doctor is not really sure what was causing all my pain. All my symptoms clearly pointed to my appendix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I was&amp;nbsp;released&amp;nbsp;from the hospital on Tuesday. I am super thankful for my family. I didn't worry at all about Joash and on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, my husband's sister came over to help me out, which was so wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oBHkueur1Hc/TkZ2a8t3FpI/AAAAAAAACCY/eelhbFDQL8I/s1600/IMG_9352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oBHkueur1Hc/TkZ2a8t3FpI/AAAAAAAACCY/eelhbFDQL8I/s320/IMG_9352.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joash loves his Tante Reina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still on the mend, but the pain I was experiencing last week is gone, so that is a great blessing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7475397510846699924?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7475397510846699924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7475397510846699924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7475397510846699924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7475397510846699924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-appendix.html' title='My Appendix'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oBHkueur1Hc/TkZ2a8t3FpI/AAAAAAAACCY/eelhbFDQL8I/s72-c/IMG_9352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-5015556769040806362</id><published>2011-08-05T09:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:30:14.082-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><title type='text'>Encounters with Wildlife - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Well, the wildlife sagas continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Wilbert came home from Praise Team practice. He unloaded the car and then came upstairs and we talked for a bit. Then we both headed downstairs. Wilbert got the bottom of the stair first and said, "Whoa! There is a bat in the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you serious?" I said, hoping he was just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. It just flew by my head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, take care of it!" I said running back up the stairs to make sure Joash's door was closed and then to hide in our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I was a chicken and didn't even go down stairs to help my husband. Our house has a very open layout with only the upstairs really having rooms with doors that can close. So, there is really no where to hide down stairs. I waited anxiously as I heard Wilbert open windows and take the screens out, scold the bat for getting to close to his hair, rummage through the&amp;nbsp;Tupperware&amp;nbsp;cupboard, and swat at the bat. Eventually, I could tell they were battling it out on the stairs and I soon heard what sounded like a bat caught in container of some sort. Wilbert called for me to come and help. He had managed to get the bat in a ice cream after the bat fell down on the stairs. Now he had put the container outside and he wanted to put the window screens back in before he let it free. So we did that and then Wilbert kicked the ice cream bucket and the bat flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think maybe the bat was following some bugs and those bugs saw the house lights when Wilbert was unloading the car. The screen door does not shut all that well, so the bat could have easily slipped in. So we are now trying to make sure the screen door is shut well, turning off the entry way light during the night, and keeping the door shut between our entry way and the rest of the house. I really don't want to see any more bats in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning a bird banged into the living room window and scared me pretty bad. I have had enough encounter with wildlife (especially bats) to last me for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-5015556769040806362?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/5015556769040806362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=5015556769040806362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5015556769040806362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5015556769040806362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/encounters-with-wildlife-part-2.html' title='Encounters with Wildlife - Part 2'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-1518723903903910328</id><published>2011-08-04T09:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T09:23:19.585-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><title type='text'>Encounters with Wildlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have had two interesting encounters with wildlife in the last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The first was Saturday morning. I was on my way over to the farm to pick up Joash and say good-bye to Karisa, Emil's fiancee. As I was driving, I noticed a bald eagle flying along the road, sort of right along with me. I watched him land in a tree and then noticed another bald eagle already perched in the same tree. So I pulled over to get a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4tekb_O-Dg/TjqHpr-lTjI/AAAAAAAACBw/aR49UvIV4Wk/s1600/IMG_9318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4tekb_O-Dg/TjqHpr-lTjI/AAAAAAAACBw/aR49UvIV4Wk/s320/IMG_9318.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you find them? One is&amp;nbsp;obviously&amp;nbsp;flying away and the other is still perched in the tallest tree. They certainly are majestic creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second encounter happened on Sunday. I had already stepped out of the house and had put the diaper bag and things in the car and had gotten in car myself. I was waiting for Wilbert to follow with Joash when Wilbert very carefully stuck his head out of the door and quietly asked, "Denise, can you come hear and help me a minuet?" &amp;nbsp;wondering what in the world he could need help with, I got out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I&amp;nbsp;approached&amp;nbsp;the house, Wilbert said, "There is a bat on my hat. I need to you hold open the door and I am going to throw my hat outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shuddered thinking about a bat being in my house. I know bats do good things like eating bugs and pesky mosquitoes, but they don't need to be in my house to do that. I stood behind the door to hold it open. Wilbert had wisely shut the door that separate our kitchen from out entryway, so Joash was just hanging out in his car seat in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilbert grabbed his hat and threw it outside, but the bat fell off. Then Wilbert scooped it up with a small sand shovel that happened to be in the entryway and tossed the bat outside. The bat was not happy to have been woken up from its sleep, but it just laid on the porch while we grabbed Joash, shut the doors well and scurried off to church. When we returned, the bat was gone. And now I look at everything in our entryway very carefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-1518723903903910328?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/1518723903903910328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=1518723903903910328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1518723903903910328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1518723903903910328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/encounters-with-wildlife.html' title='Encounters with Wildlife'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4tekb_O-Dg/TjqHpr-lTjI/AAAAAAAACBw/aR49UvIV4Wk/s72-c/IMG_9318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8020920560744086670</id><published>2011-08-03T09:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:53:05.387-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>9 Month Check-up</title><content type='html'>Joash had his nine month check-up yesterday and everything looked great. Here are his stats, for those of you who may want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 9.86 kg (21 lbs, 11oz)&lt;br /&gt;Length: 73 1/2 cm (29 in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said he growing like a weed, a good weed. So that was nice to hear. And his ears looked great, which was a relief as well. After his first ear infection, I think I got a little&amp;nbsp;paranoid&amp;nbsp;and I would worry every time he touched his ears. So, for now I will assume he is just exploring his ears and figuring out what these things are on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get a picture for this post, but I forgot. And now Joash is napping, so pictures will have a wait for a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8020920560744086670?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8020920560744086670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8020920560744086670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8020920560744086670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8020920560744086670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/9-month-check-up.html' title='9 Month Check-up'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-2982583580512823843</id><published>2011-08-02T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T16:33:58.940-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Inside Threat by Jason Elam and Steve Yohn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.tyndale.com/thpdata/images--covers/500%20h/978-1-4143-3173-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://files.tyndale.com/thpdata/images--covers/500%20h/978-1-4143-3173-7.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"&gt;Looking for a high paced, action packed book? &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Inside Threat&lt;/i&gt; by Jason Elam and Steve Yohn is for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"&gt;In post 9/11 world, terror is all around us. That is something Scott Ross knows firsthand as a counterterrorism director. When a series of small attacks scattered across the country begins to escalate, Ross knows these attacks are just a diversion a bigger one to come. Home grown Islamic terrorists overrun that National Cathedral during a state funeral, Ross needs to come up with a plan to save all of the hostages. Will his friend, linebacker Riley Covington, come through with the rescue plan once again?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"&gt;When I picked up this book, I was looking for an engaging read that grabbed me and held on until the very end. And boy, did I get one. I found the plot and characters real and relatable. The faith of the characters was present and real, but not over bearing. It was only after finishing the book that I realized it was the fourth in a series. While I am sure my reading would be enhanced by reading the previous books, I thought it read very well as an independent book. I am looking forward to going to back and reading the books that came first. This &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;is a great book.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Tyndale House Publishers for review purposes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-2982583580512823843?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/2982583580512823843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=2982583580512823843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2982583580512823843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2982583580512823843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/inside-threat-by-jason-elam-and-steve.html' title='Inside Threat by Jason Elam and Steve Yohn'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-2679435467859756265</id><published>2011-08-01T09:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T09:45:25.378-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>He's Cute Even When He is Just Sitting There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJLlIZveza4/TjabSsF4NaI/AAAAAAAACBs/mPd6apZqIzk/s1600/IMG_9296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJLlIZveza4/TjabSsF4NaI/AAAAAAAACBs/mPd6apZqIzk/s320/IMG_9296.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Joash's new pose. He like to hook his toe on the underside of the tray of his high chair. Or his stroller. Or anything really. I just find it so cute when he sitting there like this during his entire meal. It is the little things that bring a smile to my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-2679435467859756265?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/2679435467859756265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=2679435467859756265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2679435467859756265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2679435467859756265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/08/hes-cute-even-when-he-is-just-sitting.html' title='He&apos;s Cute Even When He is Just Sitting There'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJLlIZveza4/TjabSsF4NaI/AAAAAAAACBs/mPd6apZqIzk/s72-c/IMG_9296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8036655018320371602</id><published>2011-07-30T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T14:38:10.664-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Funnel Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Island is known for having pretty favorable weather conditions. There are rarely temperature extremes in any season. We get a lot of&amp;nbsp;precipitation, but usually not in any crazy storms. Thunderstorms are even a rarity, though we do get an occasional weak hurricane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When my husband came to Iowa for college, one things he was excited for was the&amp;nbsp;possibility&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;experiencing&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;Midwest&amp;nbsp;thunderstorm and maybe even seeing a tornado. It drove me nuts when a good thunderstorm rolled through and he would say he hoped it would produce a tornado. Well, in eight years of living in a tornado prone area, he never saw one. He was always a bit disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So imagine our surprise when we saw this as we were leaving the harbor for our deep sea fishing&amp;nbsp;excursion&amp;nbsp;on Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdebx46EbmQ/TjQ5qhdV_sI/AAAAAAAACBo/sH3smEsT1ls/s1600/IMG_9303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdebx46EbmQ/TjQ5qhdV_sI/AAAAAAAACBo/sH3smEsT1ls/s320/IMG_9303.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A little funnel cloud. In a sunny sky. No thunderheads above. No rain even in the forecast. Really weird. Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.theguardian.pe.ca/News/Local/2011-07-25/article-2672903/Funnel-cloud-forms-over-Charlottetown/1"&gt;little news article&lt;/a&gt; about the cloud. It is interesting to learn that funnel clouds can form in conditions other than the intense thunderstorms of the Midwest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8036655018320371602?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8036655018320371602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8036655018320371602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8036655018320371602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8036655018320371602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/07/funnel-cloud.html' title='Funnel Cloud'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zdebx46EbmQ/TjQ5qhdV_sI/AAAAAAAACBo/sH3smEsT1ls/s72-c/IMG_9303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-3202739279556607143</id><published>2011-07-29T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:27:33.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This past weekend the whole Talen family was together, so we had a family fun weekend. Saturday we went to play some disc&amp;nbsp;golf. It was quite a hilly course, so we all got our workout in pushing Joash around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v41ZH8gP9Y/TjLo8kQEEbI/AAAAAAAACBc/5Nsmqe2csPw/s1600/IMG_9297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v41ZH8gP9Y/TjLo8kQEEbI/AAAAAAAACBc/5Nsmqe2csPw/s320/IMG_9297.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Joash staring his disc golf practice by chewing on a disc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhsIKSzqlxM/TjLnTHeQUAI/AAAAAAAACBE/g9q31xyWmyU/s1600/IMG_9298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhsIKSzqlxM/TjLnTHeQUAI/AAAAAAAACBE/g9q31xyWmyU/s320/IMG_9298.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most of family, just missing Emil and Karisa. It was a lovely view from the top of the course. All of that riding in the stroller wore Joash out. He is taking a little snooze in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to the beach. I didn't take any pictures. But it was a nice day, just a little cool. Joash took a little nap while Opa pushed him in his stroller on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday the whole family went deep sea fishing. I was a little leery of this since the only other time I have gone deep sea fishing, I got really sea sick. Thankfully, it was a beautiful, calm day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z03QnBhdUtE/TjLncPmnhdI/AAAAAAAACBI/GODtlNYU1aw/s1600/IMG_9305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z03QnBhdUtE/TjLncPmnhdI/AAAAAAAACBI/GODtlNYU1aw/s320/IMG_9305.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ready to fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S23RRETQo1o/TjLnimv5dPI/AAAAAAAACBM/Tehb2mEXmGc/s1600/IMG_9310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S23RRETQo1o/TjLnimv5dPI/AAAAAAAACBM/Tehb2mEXmGc/s320/IMG_9310.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Joash did really well fishing. He didn't pull on the line too much. We were pretty successful, too. We caught several&amp;nbsp;mackerel&amp;nbsp;and a nice size cod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvs7fGQvNs0/TjLnpRU79CI/AAAAAAAACBQ/ygSjLvuJMA8/s1600/IMG_9315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvs7fGQvNs0/TjLnpRU79CI/AAAAAAAACBQ/ygSjLvuJMA8/s320/IMG_9315.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most of the family again, just missing Tiffany this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6h0zN4l-Yds/TjLnwSAzXTI/AAAAAAAACBU/ZxOMaEesgMI/s1600/IMG_9317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6h0zN4l-Yds/TjLnwSAzXTI/AAAAAAAACBU/ZxOMaEesgMI/s320/IMG_9317.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: center;"&gt;Joash caught his Tante Reina! What a catch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-3202739279556607143?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/3202739279556607143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=3202739279556607143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3202739279556607143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3202739279556607143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-fun-weekend.html' title='Family Fun Weekend'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v41ZH8gP9Y/TjLo8kQEEbI/AAAAAAAACBc/5Nsmqe2csPw/s72-c/IMG_9297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-3949641831206560268</id><published>2011-07-28T07:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T06:57:08.562-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Zrbtt</title><content type='html'>This is Joash's new thing. He likes to give us big sloppy "zerberts". This comes from the Cosby show. Watch the first 1:30 for the back story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: #000000; height: 272px; width: 440px;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="playerVars=showStats=yes|autoPlay=no|videoTitle=Clair's Toe (Part 1)" height="272" name="Metacafe_yt-cYwr5Z7A0yw" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/yt-cYwr5Z7A0yw/clairs_toe_part_1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="440" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Joash with his take on the Zrbt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16aee52f5e9ec10a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16aee52f5e9ec10a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59775451E266CA62C3E41B6E8B97C7A082A67EF9.442B8E98F0F8ECE468100B09D0E20BDCA9685452%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16aee52f5e9ec10a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc9XvtOdIjjsbHehjNTDDSt1Db1c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16aee52f5e9ec10a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137713%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59775451E266CA62C3E41B6E8B97C7A082A67EF9.442B8E98F0F8ECE468100B09D0E20BDCA9685452%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16aee52f5e9ec10a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc9XvtOdIjjsbHehjNTDDSt1Db1c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/15880082620425557-3949641831206560268?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/3949641831206560268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=3949641831206560268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3949641831206560268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3949641831206560268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='Zrbtt'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-4520419446284868686</id><published>2011-07-27T10:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:05:30.253-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Vacation Part 4 - By Plane, Car and Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When ever we talk about our trip, one of the first questions asked is how did Joash do with all of the traveling. And the answer is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Joash stayed awake for the whole flight out.&amp;nbsp;Apparently&amp;nbsp;when he is tired, loud noises scare him (like Wilbert sneezing) and silly things make him laugh ( like the window shade going up and down.&amp;nbsp;Turbulence&amp;nbsp;also brought some laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHxbQugTK3Q/TjAIzTZMYQI/AAAAAAAACAw/aUmYqHO8CIY/s1600/2011-07-12+07.11.56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHxbQugTK3Q/TjAIzTZMYQI/AAAAAAAACAw/aUmYqHO8CIY/s320/2011-07-12+07.11.56.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hanging out on the plane with Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car rides went pretty well too. We were stuck in construction on the way to and from Minnesota. Joash did well at taking his naps. He did cry a for a while, but for being in the car for 12 hours, he did wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3qYrKOUZxM/TjAIz3epPxI/AAAAAAAACA0/M6uT1WnNsgQ/s1600/2011-07-17+11.55.49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3qYrKOUZxM/TjAIz3epPxI/AAAAAAAACA0/M6uT1WnNsgQ/s320/2011-07-17+11.55.49.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sleeping in the car. He looks quite thoughtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the way home, we took the ferry from Nova Scotia to the Island. It was a nice break in our day of travel and we all enjoyed being outside on the water. It was quite foggy and Joash was startled every time the fog horn sounded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ja2_kn2rwQY/TjAI0rp4KtI/AAAAAAAACA4/RsOnhYNGFOU/s1600/2011-07-19+18.52.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ja2_kn2rwQY/TjAI0rp4KtI/AAAAAAAACA4/RsOnhYNGFOU/s320/2011-07-19+18.52.05.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_7K5YYgj8so/TjAI1YHWE6I/AAAAAAAACA8/8ujp_iAfGaA/s1600/2011-07-19+18.57.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_7K5YYgj8so/TjAI1YHWE6I/AAAAAAAACA8/8ujp_iAfGaA/s320/2011-07-19+18.57.55.jpg" width="240" /&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/-Tjz3Tun2c94/TjAI2envNAI/AAAAAAAACBA/6TJ3qtT0Omk/s1600/2011-07-19+19.00.37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tjz3Tun2c94/TjAI2envNAI/AAAAAAAACBA/6TJ3qtT0Omk/s320/2011-07-19+19.00.37.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to our happy traveler, we now are&amp;nbsp;confident&amp;nbsp;we can continue to travel with Joash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-4520419446284868686?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/4520419446284868686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=4520419446284868686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/4520419446284868686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/4520419446284868686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/07/vacation-part-4-by-plane-car-and-boat.html' title='Vacation Part 4 - By Plane, Car and Boat'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHxbQugTK3Q/TjAIzTZMYQI/AAAAAAAACAw/aUmYqHO8CIY/s72-c/2011-07-12+07.11.56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7545786749807376821</id><published>2011-07-25T10:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:24:40.089-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interivews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>9 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are taking a short break from our vacation recap to bring you an interview with a very cute 9 month old. All of the interview photographs were taken by Amy Hanson.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz4siG-3f4U/Ti1lbnm6thI/AAAAAAAACAU/CgrHz5KlIjU/s1600/073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz4siG-3f4U/Ti1lbnm6thI/AAAAAAAACAU/CgrHz5KlIjU/s320/073.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;M(om): Well Joash, how has this ninth month of life treated you?&lt;br /&gt;J(oash): It has been great, Mom. I have done a lot of new things for the first time and I am pretty happy with my life.&lt;br /&gt;M:What were some of those firsts?&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/-xUB1Q3tFt-Y/Ti1l9ikX7VI/AAAAAAAACAY/f5NfV6zz0sQ/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUB1Q3tFt-Y/Ti1l9ikX7VI/AAAAAAAACAY/f5NfV6zz0sQ/s320/078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;J: I flew on &amp;nbsp;an airplane and rode on a boat. I took my first trip to a foreign country. I also had my first ear infection, which was not such a fun first, but so it goes.&lt;br /&gt;M:What things do you like to do these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wED0bzG3lSM/Ti1mgqgEU5I/AAAAAAAACAc/hF4rBZlGhUo/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wED0bzG3lSM/Ti1mgqgEU5I/AAAAAAAACAc/hF4rBZlGhUo/s320/080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;J: I love to go outside. I like the fresh air and all of the things to see. I like going for walks with you, Mom and just sitting outside in my stroller too. I also like to play and move around. I can get from a sitting&amp;nbsp;position&amp;nbsp;to my tummy really well. I am trying really hard to move around, but it is tough. Right now I just pivot in circles on my tummy and sometimes slowly inch toward stuff with a combination of rolling and pulling myself forward with my arms. And yesterday, I learned how to give a high-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73QuKpE_zcw/Ti1nDfDq0RI/AAAAAAAACAg/NcE2ZlWMcoI/s1600/088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73QuKpE_zcw/Ti1nDfDq0RI/AAAAAAAACAg/NcE2ZlWMcoI/s320/088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M: How is that appetite?&lt;br /&gt;J: I love to eat! And forget that milk and formula. I love real food. I also like to feed myself a few things like bread and Mum-Mums, but it has to be the right texture. But you can feed me anything, Mom, and I will eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGMN9qMqueU/Ti1nhtkYKdI/AAAAAAAACAk/m6_V45dfJJ0/s1600/089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGMN9qMqueU/Ti1nhtkYKdI/AAAAAAAACAk/m6_V45dfJJ0/s320/089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M: Anything else you would like to say?&lt;br /&gt;J: I don't think so, Mom. Can you please read to me my favorite book &lt;i&gt;Baby Boo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Okay, Joash. Wave bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;J:Wave? I don't care about waving, Mom. Why do you and Dad always try to get me to wave?&lt;br /&gt;M: Never mind, Joash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7545786749807376821?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7545786749807376821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7545786749807376821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7545786749807376821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7545786749807376821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/07/9-months.html' title='9 Months'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz4siG-3f4U/Ti1lbnm6thI/AAAAAAAACAU/CgrHz5KlIjU/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8908293629321912577</id><published>2011-07-22T20:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T22:24:14.692-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation Part 3 - Far Away Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VsT-Z66iieQ/TinBJPeVKvI/AAAAAAAACAQ/LEM_f3FI_90/s1600/IMG_9284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VsT-Z66iieQ/TinBJPeVKvI/AAAAAAAACAQ/LEM_f3FI_90/s320/IMG_9284.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a few days in Michigan, we headed out to Minnesota and Iowa to see some of our friends. We stayed with our best friends in Minnesota and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we had lunch with the Buskers and I got to see my favorite five year old again. Both he and his sister thought Joash was really cool and he kept making faces at Joash and doing other things to get Joash to smile. It was great to see them again and get caught up on their lives and what was happening at school. Saturday evening one of Wilbert's roommates from college was married, so we saw many people that we haven't seen in a long time. Alas, I did not take any pictures since I was busy with a little boy. But the wedding was very nice and it was good to see so many people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to our old church in Edgerton and it was so much fun to see everyone. We were able to talk to just about everyone we wanted too, expect for one couple who was away for the weekend. There were four of us who were&amp;nbsp;pregnant&amp;nbsp;and all due around the same time at our church. We all had boys, and it was&amp;nbsp;interesting&amp;nbsp;to compare the boys. We stayed inside for the rest of Sunday because it was HOT outside. I know I have complained about the Island weather being cold, but I was so thankful for air conditioning. If you went outside your eyelids started to sweat. I am now enjoying the nice Island summer again with my windows open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8908293629321912577?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8908293629321912577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8908293629321912577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8908293629321912577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8908293629321912577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/07/vacation-part-3-far-away-friends.html' title='Vacation Part 3 - Far Away Friends'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VsT-Z66iieQ/TinBJPeVKvI/AAAAAAAACAQ/LEM_f3FI_90/s72-c/IMG_9284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7637052477228821265</id><published>2011-07-21T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:41:38.223-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Vacation Part 2 - Extended Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While our time in Michigan was short, we packed in a lot of family. My grandma's and other relatives wanted to see us and meet Joash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QDOvPM7UzQQ/Tii2Vuvld7I/AAAAAAAACAA/8gzxq0cDwzI/s1600/IMG_9243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QDOvPM7UzQQ/Tii2Vuvld7I/AAAAAAAACAA/8gzxq0cDwzI/s320/IMG_9243.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Four generations: Grandma O. , my mom, me, and Joash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTgoBhx5unQ/Tii2m81MYBI/AAAAAAAACAE/9sxj5oXJmQ4/s1600/IMG_9254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTgoBhx5unQ/Tii2m81MYBI/AAAAAAAACAE/9sxj5oXJmQ4/s320/IMG_9254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Four generations: Grandma VB., my dad, me and Joash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFkkjU4S2rg/Tii24QUSIgI/AAAAAAAACAI/78oRgT7m_5g/s1600/IMG_9260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFkkjU4S2rg/Tii24QUSIgI/AAAAAAAACAI/78oRgT7m_5g/s320/IMG_9260.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grandma VB and all of her great grand children. As you can tell, Joash is quite out numbered at the moment. There are a lot of girls in the VerBeek family. &amp;nbsp;There are seven grandchildren and five our girls. The same is true on the Overweg side. There are twenty-three grand children and only six are boys. But of the twelve great-grand children are dead even, &amp;nbsp;six and six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those four girls just sat and watched Joash for a long time. They thought a baby was pretty cool, for a while at least. I think Joash also thought the girls were pretty cool because he like watching them play as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7637052477228821265?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7637052477228821265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7637052477228821265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7637052477228821265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7637052477228821265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/07/vacation-part-2-extended-family.html' title='Vacation Part 2 - Extended Family'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QDOvPM7UzQQ/Tii2Vuvld7I/AAAAAAAACAA/8gzxq0cDwzI/s72-c/IMG_9243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-2637585495276865818</id><published>2011-07-20T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:51:53.921-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Vacation Part 1 - Grandma and Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We just returned from a wonderful vacation to Michigan and Minnesota. &amp;nbsp;Our first stop was Grandpa and Grandma's house in Michigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SBCUVsRVRg/TicTw0pLI_I/AAAAAAAAB_k/poae3qy4fwE/s1600/IMG_9222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SBCUVsRVRg/TicTw0pLI_I/AAAAAAAAB_k/poae3qy4fwE/s320/IMG_9222.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Joash just loves Grandpa. I don't know if it is his voice or what, but Grandpa didn't have to do very much to get a smile from Joash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNUoQN3pxdg/TicT6ZTE0_I/AAAAAAAAB_o/B_KgP0i_0PM/s1600/IMG_9230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNUoQN3pxdg/TicT6ZTE0_I/AAAAAAAAB_o/B_KgP0i_0PM/s320/IMG_9230.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kAwfFXY_bw/TicUAn5d94I/AAAAAAAAB_s/1BaiG9G-4_4/s1600/IMG_9239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kAwfFXY_bw/TicUAn5d94I/AAAAAAAAB_s/1BaiG9G-4_4/s320/IMG_9239.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa and Grandma had some new (to Joash) toys and Joash had a lot of fun showing Grandpa and Grandma how to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRrcYDUwlWw/TicUJG3uyFI/AAAAAAAAB_w/kepTMyJX5eM/s1600/IMG_9264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRrcYDUwlWw/TicUJG3uyFI/AAAAAAAAB_w/kepTMyJX5eM/s320/IMG_9264.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aunt Dawn came for visit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6VHUn_6sww/TicUSO6ySEI/AAAAAAAAB_0/X2VCHx8RuFI/s1600/IMG_9268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6VHUn_6sww/TicUSO6ySEI/AAAAAAAAB_0/X2VCHx8RuFI/s320/IMG_9268.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all loved being together with our family and seeing everyone again. It was fun for this mom as well to have a bunch of extra hands around to help take care of Joash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-2637585495276865818?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/2637585495276865818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=2637585495276865818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2637585495276865818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2637585495276865818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/07/vacation-part-1-grandma-and-grandpa.html' title='Vacation Part 1 - Grandma and Grandpa'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SBCUVsRVRg/TicTw0pLI_I/AAAAAAAAB_k/poae3qy4fwE/s72-c/IMG_9222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-818748041273853325</id><published>2011-07-11T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:39:24.824-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Booby Trap</title><content type='html'>The other day, we spent some time at the beach as a family. Joash took a nice nap on the blanket by water. The sound of the waves certainly lulled him to sleep.&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/-VGfjKuY9duc/ThtRVmSRd-I/AAAAAAAAB_g/ZEXK2up6Nbw/s1600/2011-07-07+12.54.42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VGfjKuY9duc/ThtRVmSRd-I/AAAAAAAAB_g/ZEXK2up6Nbw/s320/2011-07-07+12.54.42.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While he was sleeping, Wilbert decided to build a sand castle. It turned into a team effort, which was quite fun. The last things Wilbert decided to add to his castle was a booby trap. He had dug a hole in the sand to at the nice wet sand underneath. He covered the hole with a criss cross of sticks and the some seaweed and then some sand.&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/-uG0k4sThlh8/ThtRIGV6p2I/AAAAAAAAB_c/ybXc2Qsc-b8/s1600/2011-07-07+14.14.22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uG0k4sThlh8/ThtRIGV6p2I/AAAAAAAAB_c/ybXc2Qsc-b8/s320/2011-07-07+14.14.22.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It turned out to be a really good booby trap because even though I watched him build it, I was the one who got caught in it. Joash was getting fussy (because, we later found out, he had an ear infection), so I was hurrying around, gathering our things up. My hands were full and I was walking over to grab the last towel when I stepped right into the middle of the booby trap and found my left leg in a hole up to my knee and all of our stuff all over the sand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-818748041273853325?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/818748041273853325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=818748041273853325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/818748041273853325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/818748041273853325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/07/booby-trap.html' title='Booby Trap'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VGfjKuY9duc/ThtRVmSRd-I/AAAAAAAAB_g/ZEXK2up6Nbw/s72-c/2011-07-07+12.54.42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-2115267763182616994</id><published>2011-07-06T09:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:32:21.315-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>The Sunbeam</title><content type='html'>I should have taken a picture of this, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Joash was eating his supper when the sun poked through the clouds. A sunbeam fell right on the tray of his high chair. He stopped eating and tired again and again to pick up the sunbeam. He would stretch out his little hand and grasp the air right above the sunbeam. Then he would pull his little fist toward him and look at it and be a bit disappointed to see the sunbeam didn't move as well. Wilbert was feeding him and he couldn't do anything to get Joash eating again. He just wanted that sunbeam. Eventually, the sun went back behind the clouds and Joash finished his supper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-2115267763182616994?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/2115267763182616994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=2115267763182616994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2115267763182616994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2115267763182616994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunbeam.html' title='The Sunbeam'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-2895953478079364032</id><published>2011-07-04T14:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:05:25.382-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Royalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Fourth of July! Sorry for not mentioning Canada Day on Friday. We were to busy having fun celebrating at the church picnic and fireworks on the harbor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But today is the Fourth.&amp;nbsp;Independence&amp;nbsp;Day for my native land. So I thought what better way to celebrate the US independence from&amp;nbsp;Britain&amp;nbsp;than to go and catch a glimpse of Prince William and his lovely wife. Today was the Charlottetown, PEI stop on their tour of Canada, so Joash and I hit the streets to catch a glimpse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The plan was for the couple to tour Province House, the hall where Canada began. Then they were to exit the house, Prince William was going to give a little speech, they were going to meet and greet people and then hop in a carriage to go down the street to a park on the water front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvpDRCURlJM/ThHcMtxxv-I/AAAAAAAAB_I/I6IDXFzQWHI/s1600/IMG_9201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvpDRCURlJM/ThHcMtxxv-I/AAAAAAAAB_I/I6IDXFzQWHI/s320/IMG_9201.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are settled in our spot. It is took a bit to get to a good spot as things were really crowded around Province House and I really had to fight through the crowds with the stroller. But once we got past the big crowds, we were able to find a good spot. We were in the third row of people along the road and all of the people in front of us where either kids or short adults. So I had a pretty good view of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgJdavlHDKo/ThHcTuukblI/AAAAAAAAB_M/v1TgGsSqK10/s1600/IMG_9203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgJdavlHDKo/ThHcTuukblI/AAAAAAAAB_M/v1TgGsSqK10/s320/IMG_9203.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We waited about an hour and a half and for most of it, Joash was pretty happy, even though it was nap time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMPoMgdVzXU/ThHr6n-T-CI/AAAAAAAAB_U/75T9DPMyh_w/s1600/IMG_9209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMPoMgdVzXU/ThHr6n-T-CI/AAAAAAAAB_U/75T9DPMyh_w/s320/IMG_9209.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He did get a little hungry and took a bite out of his Canadian Flag. With half an hour to go in our wait, the local youth choir sang several numbers, which helped past the time. Then up came a great big roar as Will and Kate exited Province House. By this time though, Joash was done. So I really have no idea what Prince William said in his speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nit4FEyMKis/ThHcdN5eLEI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/nvMlZwRr1Hk/s1600/IMG_9207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nit4FEyMKis/ThHcdN5eLEI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/nvMlZwRr1Hk/s320/IMG_9207.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There they are in the carriage. After they went by I remembered I had this cool thing called "zoom" on my camera. But, oh well. &amp;nbsp;For having a cranky 8 month old in my arms. That is a pretty good picture. I almost forgot to look at them with my eyes though, since I wanted to get a good picture. But I did and it was pretty cool. After they went past, we made our way back through the crowds to our car. Now I have seen them in real life and that is pretty neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-2895953478079364032?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/2895953478079364032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=2895953478079364032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2895953478079364032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/2895953478079364032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/07/glimpse-of-royalty.html' title='A Glimpse of Royalty'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvpDRCURlJM/ThHcMtxxv-I/AAAAAAAAB_I/I6IDXFzQWHI/s72-c/IMG_9201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7767440404772012829</id><published>2011-06-30T09:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:43:16.661-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Summer is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRQU7jZT2xs/TgxtQS8TV5I/AAAAAAAAB_E/C7N0DOQOr3I/s1600/IMG_9198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRQU7jZT2xs/TgxtQS8TV5I/AAAAAAAAB_E/C7N0DOQOr3I/s320/IMG_9198.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I think it is pretty safe to say that summer has arrived. And we like it. I think Joash especially enjoys the freedom of wearing short or no pants at all. It allows him to eat his toes much easier. And nice weather means we can go outside and he loves to be outside. He is not too sure about the sand yet. He always looks a bit worried when he touches it. Hopefully soon he will dip his toes into the ocean for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, please keep praying that our house in the States will sell. Our renters have moved out and our realtor&amp;nbsp;says no one is really looking at houses right now. But all it takes is one person and we would really like that person to come soon. Or at least some quality tenants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7767440404772012829?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7767440404772012829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7767440404772012829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7767440404772012829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7767440404772012829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-is-here.html' title='Summer is Here'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRQU7jZT2xs/TgxtQS8TV5I/AAAAAAAAB_E/C7N0DOQOr3I/s72-c/IMG_9198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8311004937762036661</id><published>2011-06-27T10:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:14:44.641-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Garden'/><title type='text'>Lupins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I first visited the Island while my husband and I were dating, he was pretty specific about when in the summer he wanted me to come. I think he was already trying to win my heart over to living on the Island, because he told me to come at the end of June because that is when the lupins bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, it is a beautiful time on the Island, and one that deserves to be shared. So here are some lupins for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-6NX69jcts/TgfJXuwawcI/AAAAAAAAB-o/PYT6LTfwqVk/s1600/IMG_9170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-6NX69jcts/TgfJXuwawcI/AAAAAAAAB-o/PYT6LTfwqVk/s320/IMG_9170.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joash admiring the lupins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XETUf2HrxTw/TgfJj7prAOI/AAAAAAAAB-s/Zo5v2JpoQJg/s1600/IMG_9171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XETUf2HrxTw/TgfJj7prAOI/AAAAAAAAB-s/Zo5v2JpoQJg/s320/IMG_9171.JPG" width="240" /&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/-YQP9VWhBaAU/TgfJvaqOZTI/AAAAAAAAB-w/9iXxlcGWaNU/s1600/IMG_9173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YQP9VWhBaAU/TgfJvaqOZTI/AAAAAAAAB-w/9iXxlcGWaNU/s320/IMG_9173.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lupins come in several different shades of pink and purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRANWtUuAAg/TgfJ-vjCOfI/AAAAAAAAB-0/lqpsjkP9TPc/s1600/IMG_9174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRANWtUuAAg/TgfJ-vjCOfI/AAAAAAAAB-0/lqpsjkP9TPc/s320/IMG_9174.JPG" width="240" /&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/-TxqeSYTk0ys/TgfKRS9r5rI/AAAAAAAAB-4/8l73nabWeBw/s1600/IMG_9175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxqeSYTk0ys/TgfKRS9r5rI/AAAAAAAAB-4/8l73nabWeBw/s320/IMG_9175.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My attempt at capturing what the ditches look like. Sorry about the shadow. I couldn't quite figure out how to get the best angle this late in the day. Hopefully you get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8311004937762036661?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8311004937762036661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8311004937762036661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8311004937762036661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8311004937762036661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/lupins.html' title='Lupins'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-6NX69jcts/TgfJXuwawcI/AAAAAAAAB-o/PYT6LTfwqVk/s72-c/IMG_9170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-8181541767770939813</id><published>2011-06-25T10:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T10:21:19.163-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interivews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>8 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYuyi00-n1Q/TgXRG1u8QtI/AAAAAAAAB-c/9pYsqhh7zcY/s1600/IMG_9191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYuyi00-n1Q/TgXRG1u8QtI/AAAAAAAAB-c/9pYsqhh7zcY/s320/IMG_9191.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;M(om): Joash, you are 8 months old today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;J(oash): I know, Mom. Isn't it great?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;M: It certainly is.Why don't you tell us what a typical day is like for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;J: Well, I get up around 7 and have breakfast. Then I play while you do some cleaning. I am usually in my ExerSaucer and I really like watching the&amp;nbsp;vacuum&amp;nbsp;move back and forth. I have a morning nap at 9:30 and I usually sleep until 11. 11: 30 is lunch time and then Dad comes home and I watch you and Dad eat your lunch. 1:30 is my next nap and most of the time I sleep until 3:00. Then I have a snack and if it nice outside, we go for a walk or to the beach. I love being outside! My supper is at 6 and you and Dad eat either at 5 or 7 depending on the milking schedule. I play with Dad for a while after I eat and then my before bed snack at 8 and then off to bed.&lt;/div&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KNDEAFWlhrc/TgXC1dL-58I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/M_VPTd_Hzxc/s1600/IMG_9177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KNDEAFWlhrc/TgXC1dL-58I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/M_VPTd_Hzxc/s320/IMG_9177.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M: You have a pretty busy day. What are your favorite things to do when you play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I really like jumping. I jump in my ExerSaucer and I have even jump on the trampoline with Dad. I also like to play the piano and look at books. &amp;nbsp;Since I can sit up all myself now, I like to play with different toys that you put around me. I really ones that make a noise when I shake them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kplooqwSLng/TgXC-JunIDI/AAAAAAAAB-U/bw6YeETOPuE/s1600/IMG_9178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kplooqwSLng/TgXC-JunIDI/AAAAAAAAB-U/bw6YeETOPuE/s320/IMG_9178.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M: What other new things have you done this month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Well, we went to visit Dad in the barn. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Any sign of teeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Not yet, but I think they are coming.&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/-_rB9cuK1Mmo/TgXDGy0GsrI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/kEfTARupbEw/s1600/IMG_9190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rB9cuK1Mmo/TgXDGy0GsrI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/kEfTARupbEw/s320/IMG_9190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;M: How about talking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;J: Well, since I love Dad so much, I say "da,da,da" all of the time. I like to tell you stories too, Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;M: Any other new feats?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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/-kr5-CCj-2kM/TgXCvAJ5P1I/AAAAAAAAB-M/TtEq2CIgHaw/s1600/IMG_9165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kr5-CCj-2kM/TgXCvAJ5P1I/AAAAAAAAB-M/TtEq2CIgHaw/s320/IMG_9165.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;J: Well, speaking of feet,(why are rolling your eyes, Mom? You laugh when Dad makes jokes like that. I learned from the best.) I enjoy sucking on my toes. They are pretty tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Any thoughts on crawling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I can see how it would be a good thing to do. Then I could get my toys that are out of reach. But, I am not ready for it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Thanks, Joash. I hope you have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Thanks, Mom. Now can you get my book for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-8181541767770939813?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/8181541767770939813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=8181541767770939813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8181541767770939813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/8181541767770939813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/8-months.html' title='8 Months'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYuyi00-n1Q/TgXRG1u8QtI/AAAAAAAAB-c/9pYsqhh7zcY/s72-c/IMG_9191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-6894947908186299836</id><published>2011-06-23T09:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:48:45.445-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Daddy's Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlCFIMc1Rjk/TgM0ovaOueI/AAAAAAAAB-I/XnYj60HtXWw/s1600/IMG_9161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlCFIMc1Rjk/TgM0ovaOueI/AAAAAAAAB-I/XnYj60HtXWw/s320/IMG_9161.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am pretty sure Joash is becoming a Daddy's boy. While he loves hanging out with me all day, whenever he hears the door open, he looks to the door and starts wiggling in excitement with a huge smile on his face. If he is in the ExerSaucer, he jumps up and down ans squeals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last week, I had plans for the evening and the guys were putting up silage, so my mother-in-law came over to watch Joash. He heard the door open and did his usual routine. As the door opened he had a huge smile on his face, but then he saw Oma and that look drastically changed. He didn't cry or anything, but the look on his face said that was not who he was expecting to come through the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love my boys and I am glad that Joash loves his Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1847226406"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1847226407"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-6894947908186299836?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/6894947908186299836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=6894947908186299836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6894947908186299836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/6894947908186299836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/daddys-boy.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Boy'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlCFIMc1Rjk/TgM0ovaOueI/AAAAAAAAB-I/XnYj60HtXWw/s72-c/IMG_9161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-9063015309551684722</id><published>2011-06-17T09:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T09:56:04.958-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Family Resemblance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As with any child, I think, there is the on going debate about who the child&amp;nbsp;resembles. So, to add a little to the &amp;nbsp;on going debate for Joash, here is picture I took of Joash this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0zS9C-tBSjs/TftNp-qhizI/AAAAAAAAB90/XjrjZBeqj6o/s1600/IMG_9157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0zS9C-tBSjs/TftNp-qhizI/AAAAAAAAB90/XjrjZBeqj6o/s320/IMG_9157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And this is a picture of my dad when he was about 9 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIp_V_wbdjU/TftNrV_HGXI/AAAAAAAAB94/VJYQ0pOIFzE/s1600/Scan_Pic0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIp_V_wbdjU/TftNrV_HGXI/AAAAAAAAB94/VJYQ0pOIFzE/s320/Scan_Pic0017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It will be interesting to see who Joash turns out to look like as he grows up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-9063015309551684722?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/9063015309551684722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=9063015309551684722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/9063015309551684722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/9063015309551684722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-resemblance.html' title='Family Resemblance'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0zS9C-tBSjs/TftNp-qhizI/AAAAAAAAB90/XjrjZBeqj6o/s72-c/IMG_9157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-858028897922496027</id><published>2011-06-16T14:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:49:38.282-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Final Summit by Andy Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksneeze.com/art/_140_245_Book.305.cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.booksneeze.com/art/_140_245_Book.305.cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"&gt;The fate of humanity lies in David Ponder’s hand. Can he find the one principle that will save man kind?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"&gt;The Final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"&gt; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Summit&lt;/i&gt; is Andy Andrews latest book and the second book that has David Ponder as the main character. David has been summoned to find the one principle that will save humanity from destruction. David is able to interact with a variety of characters from history in order to determine what the two word principle is before time runs out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"&gt;This was an interesting book to read. Since I enjoy history, I liked meeting all of the different historical characters and learning the stories of historical figures that were new to me. While a bit wordy and repetitive at times, it was an interesting story and concept. I am thankful, though, that my fate does not lie in the hands of some random man, but rather in the hands of Jesus Christ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com &amp;lt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://xn--booksneeze-0oa.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://BookSneeze®.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;gt; book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-858028897922496027?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/858028897922496027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=858028897922496027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/858028897922496027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/858028897922496027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/final-summit-by-andy-andrew.html' title='The Final Summit by Andy Andrew'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-4026112710041218922</id><published>2011-06-15T10:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:08:34.972-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>A Flower for Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nV1yx2TU76k/TfiuS_g2kdI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/bzkOm2NJBx8/s1600/IMG_9137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nV1yx2TU76k/TfiuS_g2kdI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/bzkOm2NJBx8/s320/IMG_9137.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is great how he already knows that yellow is my favorite color. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-4026112710041218922?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/4026112710041218922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=4026112710041218922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/4026112710041218922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/4026112710041218922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/flower-for-mom.html' title='A Flower for Mom'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nV1yx2TU76k/TfiuS_g2kdI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/bzkOm2NJBx8/s72-c/IMG_9137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-1825296115245727023</id><published>2011-06-13T11:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:25:21.632-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>At the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday it finally felt like summer. So we went to the beach for bit. Joash was&amp;nbsp;mesmerized by the sound of the water and he wasn't to sure about having his toes in the sand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2abYcUmzcd8/TfYcn6ZAaLI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Ib448S6vaxk/s1600/IMG_9152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2abYcUmzcd8/TfYcn6ZAaLI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Ib448S6vaxk/s320/IMG_9152.JPG" width="240" /&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/-36cOP_bZWt4/TfYcvnJL2JI/AAAAAAAAB9U/W7x2Oyr_SE4/s1600/IMG_9154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36cOP_bZWt4/TfYcvnJL2JI/AAAAAAAAB9U/W7x2Oyr_SE4/s320/IMG_9154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Smiles on the beach. This is one of the best parts about living on the Island.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-1825296115245727023?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/1825296115245727023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=1825296115245727023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1825296115245727023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1825296115245727023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/at-beach.html' title='At the Beach'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2abYcUmzcd8/TfYcn6ZAaLI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Ib448S6vaxk/s72-c/IMG_9152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7866166742093572922</id><published>2011-06-10T14:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:14:46.920-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Hello to the Aunts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eW9H4Itb3Qk/TfJP2rJjwII/AAAAAAAAB8s/3H_4bSO6xSI/s1600/IMG_9129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eW9H4Itb3Qk/TfJP2rJjwII/AAAAAAAAB8s/3H_4bSO6xSI/s320/IMG_9129.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;All &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of my aunts are the best. I love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7866166742093572922?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7866166742093572922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7866166742093572922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7866166742093572922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7866166742093572922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-to-aunts.html' title='Hello to the Aunts!'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eW9H4Itb3Qk/TfJP2rJjwII/AAAAAAAAB8s/3H_4bSO6xSI/s72-c/IMG_9129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-3093403190567505524</id><published>2011-06-09T07:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:47:06.278-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Anyone Want a House?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BeChMr9wgc8/TfCh6DwBDXI/AAAAAAAAB8o/JaTXEO9nnsg/s1600/View+from+Road.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BeChMr9wgc8/TfCh6DwBDXI/AAAAAAAAB8o/JaTXEO9nnsg/s320/View+from+Road.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember this? Oh yeah. The house that we &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;own in Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully it has been rented out the majority of the time since we have moved.&amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, it looks like&amp;nbsp;our renters are moving out the end of this month. So, we are back to the same old stresses of last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the time it was rented, I sort of forgot about it. I got comfortable. I became self-reliant. What can I do? How can I make this situation better? And now I am a overwhelmed with the&amp;nbsp;enormity&amp;nbsp;of owning a home in a different country, wondering how on earth we are going to make our mortgage payments in a few months. I am pleading with God to bring the people to town who will buy this house and bring them soon. Like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like broken record. I am relearning the same lessons I learned last summer. I have more to learn about this whole trust thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers are&amp;nbsp;appreciated&amp;nbsp;as we learn to trust that God's plan is perfect in this. And if you happen to know of someone who would like to buy a house in Edgerton, send them our way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-3093403190567505524?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/3093403190567505524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=3093403190567505524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3093403190567505524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3093403190567505524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/anyone-want-house.html' title='Anyone Want a House?'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BeChMr9wgc8/TfCh6DwBDXI/AAAAAAAAB8o/JaTXEO9nnsg/s72-c/View+from+Road.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-7910434077004873906</id><published>2011-06-07T15:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:34:06.665-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Garden'/><title type='text'>Apple Blossoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We have several apple trees on our yard and they are all in bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGGaKHWk874/Te5hOHY0fqI/AAAAAAAAB8c/JoD3Vw_1X_M/s1600/IMG_9125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGGaKHWk874/Te5hOHY0fqI/AAAAAAAAB8c/JoD3Vw_1X_M/s320/IMG_9125.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, Joash enjoyed his first interaction with apple blossoms. He touched them and tried to eat some of them. We were not out too long because we had to get back in before the&amp;nbsp;mosquitoes&amp;nbsp;ate us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--TjAyqHsI5g/Te5ghJPXjrI/AAAAAAAAB8U/7oZOXSQT61I/s1600/IMG_9122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--TjAyqHsI5g/Te5ghJPXjrI/AAAAAAAAB8U/7oZOXSQT61I/s320/IMG_9122.JPG" width="240" /&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/-t7IJbNvjQIM/Te5gzUcjlBI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/JzaPjnMBtWg/s1600/IMG_9123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7IJbNvjQIM/Te5gzUcjlBI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/JzaPjnMBtWg/s320/IMG_9123.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was fun! This is Joash's new cheesy smile. He is pretty good at smiling whenever he sees the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-7910434077004873906?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/7910434077004873906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=7910434077004873906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7910434077004873906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/7910434077004873906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/apple-blossoms.html' title='Apple Blossoms'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGGaKHWk874/Te5hOHY0fqI/AAAAAAAAB8c/JoD3Vw_1X_M/s72-c/IMG_9125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-1605924453860447445</id><published>2011-06-04T09:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:55:59.175-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>"New" Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BoEymYbqNsk/Teoqt39D6HI/AAAAAAAAB8M/nXctYeXxxFA/s1600/IMG_9121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BoEymYbqNsk/Teoqt39D6HI/AAAAAAAAB8M/nXctYeXxxFA/s320/IMG_9121.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Joash like things that make noise. So last night during supper, Wilbert thought Joash might like to play with the empty chip bag. He had a good time with it. It is sort of like how little kids often like the wrapping paper and boxes the best at Christmas. We do not mind the fact that he likes inexpensive toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-1605924453860447445?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/1605924453860447445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=1605924453860447445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1605924453860447445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/1605924453860447445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-toy.html' title='&quot;New&quot; Toy'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BoEymYbqNsk/Teoqt39D6HI/AAAAAAAAB8M/nXctYeXxxFA/s72-c/IMG_9121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-3627402837664600601</id><published>2011-06-03T09:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:55:44.805-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Enjoying Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They keep telling me summer does come to the Island and stick around for a while. But so far, I don't believe it. Yesterday was a beautiful day. Sunny. A nice breeze to keep the bugs away. Temperature in the 20's (that is in the 70's for you in the States. Joash and I sat out side for a bit and went for walk at the beach. Today it is cloudy, looks like it could rain any minute and the current temperature is 12 or 54. So, here are some pictures to help us remember that summer does exist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFwCVfYjc28/TejYgHwmhWI/AAAAAAAAB8E/HneYSmz54-U/s1600/IMG_9113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFwCVfYjc28/TejYgHwmhWI/AAAAAAAAB8E/HneYSmz54-U/s320/IMG_9113.JPG" width="240" /&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/-8SUewOSDVis/TejYn1deV4I/AAAAAAAAB8I/NNUz5L8IJeM/s1600/IMG_9114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SUewOSDVis/TejYn1deV4I/AAAAAAAAB8I/NNUz5L8IJeM/s320/IMG_9114.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-3627402837664600601?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/3627402837664600601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=3627402837664600601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3627402837664600601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/3627402837664600601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/enjoying-outside.html' title='Enjoying Outside'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFwCVfYjc28/TejYgHwmhWI/AAAAAAAAB8E/HneYSmz54-U/s72-c/IMG_9113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-235443096832655902</id><published>2011-06-02T09:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:56:44.015-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>A New Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKH-GHuuzvU/TeeFVnYehYI/AAAAAAAAB74/No1KIJDzDqo/s1600/IMG_9111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKH-GHuuzvU/TeeFVnYehYI/AAAAAAAAB74/No1KIJDzDqo/s320/IMG_9111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before Joash was born, I did a bit of reading on schedules and things like that for a baby. Everywhere I read said the best thing you can do for your baby in&amp;nbsp;regard to a schedule is to be consistent,&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;with the time you put the baby to bed and the time the baby should get up to start his or her day. So, I picked 8 as the time for Joash to start his day. It worked out really nice around church and things like that. From an early age, I would wake Joash up at 8. I would get up at 7 and do my morning things so I would be already to go when Joash got up at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems like Joash has some other ideas. He is now sleeping straight through from 8:30 to 7, but he doesn't make it to 8 any more. I am not complaining because not getting up in the night at all is wonderful. So, I have had to adjust my schedule too. I now understand why my mom got up so early in the morning. Life is so much better when I have had a chance to pull myself together for the day before I need to take care of my baby. Now that mom is getting up a little bit earlier, every one is a little bit happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-235443096832655902?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/235443096832655902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=235443096832655902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/235443096832655902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/235443096832655902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-schedule.html' title='A New Schedule'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKH-GHuuzvU/TeeFVnYehYI/AAAAAAAAB74/No1KIJDzDqo/s72-c/IMG_9111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-5604479618761425964</id><published>2011-06-01T10:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T10:51:16.395-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Seeing a Mind at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bA9u-PmRW9w/TeZDl1z7FEI/AAAAAAAAB70/bEADLt4UpTM/s1600/IMG_9109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bA9u-PmRW9w/TeZDl1z7FEI/AAAAAAAAB70/bEADLt4UpTM/s320/IMG_9109.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"&gt;While watching Joash grow and develop, I almost feel like I can see his mind at work. We are constantly amazed at the little things he learns to do just about each day. We will be interacting with him and then we will all of the sudden realize he couldn’t do what he just did a few days ago. Things like sitting up are big mile stones, but I also like to notice the little ones. Like putting his arms through his sleeves, lifting up his arms when the tray of his high chair comes, splashing in the tub, drinking from his sippy cup, seeing him stare in fascination as he fingers a tag or ribbon on a toy. How amazing that we have been created with such amazing minds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/-98Wrxcji_tE/TeUv_2UkddI/AAAAAAAAB7w/TOBb2UO4NzI/s1600/IMG_9107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-98Wrxcji_tE/TeUv_2UkddI/AAAAAAAAB7w/TOBb2UO4NzI/s320/IMG_9107.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-5604479618761425964?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/5604479618761425964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=5604479618761425964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5604479618761425964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5604479618761425964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/06/seeing-mind-at-work.html' title='Seeing a Mind at Work'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bA9u-PmRW9w/TeZDl1z7FEI/AAAAAAAAB70/bEADLt4UpTM/s72-c/IMG_9109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15880082620425557.post-5517776675356629298</id><published>2011-05-26T10:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T10:31:55.625-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joash'/><title type='text'>Good Boy</title><content type='html'>There are sometimes when and I stop and think about what I am saying to Joash and realize that I could be saying the same things to a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roll over, Joash."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are sitting so well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good boy, Joash. Good boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to notice, but I know it will quickly be changing. I now talk about having more food, opening wide, and trying to wave and do other hand motions. I will take my little boy over a dog any day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15880082620425557-5517776675356629298?l=wdtalen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/feeds/5517776675356629298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15880082620425557&amp;postID=5517776675356629298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5517776675356629298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15880082620425557/posts/default/5517776675356629298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wdtalen.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-boy.html' title='Good Boy'/><author><name>The Talens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584761666440934588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2N1QiZWTj3E/ShCLWhdQCvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/blYKGmq4hI8/S220/IMG_2127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
