<?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-16779398</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:07:54.596-05:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='Captain Scott B'/><category term='news'/><category term='restaurant'/><category term='hair cut'/><category term='beach'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='heritage'/><category term='art'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='museum'/><category term='baltimore'/><category term='Dancing'/><category term='richmond'/><category term='maryland'/><category term='Zoo'/><category term='home'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='terrible two'/><category term='exercising'/><category term='travel'/><category term='massachusetts'/><category term='portrait'/><category term='Easter Egg Hunting'/><category term='Birthday Party'/><category term='Super Bowl'/><category term='family'/><category term='play date'/><category term='toddler'/><category term='Korean'/><category term='DC'/><category term='friends'/><category term='weather'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='new blog'/><category term='children'/><category term='Amelia sayings'/><category term='TV'/><category term='personal'/><category term='photography'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='culture'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='wii'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='note to Amelia'/><category term='pittsburgh'/><category term='book'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='Florida'/><category term='movie'/><category term='playdate'/><category term='playwise kids'/><category term='festival'/><category term='Aquarium'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='park'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Amelia Love (Blogs from 2006 - 2009)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4632917572541906788</id><published>2011-10-20T02:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T02:41:52.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to My Daughter's Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/6263072248/" title="DSC_1856"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6238/6263072248_baea278195.jpg" alt="DSC_1856 by JoyfulBeauty" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/6263072248/"&gt;DSC_1856&lt;/a&gt;, a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/"&gt;JoyfulBeauty&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4632917572541906788?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4632917572541906788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2011/10/ode-to-my-daughter-talent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4632917572541906788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4632917572541906788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2011/10/ode-to-my-daughter-talent.html' title='Ode to My Daughter&amp;#39;s Talent'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6238/6263072248_baea278195_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-8690533434739719924</id><published>2009-11-24T20:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T02:19:29.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We moved..and here is why.</title><content type='html'>This blog originally started out to detail our parenthood of our first daughter Amelia.  We had lots of love for her, hence why we named this site "Amelia Love."  Sure, there was a period of 6 months or so when I completely shirked blogging when bogged down with breastfeeding, working full-time again and not sleeping enough.  But this blog really captured most of our daughter's three wonderful years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in Summer of 2009, we got pregnant again.  Upon finding out that we were having a baby #2, I couldn't fathom just keeping a blog named "Amelia Love."  What would our second baby say to us?  Oh OK, the baby wouldn't have cared but I did.  I was already feeling guilty about the future prospect of facing the unborn second child's lament about his/her name not being included in our family blog.  So I was gearing up to change/move our blog then.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then a bad thing happened.  That baby never came to be.  After 9 weeks or so, we were told that baby stopped growing at 4 weeks.  We were devastated.  I was far so much more depressed than I ever though I'd be.  At that point, I knew I couldn't continue just keeping up our cheery news over here anymore.. I knew we were going to expand our family someday and we might as well keep moving on whether that be metaphorically or physically.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we did.  We physically moved from Maryland, where Amelia was birthed and raised, to Hawaii.  A paradise island of full of uncertainties and promised land.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our joyful, beautiful adventure is now found here &lt;a href="http://joyfulbeauty.squarespace.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-8690533434739719924?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/8690533434739719924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-squared.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8690533434739719924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8690533434739719924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-squared.html' title='We moved..and here is why.'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-3625298708615882933</id><published>2009-11-04T21:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><title type='text'>Getting Squared</title><content type='html'>..Not like the sponge bob square-pants, unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey on blogger has been wonderful.  Many of my very personal thoughts and moments have been recorded since I was pregnant with Amelia in late 2005.  Many were happiest moments, and some were very dark.  I found myself needing a fresh start where I can start recording joyful moments again.  I am going to make a conscious decision to think beautiful, happy thoughts and make sure to record them.  If I have learned anything this year, it is learning to appreciate the NOW.  Little moments, no matter how small, can be beautiful and meaning to me when I look back.  That is how I want my blog to be.  I also want to incorporate more drawings and photos in a separate pages of the blog to keep them all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to move to Squarespace which lets me do all the above a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joyfulbeauty.squarespace.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://joyfulbeauty.squarespace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great journey, blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-3625298708615882933?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/3625298708615882933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-to-squarespace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3625298708615882933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3625298708615882933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-to-squarespace.html' title='Getting Squared'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-8378982057215964945</id><published>2009-10-03T23:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:03:25.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey of three</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-8378982057215964945?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/8378982057215964945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-of-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8378982057215964945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8378982057215964945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-of-three.html' title='A journey of three'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-1040362929736578443</id><published>2009-10-03T23:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:03:25.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A life that I want</title><content type='html'>I can truly say that I am happy these days.  It wasn't a total revelation that came upon me one day.  Slowly but surely, day by day, I could feel myself getting happier.  I could feel it inside me.  This summer, I lost something that can't be replaced.  But I also found things that I never would have otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I found my health.  I lost twenty-five pounds since March and have never felt better.  It is true what they say about healthy bodies leading to healthy minds.  Second, I realized the importance of my family as well as all the personal relationships that I carry on day in and day out.  I decided to let go of many things.  Mainly, I had to curve down my tendency for basing all my actions and decisions around the goal of striving for the future-- in other words, perfectionism.  My ultimate goal of wanting to be the best role model for my daughter, the best example that I can be for myself (and to my Mother to certain extent-- I never wanted to disappoint her) drove me to be a hard-working person that I am, but also a miserable one at that.  Thirdly, my miscarriage, as painful as it was both physically and emotionally let me come out to be a better person.  When I was lying on that operating table, I realized that I wasn't living the life I wanted to live, but only the life I thought I ought to have.  There is no other way to best describe my feelings and thoughts at that moment beyond those words.  All I could feel was that I was always living for the future, preoccupied about what to do next rather than savoring the life that I have now.  What I wanted, beyond any reasonable doubt, was to be happy.  Happy whether with just one child or another.  Completely happy with the family that I have.  AND savoring everyday to enjoy with these two best persons in the world.  What they mean to me, how they shape my day-to-day life, the love they show me... all of that was and is there for me everyday.  It is hard to waste it; this wonderful life of mine that I share with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-1040362929736578443?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/1040362929736578443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-that-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/1040362929736578443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/1040362929736578443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-that-i-want.html' title='A life that I want'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4098475237424322706</id><published>2009-09-30T20:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:03:25.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being mommy-tracked could actually be a good thing</title><content type='html'>I have always considered myself an ambitious person.  When I had Amelia, I was determined to not get "mommy-tracked" and give up my dreams of climbing the corporate ladder.  Within last three and a half years, I have lived up to my words and succeeded quite well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I look back, I was not really happy.  Even after reaching my goals, I didn't let myself revel in the celebrations longer than few days.  I was busy devising other future plans and goals for me to achieve.  To say I was constantly pushing myself was an understatement.  I drove myself nuts at times (as well as others in the process).  All those hard work and driven-ness came with a price, of course.  Although I was proving to be a talented worker bee, I was an uptight perfectionist who forgot to have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate question is, do I want to achieve the corner office status at the expense of becoming an asshole?  Just how bad would it be to put my career in a "mommy-track" or slower pattern so I can achieve that so-called work &amp;amp; life balance?   Me three years ago would have screamed "Hell no, I want that corner office!  I have to keep moving forward, argh!  (aww, snap)  "  But me, myself and I of today is starting to disagree with that attitude.  I work in a much more low-key office than I did last year but yet I am much happier.  I may have very little upward mobility at my current office compared to where I was last year, yet I am much less worried.  Instead, I am beginning to discover and devote efforts to my personal life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4098475237424322706?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4098475237424322706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-mommy-tracked-could-actually-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4098475237424322706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4098475237424322706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-mommy-tracked-could-actually-be.html' title='Being mommy-tracked could actually be a good thing'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6203327192517752311</id><published>2009-09-08T21:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Who's afraid of the big, bad wave?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/3876556552/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/3876556552_faa8aed7bf.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/3876556552/"&gt;whos afraid of the big bad wave?&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not Amelia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture defines my three-year old daughter these days.  She is fun and fearless.  I love this child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6203327192517752311?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6203327192517752311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-afraid-of-big-bad-wave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6203327192517752311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6203327192517752311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-afraid-of-big-bad-wave.html' title='Who&amp;#39;s afraid of the big, bad wave?'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/3876556552_faa8aed7bf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-936206376612188112</id><published>2008-12-10T21:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Why does a man's immigration status have anything to do with this story?</title><content type='html'>Most people probably have heard about tragic F-18 plane crashing down on a house in San Diego.  My heart goes out to the Grandmother (who was visiting her daughter and her new grand daughter), the mother, and the two little girls whose lives have been taken from the accident.  Even more so, I am very sad for the man who is the husband, the father, and the son-in-law.. who lost all four of his family members in such a devastating accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was reading the news online and found this AP article titled "&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28156838/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Immigrant doesn't blame pilot for deadly crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"  He said, "why is this titled 'Immigrant'?  Why couldn't it be titled "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Man doesn't blame pilot for deadly crash&lt;/span&gt;"?  Brian hit the nail on the head.  What does this man's immigration status have anything to do with the story and what happened?  Whether he's an immigrant, citizen, or even a Martian, a man just has lost everything that means to him.. Are we supposed to care any less about what happened to him because he's an immigrant and not a citizen?    Grrrr...Associated Press, you really goofed this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a softer note, I really admire this man for easing the mind of the nameless pilot in the accident by making such a heartfelt statement.  I don't know if I could have done the same had I been in his shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-936206376612188112?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/936206376612188112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-does-mans-immigration-status-have.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/936206376612188112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/936206376612188112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-does-mans-immigration-status-have.html' title='Why does a man&apos;s immigration status have anything to do with this story?'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-2632858120270427204</id><published>2008-12-07T21:54:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>Preview of Christmas</title><content type='html'>We finally got our Christmas tree up this weekend.  Big thanks goes out to Brian for hauling everything out of the garage.  Amelia was excited to see all unique ornaments being pulled out of the box.  98% of them have come from my mother-in-law's house; she's collected a lot of ornaments from Brian's childhood and has sent them over the year we were married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first ornament I bought to commemorate our first Christmas as married couple in 2004:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyPCbyivgI/AAAAAAAACVs/DZ6p2idC5qU/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyPCbyivgI/AAAAAAAACVs/DZ6p2idC5qU/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277250135353638402" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in 2006, two became a three..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyPYDGTwmI/AAAAAAAACV0/8RNwXo7vJco/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyPYDGTwmI/AAAAAAAACV0/8RNwXo7vJco/s400/DSC_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277250506682778210" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Amelia was old enough to hang up some of sentimental ornaments from Daddy's childhood (she's holding ornament from 1990):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyQBzX0OWI/AAAAAAAACV8/Wj5Rib6M5IA/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyQBzX0OWI/AAAAAAAACV8/Wj5Rib6M5IA/s400/DSC_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277251224015747426" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm thankful that my MIL was thoughtful enough to save all these ornaments and give them to us.  It was precious seeing Amelia pull out each ornament with such excitement and her asking "whose is this?"  (of course the answer is "It's Daddy's"). I'd like to make this part of our Christmas tradition every year-- working on the tree together and sharing special meaning of our family ornaments (is that too Hallmark moment?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got Amelia all decked out in her Santa girl dress and took her Christmas portraits in front of the tree (I might just to an e-card for Christmas to save the trees).  I have to say that some frustrated yelling was ensued due to Amelia not wanting to go anywhere near the tree, but I was successful in the end (the trick was to let her hold a small toy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyTzsNamBI/AAAAAAAACWE/u7b5ZdL1vaM/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyTzsNamBI/AAAAAAAACWE/u7b5ZdL1vaM/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255379621419026" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyWM95wTjI/AAAAAAAACWk/1L3R2hkBZV4/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyWM95wTjI/AAAAAAAACWk/1L3R2hkBZV4/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277258012890779186" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a wrap for our Christmas preview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyUyMmJADI/AAAAAAAACWc/eq2-nyqFk9E/s1600-h/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyUyMmJADI/AAAAAAAACWc/eq2-nyqFk9E/s400/DSC_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277256453466947634" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-2632858120270427204?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/2632858120270427204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/12/preview-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2632858120270427204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2632858120270427204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/12/preview-of-christmas.html' title='Preview of Christmas'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/STyPCbyivgI/AAAAAAAACVs/DZ6p2idC5qU/s72-c/DSC_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6048958416134841736</id><published>2008-12-02T20:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.585-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baltimore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>It's very apparent Amelia LOVES the Grinch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/3073115806/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/3073115806_09e365f88a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/3073115806/"&gt;Amelia LOVES the Grinch&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amelia loves the Dr. Seuss books, but somehow I have a feeling she won't appreciate the story of "green Santa" (as she called it) as much as the other ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we visited an indoor Christmas show/venue called "Festival of Trees"; it was courtesy of my sister Grace and her free tickets :) As the name indicates, there were many decorated trees donated by businesses and organizations in Maryland. Some were classic and beautiful and some were very unique, like the one with Grinch stuck on the side of the tree. Other unique one was the Ballerina tree, which had scarriest ballerina face if you have ever seen one (It's in one of the below pics). Amelia enjoyed riding Merry-Go-Rounds and paiting her own star ornament.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="550"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157610663217604&amp;amp;names=Festival of Trees&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157610663217604&amp;amp;names=Festival of Trees&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="550"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6048958416134841736?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6048958416134841736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-very-apparent-amelia-loves-grinch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6048958416134841736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6048958416134841736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-very-apparent-amelia-loves-grinch.html' title='It&amp;#39;s very apparent Amelia LOVES the Grinch'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/3073115806_09e365f88a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-8976074001298622028</id><published>2008-12-02T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:03:25.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Trees</title><content type='html'>&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/16779398-8976074001298622028?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/8976074001298622028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/12/festival-of-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8976074001298622028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8976074001298622028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/12/festival-of-trees.html' title='Festival of Trees'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-8934116246386814740</id><published>2008-11-29T23:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Wind Down</title><content type='html'>There's officially one more day of Thanksgiving weekend left and I'm really sad.  The last three days were just filled with so much laughter, happiness, and genuine appreciation for each other.  I did not even bother to take as many pictures as I normally do because I was enjoying taking all the experiences and just living the moment.  Honestly, I was either too busy eating or having good conversations to remember to take pictures.  On Thanksgiving Day, we were invited to eat dinner with my best friend Jen's family.  Jen's been my best friend since 11 years ago and I have come to known her family pretty well over the years.    Although I feel like a Liliputian in the land of giants every time all her family gathers around (average height for peeps in her household is 5'8" minimum), I am delighted to hang out with them.  They are so cool, genuine and has that wise-crack sense of humor that keeps you on your toes.  Plus, they are always good about feeding the guests :)   It was such a feast and I loved every minute of it.  After the dinner, we rushed over to have dessert with my sister Grace's house so we could hang out with my immediate family for a bit.  Even though I see my family pretty often due to all of them living in town, I couldn't help but appreciate all they do for our little family-- Brian, me and Amelia.  They are always so happy to see us like we have not seen them in years each time.  Although we missed my new brother-in-law Richard's kick-ass meal this year, we still appreciate the left-overs on Black Friday.  On Saturday, we were off to visit my other sister Jieun who could not join us on Thanksgiving Day due too her busy dentistry practices (she's a senior in Dental School).  Although it was a short visit, it was good to see her in her own temporary home turf, Philadelphia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157610414799647&amp;amp;names=Thanksgiving Weekend 2008&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157610414799647&amp;amp;names=Thanksgiving Weekend 2008&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-8934116246386814740?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/8934116246386814740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-wind-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8934116246386814740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8934116246386814740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-wind-down.html' title='Thanksgiving Wind Down'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-7256901811902252518</id><published>2008-11-26T21:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to Amelia'/><title type='text'>Being thankful for a kind heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SS3_dwZJMoI/AAAAAAAACUk/z8zbLxBLGCY/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SS3_dwZJMoI/AAAAAAAACUk/z8zbLxBLGCY/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273151625392370306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From what I have seen, it has become a tradition for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; everywhere to share what they are thankful for during Thanksgiving week.  I am no exception.  I am thankful for so many things I might be writing all night if I try to.  So this year, I thought I'd focus on one thing that I know I have to be thankful for:  my child's kind heart.   Tonight I had a conversation with my two-year old daughter that put my frugal heart to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening started us with us taking Amelia to her weekly gym class where she gets to play with bunch of kids her age for 45 minutes (lots of trampoline, running around, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moon bouncing&lt;/span&gt;).  Inside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;moon bounce&lt;/span&gt;, there is a little ladder one has to climb to get to the top of the slide to come down.  Since the beginning of her class, she has loved this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;moon bounce&lt;/span&gt;.  She would go up and down the slide more than dozen times.  Recently however, we have noticed that she always lets everyone else get in front of her in the slide line.  And I'm not talking just couple of kids, she was letting literally anyone who was behind her go first.  We were encouraging her to go up the slide, letting her know that it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; her turn and she can have fun with slide too-- but as soon as another kid came up behind her, she would climb back down (even though she was already half way up) so s/he would be able to go up the slide ladder. In the meantime, she would just bounce up and down and having a jolly old time all on her own, exclaiming "I'm waiting for other kids!  I'm just bouncing!".  This bothered both of us more than we thought-- we really wanted her to take her turn (and secretly hope that pushes her way through the slide if she had to).  In the end she did get to go down the slide just one time, but only because no one else was around her.  It was almost a little maddening.  We certainly did not want our child to ever be a bully, but we wanted her to be assertive and know what is fair is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving back home, I started lecturing at her.  The conversation went like this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Amelia, you love that slide.  Why didn't you go down the slide?  Why didn't you take your turn?  Mommy and Daddy told you it's OK to do it.  You don't have to wait all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia:  Mommy, I have to wait my turn.  Other kids want (to ride) slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Why?  It was your turn to have fun.  Other kids do not wait for you like that.  Amelia, you are way too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia:  Mommy, I want to be very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (...feeling a little taken back) Well, you can be nice, but you have to be assertive too.  Just say "It's my turn" and go.  Don't care so much about other kids.  They do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia:  No, Mommy, I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (getting a little peeved and raising my voice) You shouldn't care so much (OK, foot in the mouth-- it was a heat of the moment thing.  I cannot believe I said this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amelia:  (raising her voice too) Mommy, I CARE.  I want to be nice.  I am happy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just froze right there.  What was I saying to this child? I was scorning my child for being "nice:-- what the heck.  Why couldn't I see that I have such a kind-hearted, thoughtful child here?  Why couldn't I be thankful that she was that considerate of others' needs at such an young age.  She was right; she has right to be nice; and it is great that she cares about others.  And the best part is that she IS happy.  She was letting others go in front of her because that was what she wanted-- she would rather bounce than do the slide.  She was clearly asserting her preference that she wanted to do that and "wait for other kids."  I was blinded by my own preference of how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; wanted things to happen.  My daughter grew up right before my eyes, and she was already more mature than me.  I have to leave Amelia a little note to sum up what I learned from her tonight.  Maybe she will be reading this in the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amelia, if there's one thing for me to be thankful for this Thansgiving, is that I am so thankful for your kind heart and you being you.  You are such a loving child and so gracious.  You give "Terrible Twos" a bad name due to how wonderful you can be.  I can only hope you can continue to open my eyes like you did tonight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-7256901811902252518?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/7256901811902252518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-thankful-for-kind-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7256901811902252518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7256901811902252518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-thankful-for-kind-heart.html' title='Being thankful for a kind heart'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SS3_dwZJMoI/AAAAAAAACUk/z8zbLxBLGCY/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4128744353020481018</id><published>2008-11-23T19:01:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.728-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aquarium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Big Fish Little Fish and Big Mammal</title><content type='html'>We visited the aquarium on Saturday and got one-year family membership.  We have been there at least four times already, but we still get so much enjoyment out of it because Amelia is a little older each time and appreciates it just that much more each visit. The yearly membership will come in handy during this very cold winter when indoor entertainment would be crucial if we are to avoid any cabin fever drama with an almost three-year old.  Amelia was vibrant and exclaiming "Whoa!  Look at that one, it has stripes and pretty colors.  It's shiny!"  It was first time she was able to describe the fish with that much detail.  It made us feel so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the aquarium, I only had the 50mm f1.8 lens which does not auto focus on my Nikon D40, but pictures still turn out decent-- it just took a lot more effort to make sure everything was in focus.  I ended up taking a blurry picture almost every other shot.  But boy did it feel good when I got a half-decently focused one!  If auto focusing feature is like riding a bicycle with training wheels on, manual focus is like riding it without training wheels and one hand off the handle bar.  It required some skills that I didn't quite master yet, but I think I learned a lot playing around with it.  The best thing about this lens is that it is superior for portraits.  It portrays skin tone quite gracefully and blurs out the background significantly.  I was not so sure if it will be good for "fish" or mammal (dolphin) portraits too, but it turns out it does quite decent job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SSn8WgcLlmI/AAAAAAAACUM/I0n90hXZZ1s/s1600-h/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SSn8WgcLlmI/AAAAAAAACUM/I0n90hXZZ1s/s400/DSC_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272022302409332322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is an example of why it is great for human portrait:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SSn_FdP2uDI/AAAAAAAACUc/UuQ_ZSZkwHQ/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SSn_FdP2uDI/AAAAAAAACUc/UuQ_ZSZkwHQ/s400/DSC_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272025308029433906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157609829263905&amp;amp;names=Big Fish, Little Fish - Maryland Aquarium Nov 2008&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157609829263905&amp;amp;names=Big Fish, Little Fish - Maryland Aquarium Nov 2008&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="460" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4128744353020481018?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4128744353020481018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-fish-little-fish-and-big-mammal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4128744353020481018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4128744353020481018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-fish-little-fish-and-big-mammal.html' title='Big Fish Little Fish and Big Mammal'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SSn8WgcLlmI/AAAAAAAACUM/I0n90hXZZ1s/s72-c/DSC_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6838563913503351704</id><published>2008-11-22T20:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Dora and Diego:  My virtual babysitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SSi2f4N2mrI/AAAAAAAACUE/HO-quJGLzms/s1600-h/dora+and+diego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271664022619855538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SSi2f4N2mrI/AAAAAAAACUE/HO-quJGLzms/s400/dora+and+diego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time when I promised myself that I will not let TV babysit my child. Well, a long time has passed since then and I have to say I went totally 180 on my original promise. I totally take advantage of letting Dora and Diego "babysit" Amelia. At first I felt so guilty-- but now I have come to terms with it and it's time to recognize the awsomeness of Dora and Diego. Although the shows themselves used to be annoying to me (how Dora over-enunciates and repetitive their songs are), they are thte only shows that will captivate Amelia enough to sit completely still for 30 minutes. That's 30 minutes of freedom in which I can:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;read newspaper, magazine, or a book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get on the computer and do whatever (blog, facebook, upload photos on flickr)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(although rarely) attempt to cook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do yoga for beginners&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;engage in an adult conversation with my husband&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;After 30 minutes, I feel completely rejuvenated and satisfied from having to have some "me time" and Amelia is happy as a clam that she got to watch her favorite show. It's a true win-win situation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6838563913503351704?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6838563913503351704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/dora-and-diego-my-virtual-babysitters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6838563913503351704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6838563913503351704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/dora-and-diego-my-virtual-babysitters.html' title='Dora and Diego:  My virtual babysitters'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SSi2f4N2mrI/AAAAAAAACUE/HO-quJGLzms/s72-c/dora+and+diego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-701086049723932280</id><published>2008-11-15T21:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Our next moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SR-CWmTDAWI/AAAAAAAACTc/QbwMKrz1L_Q/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SR-CWmTDAWI/AAAAAAAACTc/QbwMKrz1L_Q/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269073413795938658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took the above photo this afternoon.  It is one of my favorite to date.  I think it's because it sort of describes how I feel about this whole credit fraud/identity theft situation.  Life is indeed like a game of chess.  Sometimes an unexpected move from the opponent will throw you off the curb.  I'm feeling much better than I did on Thursday night after talking to some people and reading up about this.  I now realize that this credit fraud/identity theft thing is so much more common than I thought-- which is makes me a bit sick.  I don't think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it should be as common&lt;/span&gt; as it is now.   We did the following things since Thursday to deal with the situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contacted the fraud investigation team at our bank. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Filed an online complaint to Federal Trade Commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Filed a police report with our local police department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asked for credit reports from all three credit bureaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Signed up for credit monitoring service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I think we did the best we can.  I want our money protected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-701086049723932280?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/701086049723932280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-next-moves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/701086049723932280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/701086049723932280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-next-moves.html' title='Our next moves'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SR-CWmTDAWI/AAAAAAAACTc/QbwMKrz1L_Q/s72-c/DSC_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6358288807780408559</id><published>2008-11-13T20:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.870-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Super Scary Experience</title><content type='html'>My heart is beating so fast as I type this post.. We were putting Amelia to bed and Brian got a call on his cell phone. It was our bank calling us to say that there has been a security alert on one of our ATM cards. We were immediately alarmed and checked both of our wallets-- both our ATM cards were intact. I had checked our checking account online last around 3pm today so I knew what the balance was then. We logged on and I could immediately tell the balance was at least $900 below what it was at 3pm this afternoon. This is the detail we found that made both of our jaws drop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 13, 2008 200 RIDGE PIKE SUIT ($160.46)&lt;br /&gt;Nov 13, 2008 GIANT FOOD #481 ($103.74)&lt;br /&gt;Nov 13, 2008 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WAWA&lt;/span&gt; 67 ($133.41)&lt;br /&gt;Nov 13, 2008 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WAWA&lt;/span&gt; 253 ($529.75)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some asshole spent grand total of $925 using our ATM charge card number. This nut job spent $600+ in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WAWA&lt;/span&gt;!!!! What the hell did he/she buy at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WaWa&lt;/span&gt;? 9000 stale ho hos and fill up his beat up car 10 times? Did he/she buy cigarettes in bulk? I hope he/she dies with lung cancer and suffer horribly. We don't even have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WaWa&lt;/span&gt; in Maryland. The bank rep also told us that all charges were made in Pennsylvania. I really hate Pennsylvania right now. The only positive thing is that our bank recognizes that this is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fraudulent&lt;/span&gt; charge and they will re-instate the money within 5-7 business days. They will also have their credit fraud team investigate to prosecute this guy/chick. They will also cancel the ATM card altogether. Something like this has never ever happened to us and we are really scared. Just the fact that our cards weren't physically stolen and some creep got our ATM number somehow is mind-boggling-- how the heck did this happen? Did someone hack into our account via Internet? Are our identities safe? I don't think I will be sleeping well tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6358288807780408559?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6358288807780408559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-scary-experience.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6358288807780408559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6358288807780408559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-scary-experience.html' title='Super Scary Experience'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4408490156417970899</id><published>2008-11-13T19:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.870-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heritage'/><title type='text'>A-ya vs. Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/3022517821/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3015/3022517821_ac9ef951d1.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/3022517821/"&gt;DSC_0018&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amelia spends much of her day with my Mom, who is diligent about teaching her Korean (thank you thank you thank you, Mom!).   She has become a very good bilingual.  She talks to my Mom in Korean most times and talks to us in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In turn, Brian, the only monolingual speaker of the household, tries to pick up as much Korean as he can from Amelia and me.  One of those words that he picked up is "A-ya," which just means "Ouch" in Korean.  It's not even a real word; it's more of an expression.  Despite that, it's become Brian's favorite Korean word to date.  Whenever he's horsing around with Amelia and she accidently hurts him (this happens pretty frequently), he always says&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A-ya!  Amelia!  You A-ya'ed Daddy! A-ya, A-ya!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, we have successfully turned my native English speaking husband to speak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Konglish&lt;/span&gt; (concoction of Korean + English).   Will my husband ever return to saying "Ouch" instead of "A-ya"?  No one will ever know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4408490156417970899?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4408490156417970899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/ya-vs-ouch.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4408490156417970899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4408490156417970899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/ya-vs-ouch.html' title='A-ya vs. Ouch'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3015/3022517821_ac9ef951d1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6106090003541492917</id><published>2008-11-10T21:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Son of Rambow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRjrGUHgMyI/AAAAAAAACSM/NeVOF52R9Bo/s1600-h/son-of-rambow-a-home-movie-poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRjrGUHgMyI/AAAAAAAACSM/NeVOF52R9Bo/s400/son-of-rambow-a-home-movie-poster-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267218257921717026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian and I watched this movie the other night and it was so surprisingly good.  As always, Brian was doubtful of my indy movie selection, but I had a feeling this one was going to be a delight (I do admit some independent movies are hit or miss though).  The story is of a British boy named Will who is brought up in an overly strict religious household (no TVs, radios-- almost like semi-Amish style).  His less than fun life leads him to imagine the wildest things and he draws them out on his bible, aka his sketchbook.  He ends up meeting a bully during a detention.  Will was let out of class because his religion would not let him sit in the class and watch TV, and the bully kid was  just kicked out for being bad.  Turns out this bully is a loner like Will too and he spends his days paying homage to Rambo series by making his own home movies to mimic his favorite movie hero.   The bully tricks Will into becoming a stunt man for his movie.  Will gets really into it after watching an illegal copy of Rambo (he pronounces it "Rambow").  The boys' silly adventures, exaggerated stunts and their story line and is just laugh out loud funny.  Of course, the boys become best friends, which is expected but still very moving.  Even though movie pays tribute to Rambo, it's really more of a tribute to the 80s pop culture in general-- the clothes, the attitude, the fashionable French boy student who woes everyone.  The movie had so many little charming, quirky and sometimes awkward moments-- but in the end it just makes you feel so good.  I was so moved the last 30 minutes of the movie.  It was so fortunate for these two boys to have become friends and also reminded everyone of importance of family.  All done in a non-preachy, quirky, heartwarming way with 80s tunes thumping in the background.  This movie was so charming in its details than its storyline itself.  It kind of reminded me of Juno in that sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6106090003541492917?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6106090003541492917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/son-of-rambow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6106090003541492917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6106090003541492917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/son-of-rambow.html' title='Son of Rambow'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRjrGUHgMyI/AAAAAAAACSM/NeVOF52R9Bo/s72-c/son-of-rambow-a-home-movie-poster-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-3750860262148408317</id><published>2008-11-09T23:36:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:41.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>Sunday afternoon bliss:  Lake Waterford Park</title><content type='html'>We had a very short two hour window between all the errands and an early family dinner, so we headed off to Lake Waterford Park in Pasadena to take advantage of the beautiful daylight. Amelia was at that park when she was just 9 months old and haven't been back since.  This was how young she was when we first went there, she couldn't even walk yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe7EZ-zOdI/AAAAAAAACRc/-uJCgwIdc1M/s1600-h/DSCF3896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe7EZ-zOdI/AAAAAAAACRc/-uJCgwIdc1M/s400/DSCF3896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266883973601245650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now she is a fully grown child, running around the whole playground gobbling down her Girls Scouts cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe7_p2PgII/AAAAAAAACRk/g2i3o32HxL8/s1600-h/DSC_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe7_p2PgII/AAAAAAAACRk/g2i3o32HxL8/s400/DSC_0543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266884991472599170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is such a cookie monster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe-q4R0UnI/AAAAAAAACSE/tar33iB5jzk/s1600-h/DSC_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe-q4R0UnI/AAAAAAAACSE/tar33iB5jzk/s400/DSC_0554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266887933103985266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe8V-SSWNI/AAAAAAAACRs/r7MQZHO8AH8/s1600-h/DSC_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe8V-SSWNI/AAAAAAAACRs/r7MQZHO8AH8/s400/DSC_0547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266885374916057298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has grown up to be such a delight child to spend a day with-- she is just so engaging, lively, sweet, and so...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;.  I just love simple, yet blissful day like this where we re-discover how much we enjoy each other's company.   It was an absolutely perfect Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe9JUVveSI/AAAAAAAACR8/AT7TuqPy8xk/s1600-h/DSC_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe9JUVveSI/AAAAAAAACR8/AT7TuqPy8xk/s400/DSC_0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266886257009457442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe9JP4ZWhI/AAAAAAAACR0/Del_AHn4Wg8/s1600-h/DSC_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe9JP4ZWhI/AAAAAAAACR0/Del_AHn4Wg8/s400/DSC_0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266886255812631058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-3750860262148408317?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/3750860262148408317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-afternoon-bliss-lake-waterford.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3750860262148408317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3750860262148408317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-afternoon-bliss-lake-waterford.html' title='Sunday afternoon bliss:  Lake Waterford Park'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SRe7EZ-zOdI/AAAAAAAACRc/-uJCgwIdc1M/s72-c/DSCF3896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6872192173588783</id><published>2008-11-03T20:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>I've made up my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQ-josmCfWI/AAAAAAAACRU/sdoZH6r6b78/s1600-h/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQ-josmCfWI/AAAAAAAACRU/sdoZH6r6b78/s400/DSC_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264606408980200802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being such a decisive person, it took me a while to make up my mind on who I was going to vote for tomorrow.  I no longer consider myself a Democrat, but an Independent.  I did not just want to vote someone based on race or the hype.  I did not want to vote for someone just because they felt safe and familiar either.  In the end, I finally made up my mind.  While I was looking through my pictures from Friday night, I came across the above picture.  Brian actually took it, and it struck a chord with me.  I want something that will be the new future for my daughter's generation, and I realized how lucky I am to be even in this position-- to be able to contemplate and make a decision for the future.  I made up my mind now.  I will be going in there to vote despite how sick I am with a cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6872192173588783?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6872192173588783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-made-up-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6872192173588783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6872192173588783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-made-up-my-mind.html' title='I&apos;ve made up my mind'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQ-josmCfWI/AAAAAAAACRU/sdoZH6r6b78/s72-c/DSC_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-7986184170578825801</id><published>2008-11-01T13:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baltimore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Halloween: Disney Princess On Ice Show</title><content type='html'>On Halloween, we took Amelia to the Disney Princess On Ice show for the first time.  Amelia was donned as a little mermaid and attended pre-princess show where all the beautiful Disney princess dresses were in display.  She loved all of them except Snow White's display because the talking mirror scared her.  It's a bit ironic considering she was dressed up as Snow White at the Zoo Boo just last week.  The show was magnificient-- we were able to see world-class ice skating performance as well as their beautiful costume and set changes.  Amelia was enjoying pretty much all of it except when Ursula came out during Little Mermaid and Skull got Mufasa killed during Lion Kind performance ; they could have done without that story line-- there were many little girls and boys crying during those parts too.    After the intermission, the highlight was all Tinkerbell.  It was based on the new DVD movie that just came out.  Amelia forgot all about scary moments and enjoyed their magical performance.  The choreography was ingenious, they were literally flying and also dancing on ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157608567678395&amp;amp;names=Disney On Ice  Show - Oct 31 2008&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157608567678395&amp;amp;names=Disney On Ice  Show - Oct 31 2008&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-7986184170578825801?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/7986184170578825801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-disney-princess-on-ice-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7986184170578825801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7986184170578825801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-disney-princess-on-ice-show.html' title='Halloween: Disney Princess On Ice Show'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6998307056338558681</id><published>2008-10-28T20:35:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>The Best of In-laws Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQe03HVBw8I/AAAAAAAACQc/dv_tRRmZxvI/s400/DSC_0300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262373548558762946" border="0"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian's family visited over the weekend and we were able to pack in many activities.  On Saturday, we went out to Inner Harbor and Columbia Mall.  Our day was cut short due to nasty weather, but had fun playing Wii at home.  Amelia and Gabriel were lovely together-- just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; running around entertaining each other the whole time.  On Sunday, we headed out to the Maryland Zoo to attend Zoo Boo, a pre-Halloween trick or treating event.  Amelia dressed up as Snow White and our nephew Gabriel was a firefighter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelia asks, "Glass, glass in the zoo, who is the cutest Snow White of the Day?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQew7kAquwI/AAAAAAAACQU/E920RX9C_fk/s400/DSC_0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262369226930961154" border="0"&gt;Amelia the Snow White and Gabriel the Firefighter takes a walk (not the romantic kind!  They are COUSINS!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQew7LqOIQI/AAAAAAAACQM/wYCEq0qqJbw/s1600-h/DSC_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQew7LqOIQI/AAAAAAAACQM/wYCEq0qqJbw/s400/DSC_0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262369220394361090" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Florida Mom and Dad looking lovely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQew6jzPJfI/AAAAAAAACQE/3wbzSOpw4ss/s1600-h/DSC_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQew6jzPJfI/AAAAAAAACQE/3wbzSOpw4ss/s400/DSC_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262369209694758386" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gramma was happy to hold two children at once despite how much her arms are getting tired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQew5hYGvMI/AAAAAAAACP8/LlvFU5OyfWE/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262369191864220866" border="0"&gt;Amelia was so happy to see her Gramma!  See you again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQew4stpveI/AAAAAAAACP0/K7aC5Jykm5U/s1600-h/DSC_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQew4stpveI/AAAAAAAACP0/K7aC5Jykm5U/s400/DSC_0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262369177727516130" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more family fun moments, click on the picture below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157608464314605&amp;amp;names=In-Laws Visit&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157608464314605&amp;amp;names=In-Laws Visit&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6998307056338558681?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6998307056338558681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-of-in-laws-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6998307056338558681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6998307056338558681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-of-in-laws-visit.html' title='The Best of In-laws Visit'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SQe03HVBw8I/AAAAAAAACQc/dv_tRRmZxvI/s72-c/DSC_0300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6119983687498877855</id><published>2008-10-06T19:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to Amelia'/><title type='text'>My Water Lilly Nymph (Korean dream interpretation)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SOqjECP-PZI/AAAAAAAABlI/cv6lbtISbG8/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SOqjECP-PZI/AAAAAAAABlI/cv6lbtISbG8/s400/DSC_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254191204999773586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Koreans believe that a particular dream while being pregnant tells a lot about a child to be born.  I never believed in any of that stuff until I became pregnant with Amelia and dreamt a particular dream.  I dreamed that I was walking through a very misty water side.  As I got near the water, the mist began to lift and I saw beautiful water lillies everywhere.  It was a purple water lilly with great white big leaves.  The leaves themselves were so beautiful, they looked like huge white flowers surrounding purple lillies.  I pulled one leaf out of the water and it turned bright green.  When I put it back it the water, it turned back to white.  While taking these dreamy pictures of Amelia while she was bathing, I thought of that dream..  how fitting she is of that dream-- since then, I became a believer that these dreams, called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taemong &lt;/span&gt;truly is somewhat indicative of what kind of child you will have.  She is my water lily nymph that the dream indicated that I will have.  The more practical nature of these taemongs are to see if you will have boy or a girl.  For instance, they say mothers having a girl will often dream about following subjects such as flowers, snakes, jewerly, or anything flashy and glorious (?).  Boy dreams are often indicated by aggressive animals (tigers, lions, big fish), or big masculine tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SOqjEkVCJHI/AAAAAAAABlQ/AwJ2yPDjD9M/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SOqjEkVCJHI/AAAAAAAABlQ/AwJ2yPDjD9M/s400/DSC_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254191214147806322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a clear shot without all the manual exposure of the caamera.  Say cheese~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SOqjE5XVC3I/AAAAAAAABlY/4ibRCW-flSY/s1600-h/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SOqjE5XVC3I/AAAAAAAABlY/4ibRCW-flSY/s400/DSC_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254191219794578290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6119983687498877855?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6119983687498877855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-water-lilly-nymph-korean-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6119983687498877855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6119983687498877855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-water-lilly-nymph-korean-dream.html' title='My Water Lilly Nymph (Korean dream interpretation)'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SOqjECP-PZI/AAAAAAAABlI/cv6lbtISbG8/s72-c/DSC_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-8475384211344467516</id><published>2008-09-29T19:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>*Eek* OK, I'm officially freaking out due to the economy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SOFebIe_BcI/AAAAAAAABk4/YGAIvJlOiXw/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251582460717630914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SOFebIe_BcI/AAAAAAAABk4/YGAIvJlOiXw/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Dow plummet after the failed bailout made me think of this popular song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can you to? Yeah Yeah Get down to the ground Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, maybe nobody's ever heard of the song but me but it really captures the whole catastrophic event that took place in U.S. today. Our stocks went down -777 points. Is this a joke? We went down negative of three most lucky numbers. I'm officially freaking out and wondering how this will impact my decision on following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I going to afford to bring another child into this world? (ANSWER: Hell no! When stocks are up +777 points, I shall think about it-- yes, I'm superstitious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I going to work till I die (ANSWER: Probably, but mostly by choice. I will be that 80 year old lady in the office who wouldn't know how to check too advanced form of e-mail)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I stuck to live in Brooklyn because no one will ever have money to buy my house forever? Ach!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I never going to have to keep shopping in Walmart? (ANSWER: To me, this was the most depressing thing. I noticed that we spend a lot less money when we shop in Walmart vs. when we shop in Target-- most likely because I just want to get the hell outta there because I don't want to spend another minute in that place. But my Gosh it was cheap to shop there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-8475384211344467516?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/8475384211344467516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/09/eek-ok-im-officially-freaking-out-due.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8475384211344467516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8475384211344467516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/09/eek-ok-im-officially-freaking-out-due.html' title='*Eek* OK, I&apos;m officially freaking out due to the economy'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SOFebIe_BcI/AAAAAAAABk4/YGAIvJlOiXw/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-5804490230988250757</id><published>2008-09-24T20:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Little coughs, Big laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2793310456/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2793310456_c3f8bc19a2.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2793310456/"&gt;Doing a little dance, sharing a little love&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night, Amelia started getting a little sick again.  She developed really nasty cold and was starting to get a fever.  I rushed to Food Lion in record speed to stock up on following items:&lt;br /&gt;lots of strawberries, 5 huge oranges, 1 gal OJ, Pedia Care cough &amp;amp; sneeze medicine, yogurt drinks, regular yogurts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just about bought everything I could in five minutes and drove straight back at home.  As soon as I came home, she gobbled up some strawberries and yogurt, which Mom told me that's what she's been craving all day.  I don't know it's because I fed her what she wanted to eat, but this morning Amelia was a lot better.  She was all laughs and just small coughs here and there.  The fever was gone.  We have successfully prevented cold from taking over Amelia's happy spirit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-5804490230988250757?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/5804490230988250757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-coughs-big-laughs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5804490230988250757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5804490230988250757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-coughs-big-laughs.html' title='Little coughs, Big laughs'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2793310456_c3f8bc19a2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-533539433261355925</id><published>2008-09-21T15:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Where's my pig -- pottery painting.</title><content type='html'>We were originally supposed to host Kevin, Rachel and Gabriel for the weekend since they were attending a friend's wedding in Columbia-- only 15 minutes away from our house.  It turns out Rachel already promised to drop off Gabriel at her mother's house, so what they did was spend the weekend by themselves as a romantic couple in Baltimore Inner Harbor area (lucky them).  We were little disappointed to not see Gabriel and Amelia play together but we understand them having a need to do a romantic weekend getaway by themselves.  That inspires us to plan something in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up having a fairly relaxing weekend doing little things here and there and even managing to take care of some house projects.  On Saturday, Brian went to University of Maryland's Football game with his friend Tom and I ended up taking Amelia to a pottery painting class.  I've been meaning to take her for a while so I was pretty excited.  Amelia is very artsy and loves to do anything crafty-- I think she really takes after me.  She was very excited to paint her own piggy bank although she was pretty upset when we had to leave it for the store to finish it/glaze it for us.  Amelia kept asking "where's my pig?" the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SNah6hEkvvI/AAAAAAAABkY/Lp6DB3i3EJQ/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SNah6hEkvvI/AAAAAAAABkY/Lp6DB3i3EJQ/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248560442428931826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SNah7K7MeaI/AAAAAAAABkg/LKyl2VLh6pw/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SNah7K7MeaI/AAAAAAAABkg/LKyl2VLh6pw/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248560453663881634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SNah7rUZvaI/AAAAAAAABko/gZXRJUiwv8E/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SNah7rUZvaI/AAAAAAAABko/gZXRJUiwv8E/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248560462359543202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we went out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; and purchased a self/closet unit to hide all my arts and crafts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knick&lt;/span&gt; knack from my college days.   Whoever said that artists have a lot of junk could not been more observant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-533539433261355925?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/533539433261355925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/09/wheres-my-pig-pottery-painting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/533539433261355925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/533539433261355925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/09/wheres-my-pig-pottery-painting.html' title='Where&apos;s my pig -- pottery painting.'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SNah6hEkvvI/AAAAAAAABkY/Lp6DB3i3EJQ/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-1195022586152926195</id><published>2008-09-16T17:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Health is the most important thing</title><content type='html'>Since August, I have not been feeling too well.  I'm constantly battling unexplained daily fatigue, dizziness, unexplained water weight gain that fluctuates, and headaches.  Tomorrow, I'm finally seeing a specialist to hopefully find some answers to why I am feeling like this for the past month or so.  I'm tired of being tired all the time.  I just need some answers.  I need to keep my energy for myself and my family.  I now realize why everyone says that health is the most important thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-1195022586152926195?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/1195022586152926195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/09/health-is-most-important-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/1195022586152926195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/1195022586152926195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/09/health-is-most-important-thing.html' title='Health is the most important thing'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-2322439493942620164</id><published>2008-09-16T16:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playdate'/><title type='text'>Best portrait taken at Andrew's birthday party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2858119522/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/2858119522_dab91fd4ea.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2858119522/"&gt;DSC_0017&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took  the best portrait of Amelia to date at my friend Binnie's son's 1st Birthday party. Out of all places, we were in the powder room.. the lighting was just right and Amelia was in fantastic mood (she was excited for the party and also the fact that she peed).  I just got the most perfect expression of her.  I'm so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pictures below are from the party itself, Andrew and his sister Natalie were gracious hosts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157607292049278&amp;amp;names=Andrew's 1st Birthday Party&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157607292049278&amp;amp;names=Andrew's 1st Birthday Party&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-2322439493942620164?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/2322439493942620164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-portrait-taken-at-andrew-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2322439493942620164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2322439493942620164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-portrait-taken-at-andrew-birthday.html' title='Best portrait taken at Andrew&amp;#39;s birthday party.'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3177/2858119522_dab91fd4ea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-3333613633399906555</id><published>2008-09-08T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playdate'/><title type='text'>Rainy Day Playdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2835232612/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2835232612_0f84c10007.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2835232612/"&gt;Rainy Day Playdate&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Originally, we were planning to go out to a baseball game with our friends Binnie and Marcus; however, TS Hanna made sure we stayed indoors by blessing us with rain and wind all day.  So instead, we invited them over to eat some spaghetti and meatball dinner, play some wii, and just have a good time.  Amelia was so psyched to have both Natalie and her brother Andrew visit.  The girls were a riot when they were playing Wii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157607154149655&amp;amp;names=Rainy Day Playdate&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=81"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157607154149655&amp;amp;names=Rainy Day Playdate&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=81" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-3333613633399906555?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/3333613633399906555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainy-day-playdate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3333613633399906555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3333613633399906555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/09/rainy-day-playdate.html' title='Rainy Day Playdate'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2835232612_0f84c10007_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6266830304838927920</id><published>2008-08-24T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Procrastinating sucks but gaining "me" time was worth it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2791894633/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/2791894633_9889297161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2791894633/"&gt;DSC_0005&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I have a five-page rough draft paper due on Tuesday for a class I'm taking. Since I always wait till the last minute typing away on Monday night for any assignment, I decided today that I was going to reserve some quiet hours to myself to do this paper writing. Anyone with a toddler knows that having quieet hours is next to impossible, so I sent off Brian and Amelia to go check out Maryland State Fair with my sister and her fiance. I also told them that they are not to come back until at least 5-6 PM so I can have at least 5 hours to write this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been doing anything but writing this stupid paper. I sat for 30 minutes to an hour fidgeting only to start blogging, reading e-mails, fixing something to eat, then did 4 loads of laundry, 45 minutes of Wii Fit, watching an old episode of Iron Chef.. just about anything that had noting to do with paper writing - I accomplished. I'm just majorly procrastinating and I am feel pooped; I'm making the same face as Amelia is making in this photo - only not as cute/adorable. Brian is not going to be happy about the fact that I didn't use my time so wisely while he was out entertaining Amelia. I hope he doesn't read this post.  But somehow, I feel very relaxed, well rested and recharged.  While I might not have accomplished what I set out to do, I gained something else in the process - I had a blissful "me only" time!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6266830304838927920?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6266830304838927920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/procrastinating-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6266830304838927920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6266830304838927920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/procrastinating-sucks.html' title='Procrastinating sucks but gaining &quot;me&quot; time was worth it'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/2791894633_9889297161_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-2896229498242193734</id><published>2008-08-20T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I did it! I mowed for the first time ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2782056073/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/2782056073_4f68092960.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2782056073/"&gt;DSC_0169&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our lawn had been looking disastrous for a while due to Brian not being able to mowe it due to his foot injury. I got my "I'm a woman! Hear me roar" pants on and I helped him out by mowing yesterday evening...and boy, it was one of the hardest physical activity I have done recently. It didn't help that our entire lawn is on a slight slope either. Another thing that freaked me out as I was mowing was the fact that there were so many crickets jumping out of the grass as I was mowing (my "I'm a woman, hear me roar" attitude was drowned out by my squirming of "eeeks!" and "yikes"). I despise bugs of any kind but especially crickets. In the end, our lawn looks beautiful and Brian certainly did not let his wife do all the work. He was trimming the edges to make my semi-crooked mowing job flawless. This morning, my palms ache from having to hold on to the mower for over an hour. I have a renewed respect for all the lawn work that Brian has been doing without a complaint for so long. I have never mowed and never thought that I would want to do it, but in the end, I did it and I'm proud of myself.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-2896229498242193734?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/2896229498242193734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-did-it-i-mowed-for-first-time-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2896229498242193734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2896229498242193734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-did-it-i-mowed-for-first-time-ever.html' title='I did it! I mowed for the first time ever'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/2782056073_4f68092960_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-5322717898178428805</id><published>2008-08-20T19:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:03:25.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I love my husband - I mowed</title><content type='html'>Our lawn had been looking disastrous for a while due to Brian not being able to mowe it.  I got my "I'm a woman!  Hear me roar" pants on and I helped him out by mowing yesterday evening...and boy, it was one of the hardest physical activity I have done recently.  It didn't help that our entire lawn is on a slight slope either.  Another thing that freaked me out as I was mowing was the fact that there were so many crickets jumping out of the grass as I was mowing.  I despise bugs of any kind but especially crickets.  In the end, our lawn looks beautiful and Brian certainly did not let his wife do all the work.  He was trimming the edges to make my semi-crooked mowing job flawless.  This morning, my palms ache from having to hold on to the mower for over an hour.  I have a renewed respect for all the lawn work that Brian has been doing without a complaint for so long.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-5322717898178428805?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/5322717898178428805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-my-husband-i-mowed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5322717898178428805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5322717898178428805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-my-husband-i-mowed.html' title='I love my husband - I mowed'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-2867089883082493817</id><published>2008-08-20T19:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.381-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Zooing in August</title><content type='html'>These are pictures from us visiting the Maryland Zoo on Saturday. The weather was surprisingly pleasant for August. We were only able to visit the Children's Zoo since Brian's foot was still kind of sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157606796346041&amp;amp;names=Zoo in August 2008&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157606796346041&amp;amp;names=Zoo in August 2008&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-2867089883082493817?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/2867089883082493817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/zooing-in-august.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2867089883082493817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2867089883082493817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/zooing-in-august.html' title='Zooing in August'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-326504119723340474</id><published>2008-08-11T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:03:25.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Vida - My Favorite Song; My New Motto for Life</title><content type='html'>&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/16779398-326504119723340474?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/326504119723340474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/viva-la-vida-my-favorite-song-my-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/326504119723340474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/326504119723340474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/viva-la-vida-my-favorite-song-my-new.html' title='Viva La Vida - My Favorite Song; My New Motto for Life'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-335393741152375403</id><published>2008-08-11T19:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.429-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercising'/><title type='text'>Time to Get Wii Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2728275641/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2728275641_ecd257a708.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2728275641/"&gt;DSC_0003&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two weekends ago, Brian sacrificed the first 2 hours on Sunday morning getting in the line at local Toys R Us to get his hands on Wii Fit. This was supposed to be his Father's Day Present, so it's long over due! He tried to buy it before back in June but got beat out buy a lady who got there literally 10 minutes before him. So this time when he got there literally at 8am (store didn't even open till 10am), he was shocked to find out that he was actually the first person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we are psyched about our Wii Fit. It is so much better than I imagined it to be. I love how fun it is and have been exercising on it almost everyday. Brian was doing it everyday too until he sprained his left big toe! Then Amelia aggrevated it further by accidentally dropping her chair on it. Ouch. So Brian has not been getting "wii fit" for a few days now, but I'm trying to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how ill I was last week, I am doing much better healthwise. My Doctor still wants me to see a Specialist for my dizzy spells in September, but I think I'm all right for now. At least all right enough for me to do the Wii Fit anyways: to do some WII FIT anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-335393741152375403?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/335393741152375403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-getting-just-wii-fit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/335393741152375403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/335393741152375403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-getting-just-wii-fit.html' title='Time to Get Wii Fit'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2728275641_ecd257a708_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-8362775700272081395</id><published>2008-08-02T13:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.429-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Her Story - Essay on my neighbor's plight</title><content type='html'>Something horrible is happening to my neighbor Neri (I changed her name).  I wrote this essay in her honor.  I hope things get better for her.  &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all gathered outside. I was hesitant to break into their circle. After all I was not part of the “in-crowd” in this neighborhood. I knew my immediate neighbors, but barely said more than friendly hellos and shared a few chitchats. The only person amongst them that I could really call a friend was Neri who lived across the street from me. We became friends when our daughters became friends. Being only children in their households, both girls enjoyed each other’s company immensely to fill each other’s void in lack of playmates.  She was my liaison into neighborhood gossip as well as happenings.  She knew ins and outs of everyone on the street, and her friendly and chatty demeanor was a delight to anyone.  &lt;br /&gt;Usually, when I see the most members of neighbors gathered around, I try to ignore them and mind my own business. But tonight something about Neri’s expression from afar beckoned me to break into the circle and get closer. I gingerly made my way across the street.   I immediately gave all my attention to Neri and avoided all other unfamiliar faces.  I asked about her recent vacation to her hometown back in Panama to casually start the conversation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Neri, I'm glad to see you back. Amelia here has been asking for her friend Alina a while.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…Well, Amelia is not going to see Alina for a while because her father took her away this morning…” Neri began to sob uncontrollably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbstruck to find out about her plight so suddenly. I hugged her and asked her what happened. Neri explained that she and her husband were having problems for a while. Every summer, Neri visits her family in Panama with her daughter Alina. Since Neri is a stay-at-home mom, she had to always rely on her husband to pay for the trip. This year, however, her husband decided that he was only going to pay for their daughter’s airfare and not Neri’s. Neri’s husband liked to torture Neri for the fact that she was not making any money of her own. He restricted the amount of money he gave her to barely cover for groceries and other necessities. Yes, there was no doubt about this, Neri’s husband was and still is a jerk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neri got her relatives back home to pitch in for her share of airfare and was able to visit home for few weeks. When she and Alina came back home, her husband acted like their big argument before her trip did not even happen. Neri decided to forget about it too. Thamt morning, her husband suggested that he wanted a one-on-one time with Alina since he had not seen her for past few weeks. He wanted to take her to a toy store and to his mother’s. Neri agreed and did not think anything of it. A few hours after he was gone, she heard a knock on the front door. When she opened, she found a man standing there with a thick, white envelope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you Neri Bucknell?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.. but who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This paperwork is for you. You have been served.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, Neri was served with a thick envelope full of legal paperwork. Because English was her second language, she had trouble reading and understanding what all these legal terms meant. She had to wait until her Spanish-speaking neighbor got back from work to translate it for her. Neri didn’t understand what the paperwork exactly said, but she knew instinctively that her husband took her daughter away from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neri dialed her husband’s number frantically but it would only ring indefinitely. She drove to her mother-in-law’s house but no one was there. She came back and sat on her neighbor’s porch waiting, clutching the thick white envelope and contemplating what all the words in the envelope meant for her. The black fonts on the white paper have never been so frightening to her. She has never been so thankful and felt resentful toward her illiteracy at the same time. Knowing what was on those papers would be devastating, but not knowing what it said was equally haunting as well.  Waiting for her neighbor to translate the document, she felt as though she was going to die right on that porch.  &lt;br /&gt;Neri's unusual solemn nature and vacant expression was hard to not notice.  Just as I felt pulled into the circle, all the other neighbors started appearing by her side one by one.  Neri had been each one of our friends; we needed to show her that we were her friends to at a time like this.  None of us knows what's going to happen to Neri, but we know that we are all by her side, listening to her story.  She deserves to have her story heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-8362775700272081395?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/8362775700272081395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/her-story-essay-on-my-neighbors-plight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8362775700272081395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8362775700272081395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/her-story-essay-on-my-neighbors-plight.html' title='Her Story - Essay on my neighbor&apos;s plight'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-7975519754990713551</id><published>2008-08-02T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:03:25.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Story - Essay on my neighbor's plight</title><content type='html'>Something horrible is happening to my neighbor Neri (I changed her name a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-7975519754990713551?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/7975519754990713551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/her-story-essay-on-my-neighbors-plight_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7975519754990713551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7975519754990713551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/08/her-story-essay-on-my-neighbors-plight_02.html' title='Her Story - Essay on my neighbor&apos;s plight'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-616267495484438512</id><published>2008-07-28T22:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Amelia does not take herself too seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2708012903/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2708012903_7fce0f24da.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="margin-top: 0px;" size="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2708012903/"&gt;Can't decide what to drink&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Milk or Juice?  How about both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is just a comedian these days.  She makes us laugh and enjoys laughing with us.  I love my silly girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-616267495484438512?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/616267495484438512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/amelia-does-not-takes-herself-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/616267495484438512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/616267495484438512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/amelia-does-not-takes-herself-too.html' title='Amelia does not take herself too seriously'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2708012903_7fce0f24da_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-3378759615204998395</id><published>2008-07-28T21:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Sunday dinner with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2708841308/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2708841308_763f0539e9.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2708841308/"&gt;the Lees&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sunday evening, we travelled to DC to have dinner with my work friend Sang, his wife Ami and their adorable daughter, Mika (pronounced Mie-ka).  We went to an excellent Italian restaurant called Maggianos (also one of my in-laws' fave restaurant in Florida), which is coincidentally where Sang and Ami were married.  This restaurant was magnificient.  Not only was the food awesome, but the decor was just majestic and regal, a kind of place where Godfather would take his family to have a nice family dinner on Sundays.   The adults throughly enjoyed eating four-course meal, but both of our toddlers were getting tired of sitting still through it.  They both demanded to be let out of their high chairs and walk upstairs to see the ballroom size halls.  Regardless, it was a very nice dinner and we were glad to finally meet Ami and Mika!  I often give away some outgrown clothes of Amelia's to Mika, and she is well worth all those clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-3378759615204998395?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/3378759615204998395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/dinner-with-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3378759615204998395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3378759615204998395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/dinner-with-friends.html' title='Sunday dinner with friends'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2708841308_763f0539e9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-7166065515117164562</id><published>2008-07-24T21:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Lesson from Amelia: Just let go and have fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2699287603/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2699287603_3da012cc6d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2699287603/"&gt;Look at me looking at me&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week was funky, difficult, and just downright tiresome. Well, no more of last week! I am much more rejuvenated and back into my grove. I realized I was working myself to hard again and was not taking care of myself. I decided this week, I should dedicate getting myself better, which means doing things that are just plain fun. As part of this new initiative, we took Amelia to Rolly Pollies, local children's gym center. Amelia definitely taught me a thing or two about just letting go and enjoying the moment. She's amazing, this child of mine. She just kept grabbing my hand and kept saying, "Come on, Mommy. Let's go~! &lt;em&gt;Ppali-ppali&lt;/em&gt; (fast and faster)"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her precocious nature is even more intensified these days with her bilingual abilities in Korean and English. She's constantly chattering, in one language or the other. I'm just so proud of the fact that my daughter is old enough to teach me a lesson or two and allow me to have fun. I love you, daughter.  We are going to have more fun just bouncing around and being silly every Thursday evenings from now on at Rolly Pollies.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157606354268214&amp;amp;names=Rolly Pollies&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157606354268214&amp;amp;names=Rolly Pollies&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-7166065515117164562?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/7166065515117164562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/lesson-from-amelia-just-let-go-and-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7166065515117164562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7166065515117164562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/lesson-from-amelia-just-let-go-and-have.html' title='Lesson from Amelia: Just let go and have fun'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2699287603_3da012cc6d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4933567072378761358</id><published>2008-07-22T23:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.431-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pittsburgh'/><title type='text'>Escape to Pittsburgh: Big City, Small town friendly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2688407395/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/2688407395_16e0bf3a84.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2688407395/"&gt;Escape to Pittsburgh:  Most under-populated big city&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just like I said in my last post, we were able to escape to Pittsburgh, the home turf of my best friend, Jenny.  She played a welcoming host of her city by giving us a very personal walking tour of downtown Pittsburgh.  We also got to visit the Andy Warhol Museum and even took a cable car to get to one of the highest point of the city, where the majestic view of the city could be seen, captured in this picture.  For dinner, we went out to little Mom &amp;amp; Pop's Cambodian restaurant and met Jenny's boyfriend for the first time.  He's also a Ph.D candidate in Engineering like Jenny.  Such cuttest underachievers (!!), those two.  I remember the dating days.  No, wait.. I actually don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to stay up late by staying out at bars, but we just realized we are way too old for that.  After just two drinks each, we thought it was best to go see the new Batman movie.  The only show available was 1130pm one and we stayed up watching the whole thing, although I was so exhausted in the end I feel like I missed the real climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Jenny took us out to a very cool Antique store/Vegetarian Brunch cafe called Zenith.  I won't ever consider becoming a vegetarian but some of the veggie stuff on their menu was just good enough for me to forget about meat.  We were joined by Jenny's boyfriend and her other Ph.D friends (married couple).  For bunch of very smart people, they are so down to earth and so easy to carry on any kind of conversation with.  I really liked hanging out with all of them.  This quick, schedule-packed weekend was just what the doctor ordered to cure my over-worked hangover.  Even though it took us 5.5 hours to get back because city of Pittsburgh decided to shut down their major outbound highway (I guess they really really wanted us to stay, maybe?), the trip was very worth it.  Thank you so much, Jenny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. Amelia had a wonderful weekend spending at her Auntie Grace's house.  In fact, when we went to pick her up, she said she didn't want to leave.  That made me feel better about having any guilt of leaving her.  Uh, not that I was having any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157606290757492&amp;amp;names=Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157606290757492&amp;amp;names=Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=80" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4933567072378761358?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4933567072378761358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/escape-to-pittsburgh-big-city-small.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4933567072378761358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4933567072378761358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/escape-to-pittsburgh-big-city-small.html' title='Escape to Pittsburgh: Big City, Small town friendly'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/2688407395_16e0bf3a84_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4285750497209818960</id><published>2008-07-14T21:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.431-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playdate'/><title type='text'>The cousins reunion at Potomac Mills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2669931136/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2669931136_24f2937a82.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2669931136/"&gt;DSCF9080&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sunday, we had a chance to hang out with Kevin, Rachel and Gabriel.  Amelia and Gabriel are only cousins to each other as of now.. so any moment we can get them together is very special.   We all decided to meet in Potomac Mills Mall since that's the exact half way point between our two residing cities.  The cousins were very cute together..although Amelia seemed to have gotten girlier while Gabriel seemed to have gotten more manlier than last time they were hanging out together back in Christmas/New Year's 2008 timeframe.  They both have grown and changed a lot since then - these kids change so much day by day.  They were both eager to get out of strollers and walk around so we told them they have to hold hands if they wanted to walk.  They happily obliged.  Awwww.  Everywhere they walked holding hands, they attracted attention.  Our children are so cute!  They were way cutter than some of the girls lined up for an open audition for "America's Top Model" they had going on at the mall~ but I'm really biased, I know ;)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157606174073207&amp;amp;names=Cousins at Potomac Mills&amp;amp;userName=Jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=45"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157606174073207&amp;amp;names=Cousins at Potomac Mills&amp;amp;userName=Jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=45" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4285750497209818960?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4285750497209818960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/cousins-reunion-at-potomac-mills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4285750497209818960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4285750497209818960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/cousins-reunion-at-potomac-mills.html' title='The cousins reunion at Potomac Mills'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/2669931136_24f2937a82_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-7700414770027255767</id><published>2008-07-14T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.431-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playdate'/><title type='text'>It's a fun day for a playdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2669024839/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2669024839_a2504f5922.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jisoob/2669024839/"&gt;If only Andrew had been looked..it would have been a perfect shot!&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jisoob/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Saturday, we went to our friends Binnie and Marcus's house.  Amelia and their daughter Natalie are same age (only two weeks apart).  For one reason or another, we have not seen them as a family since last fall, which was just few weeks after their second child Andrew was born.  The girls have matured so much since back then.  They recognized each other and they were playing along like they were fast friends.  Amelia was just having so much fun with all Natalie and Andrew's toys.  Their house has toys that every child would dream of.. it's like a glammed up Chuckee Cheese (case in point, they even have a moon bounce inside their house!).&lt;br /&gt;The girls were just conversing and just running around non-stop.  I was so busy being impressed with their second child Andrew.  He's only ten months old, but he's such a flirt!  He was very busy chasing (by crawling) after two older girls.  It won't be long before he joins them on the play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157606170029658&amp;amp;names=Playdate with the Bayneses&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=45"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157606170029658&amp;amp;names=Playdate with the Bayneses&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=45" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-7700414770027255767?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/7700414770027255767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-fun-day-for-playdate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7700414770027255767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7700414770027255767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-fun-day-for-playdate.html' title='It&amp;#39;s a fun day for a playdate'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2669024839_a2504f5922_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4560937300690207523</id><published>2008-07-10T21:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Will I succeed?  YES...98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed..</title><content type='html'>I had one of the toughest days at work today. It literally drained every ounce of restraint and energy in me. I'm writing today's post to remind myself why I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; overcome this work issue, and why I am passionate about what I do - the excerpted passages from "Oh, the Places You'll Go" by Dr. Seuss pretty much sums it up. I read this to Amelia almost every night...but some nights like this one, I recite it for myself... I will learn to un-slump myself and be courageous enough to face the problems that I need to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Places You Will Go - Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! Today is your day.&lt;br /&gt;You're off to great places! You're off and away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You 're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...(skip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you. And when things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew. Just go right along. You'll start happening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights. You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soong take the lead. Whereever you fly, you'll be best of the best. Whereever you go, you will top all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except when you don't. Because, sometimes, you won't. I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true that bang-ups and hang-ups can happen to you. You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You'll be left in a lurch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come down from the lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you'll be in a slump. And when you're in a slump, you're not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(..skip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place... for people just waiting. (..skip) Everyone is just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! That's not for you! Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying. You'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you'll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you're that kind of a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(..skip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you. All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot. And when you're alone, there's a very good chance you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on your will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on you will hike. And I know you'll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...skip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first read this book, which is pretty recently, I had someone who read me this book as a child and told me that I could grow to move mountains.  But then I realized..that I actually do have this someone telling me all these things already.  My Mother's been telling me all those above things in Korean, all my life.  She truly believed that I could grow to move mountains if I wanted, and I learned to believe that myself.  I already was reciting the passages from this book in Korean before I even came across this book.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;WILL&lt;/em&gt; overcome this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4560937300690207523?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4560937300690207523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/will-i-succeed-yes98-and-34-percent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4560937300690207523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4560937300690207523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/will-i-succeed-yes98-and-34-percent.html' title='Will I succeed?  YES...98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed..'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-5265634718333369981</id><published>2008-07-06T19:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massachusetts'/><title type='text'>Mini-reunion at Aunt Linda (and the late Uncle Scott)'s House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2643900952/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3278/2643900952_d6bcb40ba9.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2643900952/"&gt;Amelia with Aunt Linda&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/26852574@N02/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jisoob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Independence Day, we got invited to a cook out at Aunt Linda and the late Uncle Scott's house up in New Hampshire.    In a way, it was a like a mini-reunion.  Their house was very big and gorgeous..my dream house if it were in Maryland.  We were greeted by unbelievable food.  I think I'm still full even though it's been two days.  I have never been to their house before, but I could tell that Aunt Linda and the late Uncle Scott had a very good life in that house.  It was very generous of Aunt Linda to invite everyone along for the festivities.    I got a chance to say hello to Aunt Linda, her sweet mother, and Brian's other Aunt Lou.  Had we not made a trip this time, I don't know when I would have gotten to see them again (or in fact, ever).  Amelia was not shy about exploring the house and meeting new people at the party either.  She sincerely was loving all the attention she was getting as the only toddler in the house.  She was even dancing up a storm for a little while, imitating Rebecca's awesome dance moves while we were watching her dance recital DVD.   She was not even shy with Aunt Linda and her family too.  She personally gave a hug and a kiss to each and everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, our trip to Massachusetts/New Hampshire was such a success, we are so glad we did it.  Our first road trip could not have gone any better.    Amelia was very cooperative and I think she was a delight addition to the trip.    She was even more patient than I was during bad traffic jams.  She loved hanging out with Nana &amp;amp; Papa and Uncle Dave's family.  Gone is the shy/anxiety-ridden child she once was.   She was a pure extrovert, ready to carry out a mission of entertaining and putting a smile on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; face.  It was so great to see all the family even though it was a short 3-day trip.  The happiness and the joy we shared with Nana and Papa as well as everyone else was a memory we will not forget (hence why being recorded in this blog post).  It was well worth 16+ hours spent on the road &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;round trip&lt;/span&gt;.  We realized that life is way too short not to attempt some road trips to visit family members~ even if they live a bit far away from you.  Special thanks goes out to Nana and Papa for letting us crash at their place with open arms.  We are ready to attempt some more road trips from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="465"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157606015902706&amp;amp;names=Aunt Linda's BBQ&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=45"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157606015902706&amp;amp;names=Aunt Linda's BBQ&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=on&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=45" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="465"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-5265634718333369981?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/5265634718333369981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/bbq-at-aunt-linda-and-late-uncle-scott.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5265634718333369981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5265634718333369981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/bbq-at-aunt-linda-and-late-uncle-scott.html' title='Mini-reunion at Aunt Linda (and the late Uncle Scott)&amp;#39;s House'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3278/2643900952_d6bcb40ba9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-8119743219221931483</id><published>2008-07-01T20:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Road trip ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2585866806/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2585866806_0616d00aee.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2585866806/"&gt;DSC_0026&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/26852574@N02/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow morning, we will be embarking on our first long road trip as a family.  We are visiting Brian's maternal grandparents in Massachusetts.  Our estimated arrival time according to google is around 8 hours...but with toddler in tow, I'm sure we can pad a few hours here and there.  Needless to say, it's very exciting to be able to take Amelia on a journey such as this one.  Amelia has been talking her "Banna" and "Papa."  We saw them last during Christmas so she sure haven't forgotten them.  Amelia has a very good memory for a two year old.  We will be spending next few days there and coming back on Saturday.  We are psyched to spend the Indenpendence Day in the Bean Town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-8119743219221931483?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/8119743219221931483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-forward-to-road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8119743219221931483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8119743219221931483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-forward-to-road-trip.html' title='Road trip ahead'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2585866806_0616d00aee_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-5306693168835171068</id><published>2008-06-26T22:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Thanks, Auntie Jieun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2614168619/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/2614168619_f86c535206.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2614168619/"&gt;Auntie Jieun's gift&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/26852574@N02/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister Jieun often surprises us by sending us nice little gifts such as this.  She just usually sends them just because she's thinking of us.  This time it was a cute little shirt for Amelia.  Thank you and we are thinking of you too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-5306693168835171068?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/5306693168835171068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-auntie-jieun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5306693168835171068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5306693168835171068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-auntie-jieun.html' title='Thanks, Auntie Jieun!'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3129/2614168619_f86c535206_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6206598139262801248</id><published>2008-06-24T20:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Bedtime Rituals</title><content type='html'>Today marks three weeks since Amelia started sleeping on a toddler bed.  Even though we had feared the transition, in the end there was nothing to fear.  Amelia loves sleeping on her new toddler bed and willingly climbs in every night diligently.  We tuck her in every night put her Jimmy blanket (her security blanket, aka "the blanket") over her, then her monkey blanket.  We sing one verse of "you are my sunshine" and "twinkle little star."  Tonight, she started singing "you are my sunshine" with us...and to our suprise, she got 80% of the words right!  I wish I had a recording device to prove it.    I cannot believe my daughter is now old enough to sleep alone in a toddler bed and sing the bedtime song with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6206598139262801248?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6206598139262801248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/06/bedtime-rituals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6206598139262801248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6206598139262801248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/06/bedtime-rituals.html' title='Bedtime Rituals'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6195245661843054262</id><published>2008-06-17T22:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><title type='text'>My Dancing Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2585884176/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3001/2585884176_4c5716f4a9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2585884176/"&gt;Amelia in Motion&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/26852574@N02/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since buying Nikon D40 in February, I have yet to play with manual functions of this versatile camera. The other day I just decided to play with it and these were the ethereal results.  As always, Amelia became my muse for these shots.  I wouldn't have it any other way for my first beautiful, accidental experiments.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" align="middle" height="450"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157605650010126&amp;amp;names=Dancing Amelia&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157605650010126&amp;amp;names=Dancing Amelia&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=mid&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=40" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="450" align="middle" height="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6195245661843054262?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6195245661843054262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/06/amelia-in-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6195245661843054262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6195245661843054262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/06/amelia-in-motion.html' title='My Dancing Muse'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3001/2585884176_4c5716f4a9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6143595019470971979</id><published>2008-06-16T20:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2585007557/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/2585007557_07db946662.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2585007557/"&gt;DSC_0001&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/26852574@N02/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Father's Day has come and gone but pictures have been just uploaded to share!  We had great crab feast accompanied by beer and hot wings.&lt;br /&gt;It was great to come home and enjoy this lovely holiday with my family, especially my ever supporting hubby.  Brian was just so happy to have me back and I was as well.  We usually don't say a lot of mushy stuff to each other, but on days like this, he deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian, you have a heart of a gold and intuitively do what's best for everyone surrounding you.  You are the best father Amelia could ask for and the husband for me.  In Korean culture, there is a saying that a woman needs to assess the potential of her man by observing  his father - how he treats his wife and his children is a reflection of how her man would turn out to be.  When I met your father and saw how he treated his wife and his children, I knew you would have been taught the same value.  So this not only goes out to you, but also your Dad for passing down the unbelievable good genes on being a good husband and a father.  Thanks for being who you are, and also learning from the best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jieun was also able to visit for Father's Day weekend, so we celebrated her Birthday which was last week.  Amelia was aching to blow candles and eat some cake.  I guess she will appreciate the steamed crabs much later in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" align="middle" height="420"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157605655686869&amp;amp;names=2008 Father's Day &amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=top&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=44"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157605655686869&amp;amp;names=2008 Father's Day &amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;displayNotes=on&amp;amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;amp;imageSize=medium&amp;amp;vAlign=top&amp;amp;displayZoom=off&amp;amp;vertOffset=0&amp;amp;initialScale=off&amp;amp;bgAlpha=44" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="400" align="middle" height="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6143595019470971979?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6143595019470971979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/06/father-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6143595019470971979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6143595019470971979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/06/father-day.html' title='Father&amp;#39;s Day'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/2585007557_07db946662_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-2723024931803752869</id><published>2008-06-03T21:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to Amelia'/><title type='text'>She..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2549959308/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3032/2549959308_db31f19b18.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2549959308/"&gt;Beautiful hair&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/26852574@N02/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;is the reason for me to become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she is my number one inspiration for me to work hard, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got promoted :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-2723024931803752869?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/2723024931803752869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/06/she.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2723024931803752869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2723024931803752869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/06/she.html' title='She..'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3032/2549959308_db31f19b18_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6509647210380401606</id><published>2008-06-01T11:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><title type='text'>Very Brief Trip to the Beach</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm leaving for Virginia Beach for work tomorrow morning and coming back home tomorrow night.  Although our lodging is going to be on the beach, I doubt we will have much time to spend there since we will be arriving around 8 PM.. well, maybe I can capture a nice sunset shot with my camera.  Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6509647210380401606?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6509647210380401606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-brief-trip-to-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6509647210380401606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6509647210380401606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-brief-trip-to-beach.html' title='Very Brief Trip to the Beach'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6191574313061374130</id><published>2008-05-30T22:58:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>A girl's gotta have fabulous shoes and love (an homage to SATC)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2537084681/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2537084681_2276b25eff.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2537084681/"&gt;A girl's gotta have her shoes..(an homage to SATC)&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/26852574@N02/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight, I saw Sex and the City (SATC) the movie with two of my girlfriends.  I could not wait to see this movie and I've asked Brian to babysit Amelia so I could do this tonight.  I've been a big fan of the show since college, but it gave a whole new meaning when I watched the movie...  Just as I have changed and matured since college, so did my girls of SATC.  The movie felt like a big gab fest with your girlfriends, talking about everything from sex (of course), shoes, shopping, parenting, marriage/relationship and friendship.  I felt like I was one of the girls sitting around listening to their issues as well as sharing their happy news.  Gosh, it's been a while since I've felt this way - I felt like I was single again. This movie just hit the nail in the head of what women want as well as what women deal with in everyday lives.   The movie fulfills plenty of women's fantasies - everything from designer shoes to yummy looking men (especially their gludius maximus), but at the same time stay very real by unwinding issues that everyone can identify with (what woman's heart has not been broken once?  what woman doesn't have doubts? )..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that was missing from the movie was the whole perils of balancing work and parenting, having a career after baby, etc.  Oh well, maybe they are saving that part for SATC Movie II?  Oh I would just love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the movie was great.  The company that I had was great.  After the movie, I had to call my best friend Jenny in Pittsburgh because it made me have a greater appreciation for the friendship I have with her.  Jenny and I will be old but fabulous looking in the future, just like the gals...knocking few cocktails too and talking about our past as well as future (well, few Cocktails for Irish/German chica; just one for me since I'm a light weight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was sophisticated, funny, unapologetically feminine, and in other words, the wrapping was gorgeous but so was what was inside... It wasn't shallow contrary to what people would expect and it didn't not take itself too seriously.  The basic message of the movie was simple, all you need is love, both for yourself as well as for the partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6191574313061374130?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6191574313061374130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/girl-gotta-have-her-shoesan-homage-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6191574313061374130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6191574313061374130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/girl-gotta-have-her-shoesan-homage-to.html' title='A girl&amp;#39;s gotta have fabulous shoes and love (an homage to SATC)'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2537084681_2276b25eff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-1152758578259355970</id><published>2008-05-26T20:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Captain Scott B'/><title type='text'>Captain Scott B and Captain Bobby B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2526385108/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2085/2526385108_8aa47bafec.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="margin-top: 0px;" size="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2526385108/"&gt;Capt Scott and Capt Bobby II&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/26852574@N02/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;On our last day in Florida, we decided to have lunch in this restaurant called the Grills, located in Port Caneveral where all the Cruise ships port.  As soon as we found the parking spot and got out, Beverly noticed these two boats floating side by side near the dock.  She noticed that first boat was named "Captain Bobby B", then when she looked at the boat next to it, her mouth dropped open..  The other boat was named "Capt Scott B," as in our late Uncle Scott B, her beloved brother.  And "Bobby B" was their first cousin who had passed away a mere month before Uncle Scott.  Both had passed away in their fifties and way too soon.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a happenstance..and it was very shocking for Bev.  Bev did not have her camera, but luckily we did (leave it to the gadzet-holics to have a camera ready).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Scott, if this was meant to be a message to us, God bless you.  We will always remember you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-1152758578259355970?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/1152758578259355970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/captain-scott-b-and-captain-bobby-b.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/1152758578259355970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/1152758578259355970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/captain-scott-b-and-captain-bobby-b.html' title='Captain Scott B and Captain Bobby B'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2085/2526385108_8aa47bafec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-143195450826459767</id><published>2008-05-25T10:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>A Day at New Smyrna Beach - Sand, Wind, Salt Water and Eczema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2519449927/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2519449927_115266eb33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26852574@N02/2519449927/"&gt;Jumping family portrait&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/26852574@N02/"&gt;jisoob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Saturday, we took a day trip to Florida's New Smyrna Beach. The weather was gorgeous and I just immediately fell in love with it. Since Amelia has pretty bad eczema, I covered her up in her long sleeve swim suits like in our family portrait photo. Unfortunately, the combination of sand and salt water with her tight long sleeve suit did not agree. Amelia started screeching to take off the suit, so we had to. I think it was aggrevating her poor sensitive skin. After we took the suit off and put a loose fitting SPF 50+ jacket on her instead, she was all happy as clams. She wouldn't stop jogging on the beach grinning from ear to ear. We ended up having a great time. What a great day to spend the one last full day in Florida. I will have to go home and research if there is sunblock lotion made for children with Eczema so it does not sting when I put it on her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" align="middle" height="580"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157605247320393&amp;amp;names=New Smyrna Beach 2008&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157605247320393&amp;amp;names=New Smyrna Beach 2008&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="500" align="middle" height="580"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-143195450826459767?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/143195450826459767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-at-new-smyrna-beach-sand-wind-salt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/143195450826459767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/143195450826459767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-at-new-smyrna-beach-sand-wind-salt.html' title='A Day at New Smyrna Beach - Sand, Wind, Salt Water and Eczema'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2519449927_115266eb33_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6803669717216720074</id><published>2008-05-24T09:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Disney Rewind - Day 3 at Old Key West and Downtown Disney</title><content type='html'>On third staying at Old Key West resort, we decided to take the day easy by swimming in the pool and later shopping at Downtown Disney.  Amelia is such a water baby she just did not want to leave the pool.  We always had to lure her away by promising her with something she liked better, like a lollipop or popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" align="middle" height="580"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157605224420300&amp;amp;names=Old Key West/ Downtown Disney 2008&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157605224420300&amp;amp;names=Old Key West/ Downtown Disney 2008&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="500" align="middle" height="580"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6803669717216720074?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6803669717216720074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/disney-rewind-day-3-at-old-key-west-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6803669717216720074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6803669717216720074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/disney-rewind-day-3-at-old-key-west-and.html' title='Disney Rewind - Day 3 at Old Key West and Downtown Disney'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6576762921134926381</id><published>2008-05-22T21:28:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Disney Rewind - Monday through Thursday</title><content type='html'>We spent the last 4 days and 3 nights at wonderful Disney World Resort, visiting 3 of the 4 parks while staying at fabulous Old Key West courtesy of Beverly and Tom (many thanks to them). I was being a usual shutterbug that I am and was just taking pictures left and right. At Disney, every single moment was a Kodak moment, as cheesy as it sounds. Here are our best moments, broken up in days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday: Magic Kingdom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magic Kingdom is the main park and has all the iconic relics of Disney. Cinderella's Castle, Walt Disney's Statue...etc. We had wonderful character dining with Winnie the Pooh cast, and surprisingly, Amelia had a fantastic time! Unlike back in December (the debacle that was with Disney characters at Chef Mickey), she was thrilled to see all the characters and called them out by their names and started waving at them, one by one. I know children grows up sometimes way too fast, but at moments like this, I love my child being all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SDYkCeAtOfI/AAAAAAAABgw/vrJr3VxGaFY/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203386044307552754" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SDYkCeAtOfI/AAAAAAAABgw/vrJr3VxGaFY/s400/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SDYko-AtOgI/AAAAAAAABg4/ZDuyYh-0iyM/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203386705732516354" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SDYko-AtOgI/AAAAAAAABg4/ZDuyYh-0iyM/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SDYlUuAtOhI/AAAAAAAABhA/U6cJ6TFCrC4/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203387457351793170" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SDYlUuAtOhI/AAAAAAAABhA/U6cJ6TFCrC4/s400/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SDYmmeAtOiI/AAAAAAAABhI/455FZiEZcic/s1600-h/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203388861806098978" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SDYmmeAtOiI/AAAAAAAABhI/455FZiEZcic/s400/DSC_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episodes from Tuesday (Epcot), Wednesday (Pool &amp;amp; Downtown Disney), and Thursday (Disney Hollywood Studios - former MGM Studios Parks) to continue after I get some ZZZ...being an official photographer for the Bean family is quite hard work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" align="middle" height="580"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="ids=72157605237273907&amp;amp;names=Magic Kingdom - Disney Day 1&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets"&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" flashvars="ids=72157605237273907&amp;amp;names=Magic Kingdom - Disney Day 1&amp;amp;userName=jisoob&amp;amp;userId=26852574@N02&amp;amp;titles=on&amp;amp;source=sets" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="PictoBrowser" width="500" align="middle" height="580"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6576762921134926381?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6576762921134926381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/disney-rewind-monday-through-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6576762921134926381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6576762921134926381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/disney-rewind-monday-through-thursday.html' title='Disney Rewind - Monday through Thursday'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SDYkCeAtOfI/AAAAAAAABgw/vrJr3VxGaFY/s72-c/DSC_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6252159225977532237</id><published>2008-05-13T22:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Memorendum of Third Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCpMDlm1DXI/AAAAAAAABgA/BDDFGoKagO0/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200052344270949746" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCpMDlm1DXI/AAAAAAAABgA/BDDFGoKagO0/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCpMD1m1DYI/AAAAAAAABgI/TYUHvHeH-xc/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200052348565917058" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCpMD1m1DYI/AAAAAAAABgI/TYUHvHeH-xc/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCpMEVm1DZI/AAAAAAAABgQ/342YvKLU55I/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200052357155851666" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCpMEVm1DZI/AAAAAAAABgQ/342YvKLU55I/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCpMElm1DaI/AAAAAAAABgY/bysNtRD1iqw/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200052361450818978" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCpMElm1DaI/AAAAAAAABgY/bysNtRD1iqw/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCpME1m1DbI/AAAAAAAABgg/Gokanf4Yem4/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200052365745786290" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCpME1m1DbI/AAAAAAAABgg/Gokanf4Yem4/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third Mother's Day was simple and beautiful despite downpour of rain all weekend. My favorite memories to cherish from the top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amelia saying "I love you"s and wishing me "Happy Mommy's Day"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thoughtful note and gift from Brian. Finally, I will be able to get around without ever trying to figure out which way is East..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good health of my parents. I'm so lucky to have my folks nearby to celebrate almost all the special holidays with them in town.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Company of three women who are most influential in my life. We do sort of all look alike, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Not pictured) All the single friends who wished me "Happy Mother's Day." I hope that someday I will be able to wish all of you the same :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6252159225977532237?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6252159225977532237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorendum-of-second-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6252159225977532237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6252159225977532237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorendum-of-second-mothers-day.html' title='Memorendum of Third Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCpMDlm1DXI/AAAAAAAABgA/BDDFGoKagO0/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-8620988895772886884</id><published>2008-05-10T08:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.623-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Something to Brighten our Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCWasrpf-wI/AAAAAAAABfo/dg4XYTuLT_g/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198731437290814210" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCWasrpf-wI/AAAAAAAABfo/dg4XYTuLT_g/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCWas7pf-xI/AAAAAAAABfw/h2x3rhtuT9g/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198731441585781522" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCWas7pf-xI/AAAAAAAABfw/h2x3rhtuT9g/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCWatLpf-yI/AAAAAAAABf4/nSCNEwgKrQY/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198731445880748834" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCWatLpf-yI/AAAAAAAABf4/nSCNEwgKrQY/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the pictures of Amelia frolicking in her spring dress.. She has been dressing like that everyday this past week due to her demands :) It's going to be a very yucky and rainy Mother's day weekend here in Maryland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-8620988895772886884?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/8620988895772886884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-to-brighten-our-rainy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8620988895772886884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8620988895772886884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-to-brighten-our-rainy-days.html' title='Something to Brighten our Rainy Days'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCWasrpf-wI/AAAAAAAABfo/dg4XYTuLT_g/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-5853131868753771946</id><published>2008-05-07T20:50:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.670-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Ms. Carrie Bradshaw, Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCJOwF8QJ0I/AAAAAAAABfI/CznxR3mBAo8/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCJOwF8QJ0I/AAAAAAAABfI/CznxR3mBAo8/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197803508074555202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We officially have Ms. Carrie Bradshaw Junior from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt; in the making.  Amelia loves fabulous pairs and many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCJPLV8QJ1I/AAAAAAAABfQ/7NuMhHJa5qs/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCJPLV8QJ1I/AAAAAAAABfQ/7NuMhHJa5qs/s400/DSC_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197803976225990482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's constantly rotating on trying on a different pair and demands that she wears them inside the house.  Sometimes she's so adamant, we even bend our "no shoes policy" every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also been very selective about what outfit she puts on each day.  Each morning, she demands that she puts on a dress and has to agree on whether it's pretty enough of not.  If she's not feeling the vibe, she will say "No, you (meaning herself) don't like that."  Boy, do we have a diva here or what?  She even critiques my work outfit in the morning.  If I put more effort on putting something nice together, she says "woo, Mommy pretty dress!  Very nice~"  She certainly knows who she needs to kiss up to :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she's old enough to go watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the movie&lt;/span&gt; with me.  She would be certainly appreciating all the fashion!!!! (but only fashion)  I really want to see this movie.  Who wants to go see it with me?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCJQyV8QJ3I/AAAAAAAABfg/LwjJs41Rj7I/s1600-h/Carrie-Bradshaw-satc-movie2_0.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCJQyV8QJ3I/AAAAAAAABfg/LwjJs41Rj7I/s400/Carrie-Bradshaw-satc-movie2_0.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197805745752516466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCJQyF8QJ2I/AAAAAAAABfY/gbZL3Vvb9PY/s1600-h/Carrie-Bradshaw-satc-movie1.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCJQyF8QJ2I/AAAAAAAABfY/gbZL3Vvb9PY/s400/Carrie-Bradshaw-satc-movie1.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197805741457549154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-5853131868753771946?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/5853131868753771946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/ms-carrie-bradshaw-jr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5853131868753771946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5853131868753771946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/ms-carrie-bradshaw-jr.html' title='Ms. Carrie Bradshaw, Jr.'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCJOwF8QJ0I/AAAAAAAABfI/CznxR3mBAo8/s72-c/DSC_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4932029409762923030</id><published>2008-05-07T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:03:25.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie Bradshaw, Jr.  </title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCJNSF8QJzI/AAAAAAAABfA/SsRdYaGSqks/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCJNSF8QJzI/AAAAAAAABfA/SsRdYaGSqks/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197801893166851890" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We officially have Carrie Bradshaw Junior in the making..Amelia is a shoe-holic to the max.  From the moment she wakes up and till she goes to bed, she is constantly making comments about shoes, trying on shoes and thinking about shoes.  It's gotten to the point that we actually sometimes just let her wear shoes inside the house.  We keep strict Asian "no shoes in the house" policy, but for our mini Carrie Bradshaw, we sometimes bend the rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4932029409762923030?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4932029409762923030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/carrie-bradshaw-jr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4932029409762923030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4932029409762923030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/carrie-bradshaw-jr.html' title='Carrie Bradshaw, Jr.  '/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SCJNSF8QJzI/AAAAAAAABfA/SsRdYaGSqks/s72-c/DSC_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-6533957738375483907</id><published>2008-05-05T22:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>One and a Half Days of Change</title><content type='html'>After spending nearly 1.5 days attending Uncle Scott's wake and the funeral.  Brian made it back to home.  Even though he's only been gone barely two days, I felt a a lot of change in him.  He spoke with such love and care for his family.  Brian said at first it was bittersweet to see everyone he has not seen in many months, even years.  Even though he was very glad to see all the family and friends, it was understandably sad that they could only meet under such circumstance.  He has learned so much more about the people who he thought he knew, especially Nana and Uncle Dave.  He could not believe the kind of positive light and energy they both gave upon the people they were greeting despite how sad they were.  He said Nana is his official idol.. for such a tiny person, she really has such a big heart enough to console everyone else around her.  He spoke of his Mom's tender eulogy to her brother, Scott.  How she was able to finish giving the eulogy because she was able to gather the strength within her to do it. Listening to him, I felt he has almost grown more a man than I could have imagined in just 1.5 days.  It's true that sometimes tragedy brings out even greater characters out of each individuals.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes after Brian got home, Amelia just woke up unexpectedly and started wailing.  It was almost as if she heard Brian's voice and wanted to get his attention.  Brian got in their, held her and rocked her gently back to sleep.  It's so glad to have him back.  The home is once ours again.  We are rock solid in our love again.  God bless everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-6533957738375483907?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/6533957738375483907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-and-half-days-of-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6533957738375483907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/6533957738375483907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-and-half-days-of-change.html' title='One and a Half Days of Change'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-5047121838289059567</id><published>2008-05-04T19:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.765-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Hello Nathan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SB5UAttddsI/AAAAAAAABeo/5v4xjK5eC4M/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196683391279134402" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SB5UAttddsI/AAAAAAAABeo/5v4xjK5eC4M/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SB5UBNtddtI/AAAAAAAABew/5LfXVt_BDc8/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196683399869069010" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SB5UBNtddtI/AAAAAAAABew/5LfXVt_BDc8/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SB5UBdtdduI/AAAAAAAABe4/Lyl0sGe4sgE/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196683404164036322" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SB5UBdtdduI/AAAAAAAABe4/Lyl0sGe4sgE/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was able to get a rare treat by visiting my high school friend Seth's house, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;. It was courtesy-a-la my parents who wanted to spend some alone time with Amelia. I took a very scenic drive to their house and met their 5 week old son, Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how little and sweet small babies are. Nathan was beautiful and he took after his mother, Kim's features a lot. But when Seth was holding Nathan, I could definitely tell he resembled Seth too. . Like how his nose looked and his forehead was. We were able to converse and just chill without being interrupted by anything, since Nathan was napping the whole time. Nathan did wake up just in time as I was leaving so I could take a picture of him. Sorry for the flash going off, Nathan!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that Seth, my friend since 10th grade in high school is a parent now too! We've all come such a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Seth and Kim. You guys are already pros at this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-5047121838289059567?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/5047121838289059567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-nathan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5047121838289059567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5047121838289059567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-nathan.html' title='Hello Nathan'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SB5UAttddsI/AAAAAAAABeo/5v4xjK5eC4M/s72-c/DSC_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-2622852916414704383</id><published>2008-05-03T21:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>For Uncle Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SB0Ti9tddrI/AAAAAAAABeg/rNhElTPpq34/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SB0Ti9tddrI/AAAAAAAABeg/rNhElTPpq34/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196331036457137842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, Brian's oldest uncle Scott has passed away unexpectedly.  For past couple of days, it's been very solemn and all we could do was pray for the family and the Uncle.  Brian is flying to Manchester to attend the wake and the funeral.  He will be one of the pole bearers with his cousins and his brother Kevin.  Brian's handling it alright so far, but he's still shocked..especially since he never had to attend a funeral in his life thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last couple of days have been kind of hazy in a way.  I was very sad, not just for Uncle Scott but his remaining family as well.  I felt like I couldn't really describe the kind of emotions I was feeling in words.. and I still really can't.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was semi-engaging in a drawing activity with Amelia (she really wanted me to start drawing, I really didn't at first) then I started just sketching and mindlessly.  Amelia was urging me to draw her a picture of Nemo, but I just really couldn't do that.    While drawing, I was thinking about Uncle Scott, how young he was and just everything.  I ended up drawing a mysterious picture of a woman in the above picture..&lt;br /&gt;After looking at it, Amelia commented "the lady crying... very sad.. why lady cry..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, Uncle Scott.  May you rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-2622852916414704383?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/2622852916414704383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-uncle-scott.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2622852916414704383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2622852916414704383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-uncle-scott.html' title='For Uncle Scott'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SB0Ti9tddrI/AAAAAAAABeg/rNhElTPpq34/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-1559649451587352914</id><published>2008-04-30T20:05:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>31 Cent Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBkJudtddpI/AAAAAAAABeQ/iEL4r_E_OJY/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195194339002513042" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBkJudtddpI/AAAAAAAABeQ/iEL4r_E_OJY/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Baskin Robbins was having 31 Cents per scoop day. In these hard Economic times, it's good to know that 31 Cents can actually buy some bliss for a child.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBkJvdtddqI/AAAAAAAABeY/PJtbMkNhn-U/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195194356182382242" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBkJvdtddqI/AAAAAAAABeY/PJtbMkNhn-U/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-1559649451587352914?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/1559649451587352914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/31-cent-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/1559649451587352914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/1559649451587352914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/31-cent-bliss.html' title='31 Cent Bliss'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBkJudtddpI/AAAAAAAABeQ/iEL4r_E_OJY/s72-c/DSC_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-2131305368494189559</id><published>2008-04-29T22:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfTn9tddnI/AAAAAAAABeA/ooER155CnIs/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194853378728752754" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfTn9tddnI/AAAAAAAABeA/ooER155CnIs/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfTodtddoI/AAAAAAAABeI/OmoWymrn14Q/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194853387318687362" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfTodtddoI/AAAAAAAABeI/OmoWymrn14Q/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful both inside and out (and look so young! Please tell me you passed your younger looking genes to me). We love you very much for who you are and all you do for us everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jisoo, Brian and Amelia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-2131305368494189559?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/2131305368494189559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2131305368494189559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2131305368494189559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfTn9tddnI/AAAAAAAABeA/ooER155CnIs/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-3765870338093060267</id><published>2008-04-29T20:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.955-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Saturday at Celtic Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfBYttddiI/AAAAAAAABdA/i-7Ibzw6Ff4/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194833325526447650" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfBYttddiI/AAAAAAAABdA/i-7Ibzw6Ff4/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfBY9tddjI/AAAAAAAABdI/rZdFw5wbARs/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194833329821414962" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfBY9tddjI/AAAAAAAABdI/rZdFw5wbARs/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfBZdtddkI/AAAAAAAABdQ/yDUBm54ygRw/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194833338411349570" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfBZdtddkI/AAAAAAAABdQ/yDUBm54ygRw/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfBZttddlI/AAAAAAAABdY/A6zCas_iqFk/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194833342706316882" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfBZttddlI/AAAAAAAABdY/A6zCas_iqFk/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfBaNtddmI/AAAAAAAABdg/EVzhP3My1io/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194833351296251490" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfBaNtddmI/AAAAAAAABdg/EVzhP3My1io/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many go to find their roots at Celtic Festival...they had "clans" table where you could look up your family names. Us, however, went there to experience different culture and kettle corn (and hang out with Haelim and Tom). Well, Amelia does have some Irish and English in her, but not Scottish, I don't think. It was a very lovely experience. But it was too hot for me and a little suffocating. I don't sweat much and I heat up too much internally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-3765870338093060267?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/3765870338093060267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-at-celtic-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3765870338093060267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3765870338093060267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-at-celtic-festival.html' title='Saturday at Celtic Festival'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SBfBYttddiI/AAAAAAAABdA/i-7Ibzw6Ff4/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-412750931143339378</id><published>2008-04-22T21:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:42.956-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>All I Want Is a Rock Salt Lamp</title><content type='html'>Spoiler Alert!  I have found a gift for my Mom's upcoming Birthday.  Well, part of her gift.  I'm still going to have to get her something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(disclaimer:  No..it's not a gag gift.  Check out its awesome specs &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Himalayan-Crystal-Rock-Salt-Pounds/dp/B000CDGR8Y/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=home-garden&amp;amp;qid=1208913805&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Check out the rock salt lamp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SA6QGdtddhI/AAAAAAAABc4/NL4GiNmIoqw/s1600-h/rocksaltlamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SA6QGdtddhI/AAAAAAAABc4/NL4GiNmIoqw/s400/rocksaltlamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192245861133678098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-412750931143339378?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/412750931143339378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-i-want-is-rock-salt-lamp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/412750931143339378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/412750931143339378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-i-want-is-rock-salt-lamp.html' title='All I Want Is a Rock Salt Lamp'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SA6QGdtddhI/AAAAAAAABc4/NL4GiNmIoqw/s72-c/rocksaltlamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4056445991624645843</id><published>2008-04-22T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:03:25.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want Is a Rock Salt Lamp</title><content type='html'>Spoiler Alert!  I have found a gift for my Mom.  Well, part of her gift.  I'm still going to have to get her something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the rock salt lamp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4056445991624645843?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4056445991624645843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-i-want-is-rock-salt-lamp_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4056445991624645843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4056445991624645843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-i-want-is-rock-salt-lamp_22.html' title='All I Want Is a Rock Salt Lamp'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-667227418205279538</id><published>2008-04-22T21:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:03:25.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In Her Face?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-667227418205279538?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/667227418205279538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-in-her-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/667227418205279538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/667227418205279538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-in-her-face.html' title='What&apos;s In Her Face?'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-7384952102188326407</id><published>2008-04-16T19:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.005-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Playing with Photoshop Express</title><content type='html'>I've been playing with the new free version of Photoshop available online at http://www.photoshop.com/express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia's seeing red...it's the evil vacuum.  Yeah, I vacuumed today.  Amelia cried a lot and screamed in Brian's ears while holding onto him.  Some day she will be Okay with the vacuum...like when she's 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAaO4IiUBbI/AAAAAAAABSg/f8P25-4QDvM/s1600-h/vacuum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAaO4IiUBbI/AAAAAAAABSg/f8P25-4QDvM/s320/vacuum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189992715606295986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can make it black and white then add just add selective color, like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAaO4YiUBcI/AAAAAAAABSo/OJbCurOjbsk/s1600-h/bunny+Amelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAaO4YiUBcI/AAAAAAAABSo/OJbCurOjbsk/s320/bunny+Amelia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189992719901263298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-7384952102188326407?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/7384952102188326407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/playing-with-photoshop-express.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7384952102188326407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7384952102188326407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/playing-with-photoshop-express.html' title='Playing with Photoshop Express'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAaO4IiUBbI/AAAAAAAABSg/f8P25-4QDvM/s72-c/vacuum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-573969781758101951</id><published>2008-04-15T18:48:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>My virtual role model - Carme Chacon</title><content type='html'>As you could see from my previous posts, I needed some inspiration. Why I work so hard and what I can accomplish as a working Mom.. I thought I had it pretty clear in my head, but sometimes even my dreams get a little cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, our inspirations can come from anywhere.  While reading my routine working Mom blog from Wall Street Journal's&lt;em&gt; the Juggle&lt;/em&gt;, I got to know about this this little lady: Carme Chacon. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189608247313827234" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAUxNIiUBaI/AAAAAAAABSY/TFYTWfPbTcs/s320/juggle_chacon_art_400_20080415103929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is she? She's the new Defense Minister of Spain. She's single and she's 7-months pregnant! Wow. You go girl! I got an instant boost reading about her little career history and it makes me think... If someone like her can handle a job like a Defense Minister while being pregnant, I can surely make my career aspirations come true while tending to a toddler. And unlike her, I'm not doing it alone; I got my support system: My loving husband and my awsome Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to you, Carme. I will probably never get a chance to meet you, but you will forever be my virtual -- working Mom --role model. And how the heck are her thighs so thin when she's 7 months pregnant? I think my ankles were thicker than her thighs while I was 7 months pregnant with Amelia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-573969781758101951?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/573969781758101951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-virtual-role-model-carme-chacon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/573969781758101951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/573969781758101951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-virtual-role-model-carme-chacon.html' title='My virtual role model - Carme Chacon'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAUxNIiUBaI/AAAAAAAABSY/TFYTWfPbTcs/s72-c/juggle_chacon_art_400_20080415103929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-3269866792402679716</id><published>2008-04-14T22:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Swinging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAQNe4iUBXI/AAAAAAAABSA/Kzui5yAlwcs/s1600-h/DSC_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAQNe4iUBXI/AAAAAAAABSA/Kzui5yAlwcs/s320/DSC_0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189287494861194610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAQNfIiUBYI/AAAAAAAABSI/2q1uIf_zjTM/s1600-h/DSC_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAQNfIiUBYI/AAAAAAAABSI/2q1uIf_zjTM/s320/DSC_0056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189287499156161922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAQNfYiUBZI/AAAAAAAABSQ/CD9vyPxRH1g/s1600-h/DSC_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAQNfYiUBZI/AAAAAAAABSQ/CD9vyPxRH1g/s320/DSC_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189287503451129234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20 infant/toddler plastic swing + $75 playground set + many hours of labor by Richard &amp;amp; Brian to assemble the playground set =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most satisfied toddler in swinging her heart out in her backyard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-3269866792402679716?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/3269866792402679716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/swinging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3269866792402679716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3269866792402679716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/swinging.html' title='Swinging'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAQNe4iUBXI/AAAAAAAABSA/Kzui5yAlwcs/s72-c/DSC_0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-3132337909474378817</id><published>2008-04-14T21:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Taking It Easy</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to meet my friend Carolyn yesterday, but we mutually decided to call it off till next weekend.  Our reasons for calling off shows how different our lives are.  She was hung over from the night before, and I was just exhausted doing chores all day and parenting Amelia.  I think in general, I was in a foul mood all weekend.  I had so much to do and just felt like I was on the edge.   Today, Carolyn wrote me back a text message saying "Take it easy this week."  I had to really think about that.  I rarely take it easy anymore.  I'm always working, doing chores, and thinking about what to do next.  I do have to relax at some point otherwise I will break apart.   I can't honestly remember when the last time it was for me to just not have a care in the world and just dance like Amelia does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAQG8oiUBWI/AAAAAAAABR4/I4y1s3oeuUg/s1600-h/DSC_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAQG8oiUBWI/AAAAAAAABR4/I4y1s3oeuUg/s320/DSC_0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189280309380908386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy really needs a vacation.  The working mom blues is hitting me hard lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-3132337909474378817?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/3132337909474378817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/taking-it-easy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3132337909474378817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3132337909474378817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/taking-it-easy.html' title='Taking It Easy'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAQG8oiUBWI/AAAAAAAABR4/I4y1s3oeuUg/s72-c/DSC_0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-285391410766843275</id><published>2008-04-13T13:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Fear Factor:  Lawn Mowing and Vaccuuming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAJFCIiUBVI/AAAAAAAABRw/f8VEUrnvoqg/s1600-h/DSC_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAJFCIiUBVI/AAAAAAAABRw/f8VEUrnvoqg/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188785623637689682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our sweet daughter has a problem.  She is hyper sensitive to a loud noise making machines.  Mainly, she hates lawn mowers and vacuums.  Well, the spring time is here and we tried to clean up the house inside and out.  Little did we know that we would ruin our chance of having peaceful time if we had done both.  Amelia abhors lawn mowing and vacuuming.  She cries incessantly as long as the activity ensues.  She's been like this since she was a baby, so I got in the habit of vacuuming only while she naps.  We don't wear shoes in the house so we really don't track dirt much...hence why I was able to get away with vacuuming only 2 times a week, or sometimes even just once.  Anyway, on Saturday, Brian mowed and trimmed the lawn, which took him about 2 hours total (and the yard looks gorgeous, thanks hubby).  But Amelia was hysterical all that time and there really was nothing I could do to console her.  Yes, Amelia hates lawn mowers.  But must we stop mowing just because our daughter gets upset?  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at Church's toddler class today, since the kids made a mess with cupcakes they had for snacks, one of the Moms decided to hand vacuum.  Amelia would not have it.  It was amazing how calm the other kids were and how upset Amelia was in comparison.  It was almost embarrassing because it almost looked like Amelia was upset because she was not used to vacuuming, hence possibly implying that our house really must not get vacuumed much.  Once that thought reached my head, I felt mortified.  My sister-in-law Rachel once blogged about how she got embarrassed when her son Gabriel didn't know to recognize what an ironing board was (implying that he never sees his parents ironing or something like that).  I felt the same way, except with vacuuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I vow to vacuum at least once every other day.  Regardless of how tired I am and how upset Amelia gets.  I will have success at having Amelia get over her fear of vacuum cleaners by exposing her to it.  No more sneaky vacuuming!   And I will ask Brian to mow and trim the lawn at least twice a month while Amelia is in the house.  We will help our daughter get over her fear factors even if this is really hard on our ears (since she cries and screams in your face while these activities are going on) as it is hard on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-285391410766843275?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/285391410766843275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/fear-factor-lawn-mowing-and-vaccuuming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/285391410766843275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/285391410766843275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/fear-factor-lawn-mowing-and-vaccuuming.html' title='Fear Factor:  Lawn Mowing and Vaccuuming'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAJFCIiUBVI/AAAAAAAABRw/f8VEUrnvoqg/s72-c/DSC_0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-7794157738801183227</id><published>2008-04-12T13:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Backyard Bliss</title><content type='html'>Since December, I've been working two jobs.  My second job is pretty flexible (as in I make my own schedule), but I'm required to work close to 10 hours a week as possible.  So in total, I've been  working on average 50 hours a week and sometimes even more, because my primary job has also been keeping me busy as well.   It dawned on me this week...Spring is finally here.  I started the two job deal in the dead of winter.  Where has time gone?  It's unbelievable how fast time flies when you are super busy.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I've had to work on Saturday mornings lately, but I finally crammed all 10 hours within Mon-Fri this week.  It was not easy, but hooray for weekend just reserved for family time!  Hence why I was able to take these beautiful pictures of Amelia playing in the backyard.  I really don't like to cram and over schedule on weekends anymore.  Being able to enjoy my daughter and capturing her sweet dispositions is the best time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAJEioiUBTI/AAAAAAAABRg/NZYGceVZYnM/s1600-h/DSC_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAJEioiUBTI/AAAAAAAABRg/NZYGceVZYnM/s320/DSC_0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188785082471810354" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAJEioiUBUI/AAAAAAAABRo/qalgWq85QYQ/s1600-h/DSC_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAJEioiUBUI/AAAAAAAABRo/qalgWq85QYQ/s320/DSC_0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188785082471810370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-7794157738801183227?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/7794157738801183227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/backyard-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7794157738801183227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/7794157738801183227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/backyard-bliss.html' title='Backyard Bliss'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SAJEioiUBTI/AAAAAAAABRg/NZYGceVZYnM/s72-c/DSC_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-517256811470850261</id><published>2008-04-07T22:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>First Family Movie Experience</title><content type='html'>On rainy Sunday afternoon, we took Amelia to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr. Seuss' Horton Hears a Who&lt;/span&gt;.  Mind you, this was our very first time taking Amelia to a big theater, so we were very nervous.  She usually does not like dark places and is very sensitive to anything scary.  Upon settling down in the theater, Amelia started crying because she was startled by the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speed Racer &lt;/span&gt;movie preview.  All the surround sound of race car driving just had her nuts.  Being a parent changed me so much.  I would have been very interested in watching the Speed Racer preview had my daughter been OK, but because she was not, I was really appalled and annoyed by the preview.  Once the movie started, Amelia was quite content.  She loved watching the "big elephant" and asking about his every single move &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Whatz ele-fant doin-g?&lt;/span&gt;) and was fascinated with other creatures of the jungle (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woah!  Kan-garoo--we don't know where she learned what a Kangaroo is--! Bloo-n Mon-ky!&lt;/span&gt;).   She also is her father's daughter.  She had a biggest tub of pop corn on her lap and was just gobbling it up as she was watching the movie while sitting on Brian's lap.  Every time we tried to take it away from her, she immediately asked for it back.  Maybe they could enter the father/daughter pop corn eating contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the movie, it was very lovely.  The humor was appropriate for little kiddies but good enough to make parents laugh.  I love that animated movies nowadays are very considerate enough to infuse humor both for parents as well as for the children.  I laughed out loud so many times.  This is definitely one of my recent top animated picks after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;.  It even made me want to cry a little at times because I really loved how nice of a character Horton (Elephant, voiced by Jim Carrie) was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-517256811470850261?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/517256811470850261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-family-movie-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/517256811470850261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/517256811470850261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-family-movie-experience.html' title='First Family Movie Experience'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-697388073604607072</id><published>2008-04-06T21:14:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Amelia and the Tree in Full Bloom</title><content type='html'>Last May, we bought a Cherry blossom tree and got it planted in our front yard. Since Brian and I are blessed with "black thumbs" (meaning everything we plant ourselves usually end up dying), we hired the professionals to come plant it for us. We planted it in commemoration to Amelia and her birth and to mark the growth of Amelia as the tree grew taller and older. Basically, the tree was a gift to our house, so we unofficially started calling it "Amelia Tree." We should have planted it back in 2006, which was the year she was born, but I was way too busy breastfeeding and working, and Brian was fighting his lack of sleep and long commutes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, over the last 11 months, the little skinny tree has grown fatter and taller.  And now for the first time since it's been planted, it's in full bloom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R_l4LrCAbcI/AAAAAAAABCY/x5H6YauPEcA/s1600-h/DSC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R_l4LrCAbcI/AAAAAAAABCY/x5H6YauPEcA/s320/DSC_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186308587818872258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R_l4L7CAbeI/AAAAAAAABCo/Ey2PVp7YZic/s1600-h/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R_l4L7CAbeI/AAAAAAAABCo/Ey2PVp7YZic/s320/DSC_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186308592113839586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how much the tree has grown just makes me think more about how much Amelia has grown and how she also is in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full bloom&lt;/span&gt; of being the happiest two-year old lately :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also attended a co-worker's son's Birthday party on Saturday.  Pictures can be found &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jisoo.beanland/BlakeSBirthdayPartyAtPlaywiseKidsApril52008"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-697388073604607072?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/697388073604607072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/amelias-tree-in-full-bloom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/697388073604607072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/697388073604607072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/amelias-tree-in-full-bloom.html' title='Amelia and the Tree in Full Bloom'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R_l4LrCAbcI/AAAAAAAABCY/x5H6YauPEcA/s72-c/DSC_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-3772718562616273603</id><published>2008-04-04T21:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Back to Basics:  Straight and Straighter</title><content type='html'>After two years of permed/wavy hair, I decided to go back to my roots by going straight (hair, that is):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R_bUPrCAbVI/AAAAAAAABBg/tkTdnmLbNxE/s1600-h/jisoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R_bUPrCAbVI/AAAAAAAABBg/tkTdnmLbNxE/s320/jisoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185565386677972306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how much I missed having straight hair.  Being able to run fingers through it and feeling how silky it is.  It may be a bit more maintenance than my former permed hair, but I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might wonder what kind of process it takes to revert wavy hair back to its natural state of being straight.  Well, the answer is...to perm it!  I know it sounds funny to perm wavy hair to get a straight hair, but basically that's what one has to do to get pin straight hair.  Koreans calls this process &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magic Perm&lt;/span&gt; (because your hair feels like "Magic" afterwards) and Japanese call it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japanese Thermal Straightening Process &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(their lack of imagination on naming their perm kills me)&lt;/span&gt;.  It takes about 3.5 hours at the salon...and make sure to bring your checkbook or a credit card.  This service is not offered at your local hair cuttery!   Beauty takes time, pain, and money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-3772718562616273603?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/3772718562616273603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-basics-straight-and-straighter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3772718562616273603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3772718562616273603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-basics-straight-and-straighter.html' title='Back to Basics:  Straight and Straighter'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R_bUPrCAbVI/AAAAAAAABBg/tkTdnmLbNxE/s72-c/jisoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4932433033345119437</id><published>2008-04-03T20:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.429-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Recommendation:  2 Days in Paris</title><content type='html'>We watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 Days in Paris&lt;/span&gt; starring Julie Delpi and Adam Goldberg recently and we highly recommend it to those who are open-minded politically (preferably more liberal), can take nudity jokes (as well as seeing some sausages), agree that racism exists very badly not just in America, but all over the world, and enjoy very smart, and insightful dialogs (in both French and English).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested?  Then read on.  The story is about a couple who's on their way back from their very uninspiring vacation from Venice.  Delpy, who is a native of Paris, suggests to her very New Yorker boyfriend to stop by Paris for 2 days before returning to the U.S.  From this point on, they just start arguing more than ever (but their bickering is not whiny though and the dialog here is just amazing).  They fight due to language barriers, run-ins with her ex French lovers, on their political views and how they react to it, etc.  Delpy, who wrote, directed and starred in this movie, is marvelous.  I didn't know she was this talented! Now I am a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is funny, insightful, sad, and shows the raw nature of relationship (not just between couples, but with strangers too) and how difficult everything just can be when you come from two very  different cultures and get exposed to its differences all at once.  As a woman who is dating a man of different culture "), I highly agreed with a lot of things these two different characters are going through.  The bottom line is, I really loved it.  It was a very smart and refreshing movie.   I wouldn't recommend it to everyone, but if your criteria fits (see above), do check it out!  And after watching this movie, I realize that French people are not so pretentious after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4932433033345119437?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4932433033345119437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/movie-recommendation-2-days-in-paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4932433033345119437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4932433033345119437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/movie-recommendation-2-days-in-paris.html' title='Movie Recommendation:  2 Days in Paris'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-8222066080264198496</id><published>2008-04-02T20:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Official Move-In (woo hoo) and I'm exhausted</title><content type='html'>Hello.  Did you find my secret, love child?  I'm talking about this blogsite, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time, this bloggy spot had been nothing more than a backup site to my other blog at Xanga.  I originally started blogging here when I was pregnant with Amelia, so I guess this really is my blogging home.  Although it's been neglected and played second fiddle, Blogspot had grown and matured (as in its bloggy features) to the point of me wanting to settle down permanently on here.  Only thing I would desire is for its picture uploading and photo album options to improve (which is why I was favoring Xanga more in the first place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, from now on this is my only blogging home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I'm pretty exhausted tonight.  It's just been non-stop since last week.  The more my body and mind get exhausted, there's also something else I'm accruing inside too: GUILT.  That's right.  I feel guilty that I'm not spending enough time with Amelia.  I have averaged out seeing her about 1.5 hours a day.  It's pretty dang pathetic.  Don't they call this Working Mom Syndrome?  While other families are happy to expand theirs by awaiting the birth of second child (or starting the adoption process for a second child :D), I'm just wondering how the heck I'm supposed to ever see my second child (if I ever have another one) when I don't even see enough of my first and only one so far.  All I feel is guilt lately.  My love for my career is conflicting with my love for my child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-8222066080264198496?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/8222066080264198496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/official-move-in-woo-hoo-and-im.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8222066080264198496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8222066080264198496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/04/official-move-in-woo-hoo-and-im.html' title='Official Move-In (woo hoo) and I&apos;m exhausted'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-8256807940853351143</id><published>2008-03-27T21:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wii'/><title type='text'>Our Little Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>Like I said in my last post, we've been sort of obsessed with playing Guitar Hero.  Amelia decided to join on the fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/4b7c9180989552/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0033" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x4b.xanga.com/7c9c7756c8232180989552/z138371145.jpg" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/71225180989555/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0032" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x71.xanga.com/225c654a35034180989555/z138371148.jpg" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's jamming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-8256807940853351143?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/8256807940853351143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-little-guitar-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8256807940853351143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8256807940853351143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-little-guitar-hero.html' title='Our Little Guitar Hero'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-8725816947397887585</id><published>2008-03-22T21:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maryland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter Egg Hunting'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter Egg Hunting at Maryland Zoo</title><content type='html'>Even though it was a bit chilly, Amelia was all armed and ready to go in her winter coat.&lt;br /&gt;Complete with the bunny ears:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/36aa3179876489/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0001" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x36.xanga.com/aa3c8bf721436179876489/z137393426.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/b6ece179876636/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0013" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xb6.xanga.com/ecec976216137179876636/z137393552.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/f9970179876637/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0011" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xf9.xanga.com/970c9af753737179876637/z137393553.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/7d366179876634/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0020" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x7d.xanga.com/366c64f416134179876634/z137393550.jpg" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia loved eating her prized chocolate which she traded after hunting for 5 different types of Easter Eggs.  Ahh...but it was so worth it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/ec8b8179876647/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0025" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xec.xanga.com/8b8c836116037179876647/z137393562.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/eacf0179876650/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0026" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xea.xanga.com/cf0c66fb16034179876650/z137393565.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly like an eagle, Amelia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/c5b18179876652/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0039" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xc5.xanga.com/b18c916116034179876652/z137393567.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hunting, we walked around the zoo and enjoyed seeing all the animals.  It was a lucky day for us.  Almost all the animals were all wide awake from their naps and very active.  We had such a fun time, we decided to buy an yearly membership.  Afterall, how could you not want to go back after seeing a face like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/fec36179877013/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0075" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xfe.xanga.com/c36c716045232179877013/z137393436.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the zoo pictures are &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jisoo.beanland/Easter2008AtMarylandZoo?pli=1" target="_new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-8725816947397887585?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/8725816947397887585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-egg-hunting-at-maryland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8725816947397887585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/8725816947397887585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-egg-hunting-at-maryland.html' title='Happy Easter Egg Hunting at Maryland Zoo'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-2225796701427565270</id><published>2008-03-18T22:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Stay At Home Mom for a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R-CAos_X0EI/AAAAAAAAA8g/aOU_DgQXZMM/s1600-h/DSC_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R-CAos_X0EI/AAAAAAAAA8g/aOU_DgQXZMM/s320/DSC_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179281008236154946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R-CArM_X0FI/AAAAAAAAA8o/kLk6Wv-qArw/s1600-h/DSC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R-CArM_X0FI/AAAAAAAAA8o/kLk6Wv-qArw/s320/DSC_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179281051185827922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R-CArc_X0GI/AAAAAAAAA8w/9bTAjyrHPAk/s1600-h/DSC_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R-CArc_X0GI/AAAAAAAAA8w/9bTAjyrHPAk/s320/DSC_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179281055480795234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capturing moments of Amelia watching Curious George in the morning.  I wonder how anyone could look this expressive watching a cartoon.  This is why children are so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I stayed home today was because my Mom actually suffered an injury yesterday.  Amelia almost fell down the steps head first so my Mom lunged to catch her and ended up twisting her right wrist.  Thanks for God (through my Mom), Amelia is completely fine.  My mom's wrist was sprained pretty badly, hence why I suggested she take a day off.  Her dedication to my child is what keeps me feeling relieved.  Thank you Mom, for everything you've done and what you do everyday while Brian and I are at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-2225796701427565270?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/2225796701427565270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/stay-at-home-mom-for-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2225796701427565270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2225796701427565270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/stay-at-home-mom-for-day.html' title='Stay At Home Mom for a Day'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/R-CAos_X0EI/AAAAAAAAA8g/aOU_DgQXZMM/s72-c/DSC_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-3860661706803319071</id><published>2008-03-17T22:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baltimore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museum'/><title type='text'>A Day at the Museum</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, we decided to take our budding artist to Baltimore Museum of Art.  First, we had to feed our tummies so we could truly appreciate the meaning of art.  We went to Paper Moon Cafe in Baltimore, which is very well known for its eclectic and artsy decorations.  I used to come to this place a lot during college years, when I was an art major and hopelessly broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/cf49d178948596/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0079" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xcf.xanga.com/49dc801642537178948596/s136584624.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/cf0a8178948592/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0063" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xcf.xanga.com/0a8c641505734178948592/s136584620.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia thought the cafe was neat too.  Neat collection of pez dispensers had her hooked before even entering the dining room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/07369178948598/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0075" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x07.xanga.com/369f121602536178948598/s136584626.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/fe6f6178948755/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0066" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xfe.xanga.com/6f6c971a08037178948755/s136584750.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/f7875178948600/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0086" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xf7.xanga.com/875c70e105732178948600/s136584628.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/9d127178948626/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0081" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x9d.xanga.com/127c93e105134178948626/s136584652.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia thought it was rocking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/829ef178948601/photo.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/829ef178948601/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0090" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x82.xanga.com/9efc741642535178948601/z136584629.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were off to the museum to view some real art.  Amelia was given a notepad and colored pencils and were quite content in her stroller.  She was an eager artist, treating me like her assistant asking for different colored pencils.  "Mommy, O-renge!  Red!  Bloo!"  I'm so glad she knows her colors well but did not appreciate having to hand colored pencils, navigate stroller, and try to enjoy art at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/8b967178949047/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0099" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x8b.xanga.com/967c671617234178949047/s136585018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/26266178949042/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0093" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x26.xanga.com/266c471a10c32178949042/s136585013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was just casually strolling enjoying art more than I did..oh wait, maybe he was just thinking about getting to the next level on Guitar Hero:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/30b3b178949056/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0097" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x30.xanga.com/b3bc661677234178949056/s136585027.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/9900b178949053/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0103" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x99.xanga.com/00bc70e210c32178949053/s136585024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/24edd178949050/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0102" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x24.xanga.com/eddc421610c33178949050/s136585021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/2d927178949058/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0098" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x2d.xanga.com/927c901637234178949058/s136585029.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a two year old, Amelia was quite well-behaved at the museum overall.  But when we went into the most popular exhibit of the month displaying the photography works from celebrated artists circa 1900-1960, Amelia decided it was time for Karaoke.    Instead of displaying her appreciation for the arts, she started showing off how much she loves music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia:  Happy Birthday TO YOOOOOOOOOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Amelia!  Shhhhhh, it's nobody's Birthday today.  Shhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amelia:  Twinkle, Twinkle, Birthday!!!!!!!  Oh~ Bloo Colo-r!  Blaaaack!  White Colo-r!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never navigated through an exhibition faster than that.  So our first experience with Amelia at the museum was more "Amazing Race" than anything, but I'm still happy with the turn out.  I think next time we will visit Walters Museum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-3860661706803319071?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/3860661706803319071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-at-museum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3860661706803319071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3860661706803319071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-at-museum.html' title='A Day at the Museum'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-420457736075302601</id><published>2008-03-17T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>It's Wonderful Life to be a Mother of a Two Year Old</title><content type='html'>By the title, one would expect for me to be sarcastic.  But no, I'm truly grateful that Amelia is two and I'm loving every minute of it.  Everyone I had known had warned me about terrible twos stage.  I was secretly anxious of how bad Amelia would turn out as a two year old.  The fact is, she has been a very sensitive, reserved child around strangers and strange surroundings since she was six months old.  Amelia was developmentally faster than any child Id known, so it was no surprise she started experiencing stranger anxiety and separation anxiety much earlier than other children her age as well.  Her anxiety would get to the point that would totally exasperate me.  I'm an extrovert by nature, so it was upsetting not being able to take her to new places and meet new people for a while.  That was, until she turned two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent two months since she turned two, Amelia, the once shy girl around strangers, did a complete 180 on us.  She understands us much better now and she's actually friendly to strangers.  The ultimate show and tell signs of her transformation was when we took her to my coworker Jim's son's baby shower yesterday, and Amelia mingled right in without any hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is just hanging out with my other coworker, Yon-suk.  6 months ago, Amelia would not even let Yon-suk come within 6 feet of her, let alone hold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/8e039178770100/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0003" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x8e.xanga.com/039c263537130178770100/z136429806.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/e3808178770223/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0058" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe3.xanga.com/808c573039633178770223/z136429910.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just happy beside herself running around Jim and Chung's beautiful backyard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/e2029178770105/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0016" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe2.xanga.com/029c573537133178770105/z136429811.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even had a Koi pond, which Amelia loved.  She loves fish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/0b067178770215/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0004" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x0b.xanga.com/067c433b39733178770215/z136429903.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/6a4c3178770220/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0050" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x6a.xanga.com/4c3c503439630178770220/z136429907.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made friend with a four year old boy and they ran around chasing each other:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/792f3178770114/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0062" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x79.xanga.com/2f3c563737133178770114/z136429820.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/35407178770222/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0055" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x35.xanga.com/407c423206433178770222/z136429909.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out Jim was turning 60 the next day, so the baby shower was actually his birthday party too.  Happy Birthday Jim!  Boy, there are a lot of birthdays in March &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/winky.gif" /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/ecea2178770106/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0034" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xec.xanga.com/ea2c433274533178770106/z136429814.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever the action was, Amelia had to be there.  She demanded she wanted his "60" candle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/5fc07178770295/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0035" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x5f.xanga.com/c07c613bc1734178770295/z136429963.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the happy soon to be parents, Ella and Jay, opening presents.  Amelia again wanted to be in on the action again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/37dd8178770109/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0041" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x37.xanga.com/dd8c733234732178770109/z136429815.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our small gifts to the future parents.  They are expecting a little boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/5dcca178770113/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0048" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x5d.xanga.com/ccac5b3214733178770113/z136429819.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm finally proud to say that Amelia is over her stranger anxiety!  She is now the life of a party and loves mingling with people.  She now walks in the room and says, "Hi people" and loves leading them by hand.  It turns out, Amelia turning two was the most wonderful thing for her anxiety after all.  This is why I'm so happy to be a mother of a two year old mother.  Amelia, thanks for being "the wonderful two", from bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/e6e4a178770683/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0039" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe6.xanga.com/e4ac453202132178770683/z136430307.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-420457736075302601?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/420457736075302601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-wonderful-life-to-be-mother-of-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/420457736075302601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/420457736075302601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-wonderful-life-to-be-mother-of-two.html' title='It&apos;s Wonderful Life to be a Mother of a Two Year Old'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-3516547062162187618</id><published>2008-03-11T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Is it too late to apologize?</title><content type='html'>On Sunday night, I let my attitude get a hold of me and ruined someone's Birthday.  I didn't agree with something and thought my action at the time was justified.  But because of it, I made someone else feel very uncomfortable and upset, especially on that person's Birthday.  I think part of that came over me because I had heard something during my Birthday dinner that transpired my action on Sunday (it's meant to be cryptic!  no more explanation..sorry).  Anyhow, that doesn't at all justify my wrong doing and acting like a butt hole surfer looking to ride on a revenge tidal wave (wow I'm poetic!  I should really quit my day job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, really, sorry, Richard.  I'm thankful for all you have done for us individually and how happy you make my sister.  I know I make her very unhappy at times (like on Sunday), but thank God you are around to bring back the balance.  I hope you can accept my apology.  I really wasn't even thinking about whether I was offending you or not because I was that caught up in my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  Our doors also thank you for the beautiful upgrade on the accessories and patching up the damage on the storm door frame.  I'm not cutting down my husband, but who knows how long it would have taken him if he had to do all this by himself?  Thank you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/e633e177901992/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0016" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe6.xanga.com/33ec742245335177901992/z135679416.jpg" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/8ce7c177901995/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0015" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x8c.xanga.com/e7cc6a5742134177901995/z135679419.jpg" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/34150177901997/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0014" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x34.xanga.com/150c652245334177901997/z135679421.jpg" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-3516547062162187618?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/3516547062162187618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-too-late-to-apologize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3516547062162187618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/3516547062162187618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-it-too-late-to-apologize.html' title='Is it too late to apologize?'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-5911242623051401108</id><published>2008-03-05T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>A Girl's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/0bbd3176932093/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0003" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x0b.xanga.com/bd3c536605433176932093/z134842122.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/1fbfd176932035/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0002" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x1f.xanga.com/bfdc576201133176932035/z134842069.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/30204176932644/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0002" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x30.xanga.com/204c5a6711133176932644/z134842610.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the two-day early Birthday gift, honey.  I know you wanted me to wait to open it till Saturday, but I couldn't wait.  They are simply beautiful.  I will wear it everyday.  I love you and thanks for paying attention to my rant on the blog!  I am going to get you that Wii &amp;amp; Guitar Hero..if I can find where to buy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-5911242623051401108?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/5911242623051401108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/girls-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5911242623051401108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5911242623051401108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/03/girls-best-friend.html' title='A Girl&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4180336402427167188</id><published>2008-02-26T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia sayings'/><title type='text'>How to Make a Baby Boy</title><content type='html'>Ever since posting my blog about baby boy names, I've been getting a lot of tips on how to "actually make a baby boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the advices I have gotten so far  and I would rate each one on their credentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom :  You have to be an early bird.  You have to "do it" first thing in the crack of dawn; "doing it" at night results in girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's credential:  Sorry Mom, but you had three girls so your credential is very low.  If you were right, then all the Moms of boys are either insomniacs or cheery morning bird types, which I am neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MIL:  You have to do it later in your cycle.  You have to "do it" like right before your period starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL's credential:  She did have two boys (including my husband), so she must know what she's talking about a little bit, right?  The later in the cycle is means the eggs are further down fallopian tubes then compared to the beginning of the cycle, so this is advantageous for "boy" sperms who can swim to eggs faster but cannot swim for a long time like "girl" sperms can.  The more I think about this, the more it makes sense, actually.  Thanks for the advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SIL:  Same comment as my MIL.  Hm, I wonder if her Mom told this to her as well??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friend:  Get the ovulation kit and "do it" on the day the stick indicator is at its brightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend's credential:  One boy and one girl.  So it's like 50/50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;My daughter, Amelia:  Mommy, make bro-der (brother).  Make baby.  Make Play-doe (Playdoh).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the advices, Amelia's is the easiest and the best one.  Why wouldn't I make a baby boy out of Playdoh?  Why, I can make one in each color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/15bd2175553083/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="playdoh" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x15.xanga.com/bd2c52e058633175553083/z133683380.jpg" width="170" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/d40fc175553086/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="playdoh2" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xd4.xanga.com/0fcc43eb58132175553086/z133683382.jpg" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4180336402427167188?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4180336402427167188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-make-baby-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4180336402427167188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4180336402427167188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-make-baby-boy.html' title='How to Make a Baby Boy'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-1582802921475694595</id><published>2008-02-18T21:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richmond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Visiting Richmond</title><content type='html'>This weekend, we ventured out to our very first sleepover at Kevin, Rachel and Gabriel's house in Richmond, Virginia.  Rachel, my sister-in-law, was gracious enough to host us even though it was her 27th Birthday on Saturday.  We had wonderful time getting to know the street they live in and the town they call home, Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;Soon upon our arrival, Amelia's cousin, Gabriel, greeted her with open arms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/9cdbc174401473/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0004" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x9c.xanga.com/dbcc507636733174401473/z132696959.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Kevin, Rachel, and her best friend Kasane, led us through the streets of Richmond to a cool, hip down town area called Carytown, where we had casual lunch.  There was a funky house that captured my attention with their overzealous appreciation for Christianity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/5d4ad174401493/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0032" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x5d.xanga.com/4adc5641d9d33174401493/z132696975.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids were safely transported to and fro with the hippest red wagon around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/d1929174401487/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0018" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xd1.xanga.com/929c4340d9032174401487/z132696972.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/70e9b174401497/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0035" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x70.xanga.com/e9bc727556335174401497/z132696979.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and with their children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/33a02174401507/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0070" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x33.xanga.com/a02c567546233174401507/z132696988.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids enjoying nice upper 60+ degree weather in Richmond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/f1c40174401503/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0050" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xf1.xanga.com/c40c3a42d9c30174401503/z132696984.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite picture to date during the trip.  Thank you, Nikon D40:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/e5492174401878/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0075" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe5.xanga.com/492c4576c4735174401878/z132697284.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nice afternoon stroll and outing, Kevin and Rachel wowed us by treating us to home-cooked meal from the scratch.  We also celebrated Rachel's 27th Birthday afterwards.  Amelia must have sung "Happy Birthday Rachel" about 15 times.  Here's to the happy family and a very appreciated mother/wife, Rachel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/5d6a5174401879/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0079" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x5d.xanga.com/6a5c737544735174401879/z132697285.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the children splashed around the tub:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/a7e34174401883/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0100" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xa7.xanga.com/e34c5b76c4732174401883/z132697289.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ended the night with lots of reading (courtesy of Rachel) and hugs and kisses from Gabriel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/2afee174401886/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0129" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x2a.xanga.com/feec404047132174401886/z132697292.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning, we had wonderful brunch at Kevin &amp;amp; Rachel's favorite restaurant Buddy's.  Again, the kids got to travel in the cool, red wagon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/4b1f3174401891/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0137" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x4b.xanga.com/1f3c564047133174401891/z132697297.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brunch, we went to the playground of Gabriel's future elementary school and let all the kids, including the two daddys, just run around and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/7f47e174402058/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0153" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x7f.xanga.com/47ec2a7568d33174402058/z132697418.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/1b875174402053/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0152" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x1b.xanga.com/875c324051d31174402053/z132697415.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/ab0d2174402052/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0151" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xab.xanga.com/0d2852e5d4138174402052/z132697414.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/15dee174402066/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0172" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x15.xanga.com/deec237629530174402066/z132697424.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During play, Amelia got herself an admirer who fancied her and followed her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/4f07e174402072/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0174" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x4f.xanga.com/07ec364752031174402072/z132697427.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...he followed her around a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/8c21d174402084/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0175" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x8c.xanga.com/21dc3b4153430174402084/z132697433.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to say goodbye but we had to get back to our own lives in Baltimore.  So we kissed everyone and Amelia got another special one last hug from Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/423a4174401888/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0130" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x42.xanga.com/3a4c7276c4735174401888/z132697294.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing them together makes me want to have two kids more everyday&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;.  Thanks for the wonderful time, Kevin &amp;amp; Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, there are more pictures found &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jisoo.beanland/VisitingRichmondSueSunSVisit?pli=1" target="_new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-1582802921475694595?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/1582802921475694595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/02/visiting-richmond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/1582802921475694595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/1582802921475694595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/02/visiting-richmond.html' title='Visiting Richmond'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-12032223455692720</id><published>2008-02-14T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Tower of Love</title><content type='html'>I got a very surprising Valentine's Day gift today.  I know my lovely husband was going to get something for me even though I have told him that buying Nikon D40 camera was sufficient for me.  My two-year old gave me her first Valentine's Day gift built with Legos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/6702f173702052/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0005" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x67.xanga.com/02f8251b74c38173702052/z132083364.jpg" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I cannot believe she built this thing all by herself.  I'm jut so impressed.  I will proudly call this the Tower of Love.  Next to Tower of Love, you can see a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates Brian got me for V-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love both of you!  (Brian not shown in the picture since he's the one who took this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/6ee11173702054/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0002" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x6e.xanga.com/e11c324a33331173702054/z132083366.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-12032223455692720?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/12032223455692720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/02/tower-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/12032223455692720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/12032223455692720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/02/tower-of-love.html' title='Tower of Love'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-2760494884865292247</id><published>2008-02-10T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playwise kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playdate'/><title type='text'>A Weekend in life of Amelia</title><content type='html'>This weekend revolved around keeping Amelia entertained with activities that would not drive us completely nuts.  My friend Binnie recommended Playwise Kids, a huge indoor gymnasium full of fun kids-friendly activities, so we decided to check it out over the weekend.  I asked Brian to take her in and stay there a couple of hours while I snuck in a couple hours of my part-time work on Saturday (yeah I'm kind of working two jobs right now.  But I actually enjoy the second job and the pay is good, so I don't mind it except I feel guilty about being away from Brian and Amelia).  I met up with them after two hours, and Amelia was just tickled with fun.&lt;br /&gt;Amelia got to climb through the tunnels and come down the slides on her tummy for 30+ minutes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/7ae92173020746/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0012" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x7a.xanga.com/e92c232026330173020746/z131488528.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/0ceb9173020750/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0020" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x0c.xanga.com/eb98240630738173020750/z131488532.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got to draw on a wall of chalk board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/6ef27173020752/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0026" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x6e.xanga.com/f27c0a2b29d31173020752/z131488534.jpg" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia contemplates whether she is responsible for erasing all her drawings on the wall as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/acb5a173020759/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0027" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xac.xanga.com/b5ac252066333173020759/z131488541.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also got to shop her heart out in a mock grocery store area:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/404b1173020760/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0030" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x40.xanga.com/4b182b0630738173020760/z131488542.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/e868d173020843/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0036" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe8.xanga.com/68dc362077631173020843/z131488618.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a big area where she could shoot basketball and such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/e1db7173020847/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0038" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe1.xanga.com/db7c233230030173020847/z131488622.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Amelia and Brian both had a great time I did not feel so guilty working on a Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, it was my Dad's 70th Birthday.  We had a great meat at Mongolian Grill to celebrate the occasion.  Then we ate great cheese cakes.  Amelia was just dying to bury her face in the cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/ad25b173020849/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0041" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xad.xanga.com/25bc2b2017633173020849/z131488624.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/19419173020851/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0045" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x19.xanga.com/419c0b2a30031173020851/z131488626.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done doing all the fun stuff, the weekend was finally coming to an end.  And our most dreaded hour of the evening was coming up, which is an hour before Amelia's bed time.  Usually around this time, both Brian and I are usually tired from all the days work and just want to sit on the couch and do nothing.  Amelia, on the other hand, gets a burst of energy and tortures us with her endless demands of entertaining her before she retires for the night.&lt;br /&gt;Like in this shot, she looks cute, but she's actually getting ready to bite Brian's poor foot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/7eb1e173020854/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0048" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x7e.xanga.com/b1ec232017630173020854/z131488629.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she demands Brian to continuously dangle her over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/6b48a173020948/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0079" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x6b.xanga.com/48ac5020c7d33173020948/z131488718.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/63c98173022226/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0075" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x63.xanga.com/c98c322ac6031173022226/z131489841.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/cbfff173022227/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0076" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xcb.xanga.com/fffc3632c6031173022227/z131489842.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/33a79173020857/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0064" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x33.xanga.com/a79c263230030173020857/z131488632.jpg" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Brian finally give up dangling her because his arms are about to come out of sockets, she demands that I chase her and she chases me for next 15 minutes or so.  With last 15 minutes to bedtime and desperately out of things to entertain her with, we pull out our last card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a portrait of a Desperate Dad trying to entertain his daughter with silly face.  He's my father of the year.  My hero:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/180f0173020955/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0083" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x18.xanga.com/0f0c212067d30173020955/z131488725.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian, does your face hurt after you do that&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-2760494884865292247?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/2760494884865292247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-in-life-of-amelia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2760494884865292247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2760494884865292247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-in-life-of-amelia.html' title='A Weekend in life of Amelia'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-1623506911725860836</id><published>2008-02-05T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Bowl'/><title type='text'>Goodbye and Hello</title><content type='html'>Dear Fuji,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have served us well for past two years.  You were there to capture Amelia's birth and all the countless memories for past two years.  Unfortunately, you are getting older, and your life span/bettery is getting shorter and shorter.  We give you full 10 hours to rest/charge but you are only able to perform optimally for maybe 10-15 minutes.  It was sad for us to see you degenerate as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/37133172167655/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0048" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x37.xanga.com/133c557671232172167655/z130763486.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go bigger and better and find you a partner who can take over your most important duty.   Say hello to NIKON DSLR D40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/afd1c172167673/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8887" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xaf.xanga.com/d1cc514326533172167673/z130763493.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuji, you should be proud.  You took a picture of Nikon beautifully although you couldn't help controlling your nearly-too-bright flash going off.  You are a fine point-and-shooter, but you just aren't DSLR.  You were the best small camera we've ever had and we promise to occasionally use you still.  Especially when I'm carrying a cute, smaller purse and Nikon won't fit in there.  You will always be our most slender camera to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikon was able to capture this beautiful portrait of Amelia.  Nikon seems to really know its stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/fce64172167682/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0032" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xfc.xanga.com/e64c207426430172167682/z130763501.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Nikon was also there to capture the very sad moment in history from the first day on its job...yes, it was there to capture the most unfortunate defeat of the Patriots against the Giants on Sunday night.  Here is the picture of our sad, sad cake commemorating Patriot's perfect record during the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/22813172167675/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC_0046" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x22.xanga.com/813c437662d32172167675/z130763495.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, Brian, aka the Super Patriots fan, is doing alright.  He was a bit shell-shocked but he will live. I felt his pain when he muttered, "I would have traded 4 losses during their regular season to see them win.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-1623506911725860836?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/1623506911725860836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-bye-and-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/1623506911725860836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/1623506911725860836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-bye-and-hello.html' title='Goodbye and Hello'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4867572757285557594</id><published>2008-01-29T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible two'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>2 year old portrait session:  Sum of All Fears</title><content type='html'>Since Amelia was too sick to actually take an official 2 year old portrait during her Birthday weekend, we figured we would get it out of the way last weekend.  Brian and I had not been particurally fond of taking Amelia to get her formal portraits done.  Except for when she was at the studio for her 100th day portrait, all the other ones have been pretty difficult.  It was difficult in that Amelia never seemed to want to cooperate and take a picture in the camera.  This was like that for her 1st Christmas Portrait taken with extended family (Dec 2006), her 18-month portrait (Aug 2007; we never even got one salvageable picture), and 22nd-month fall portrait (Nov 2007; although she somehow turned it around last 5 minutes and we got amazing photos).  So needless to say, we were dreading it.  But we were armed with all the bribery.  First, we gave her a "horsey-ride" on the merry-go-round in the mall.  She loved it.  Then we fed her ice cream.  She was tickled with her love and appreciation for us (or at least we like to think so).  Throughout these events, we kept reminding her the reason we are doing all this is to get her to take some good pictures in the studio and all she had to do was smile and do a little "cheese."  She nodded encouragingly and really seemed to understand us.  So we enter our studio and Amelia just happens to remind of us what we had been forgetting all along.  That she is TWO and she was going to let us know how TERRIBLE that could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*details edited for grotesque realism of terrible Two behavior.  We don't want to scare away all the budding parents to be who have not experienced it yet.  Those of you with older kids, you probably already know how bad it is.  Yeah, it was that bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..in the end, 38 minutes later (which felt like an eternity)..  We walked away with two beautiful portraits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/e9993170991884/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Amelia 2 year portrait headshot" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe9.xanga.com/993c405b54735170991884/z129770222.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/22b6c170991900/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Amelia 2 year portrait with heart" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x22.xanga.com/b6cc235b54130170991900/z129770236.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how a child so angelic in these photos could have been testing sum of all parents' fears just moments before.  The photographer, Jesci, who worked with her was wonderfully patient and marvellous.  I wanted to give her a hug afterwards.  As we were walking out, Jesci the photographer said that working in a children's photo studio is like THE BEST BIRTH CONTROL EVER.  Oops, I guess she doesn't love it as much as she prentends to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4867572757285557594?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4867572757285557594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-year-old-portrait-session-sum-of-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4867572757285557594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4867572757285557594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-year-old-portrait-session-sum-of-all.html' title='2 year old portrait session:  Sum of All Fears'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-9114091776120808937</id><published>2008-01-29T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:03:25.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible two'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portrait'/><title type='text'>2 year old portrait session:  Sum of All Fears</title><content type='html'>Since Amelia was too sick to actually take an official 2 year old portrait during her Birthday weekend, we figured we would get it out of the way last weekend.  Brian and I had not been particurally fond of taking Amelia to get her formal portraits done.  Except for when she was at the studio for her 100th day portrait, all the other ones have been pretty difficult.  It was difficult in that Amelia never seemed to want to cooperate and take a picture in the camera.  This was like that for her 1st Christmas Portrait taken with extended family (Dec 2006), her 18-month portrait (Aug 2007; we never even got one salvageable picture), and 22nd-month fall portrait (Nov 2007; although she somehow turned it around last 5 minutes and we got amazing photos).  So needless to say, we were dreading it.  But we were armed with all the bribery.  First, we gave her a "horsey-ride" on the merry-go-round in the mall.  She loved it.  Then we fed her ice cream.  She was tickled with her love and appreciation for us (or at least we like to think so).  Throughout these events, we kept reminding her the reason we are doing all this is to get her to take some good pictures in the studio and all she had to do was smile and do a little "cheese."  She nodded encouragingly and really seemed to understand us.  So we enter our studio and Amelia just happens to remind of us what we had been forgetting all along.  That she is TWO and she was going to let us know how TERRIBLE that could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*details edited for grotesque realism of terrible Two behavior.  We don't want to scare away all the budding parents to be who have not experienced it yet.  Those of you with older kids, you probably already know how bad it is.  Yeah, it was that bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..in the end, 38 minutes later which felt like an eternity.  We walked away with two beautiful portraits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/e9993170991884/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Amelia 2 year portrait headshot" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe9.xanga.com/993c405b54735170991884/z129770222.jpg" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/22b6c170991900/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Amelia 2 year portrait with heart" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x22.xanga.com/b6cc235b54130170991900/z129770236.jpg" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how a child so angelic in these photos could have been testing sum of all parents' fears just moments before.  The photographer, Jesci, who worked with her was wonderfully patient and marvellous.  I wanted to give her a hug afterwards.  As we were walking out, Jesci the photographer said that working in a children's photo studio is like THE BEST BIRTH CONTROL EVER.  Oops, I guess she doesn't love it as much as she prentends to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-9114091776120808937?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/9114091776120808937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-year-old-portrait-session-sum-of-all_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/9114091776120808937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/9114091776120808937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-year-old-portrait-session-sum-of-all_29.html' title='2 year old portrait session:  Sum of All Fears'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4534808210694230349</id><published>2008-01-26T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Congratulations and Bouncing Pigtails</title><content type='html'>We had a very busy Saturday.  First, we went out to have lunch with our friends Seth and his wife Kim.  Seth and I've known each other since 9th Grade.  Every time we met them, we were always wondering when they would have a child of their own because we thought they would make such cool parents.  And today, they broke the news:  THEY ARE EXPECTING THEIR FIRST CHILD IN MARCH!  We were so happy for them.  They are going to make it a surprise on the sex of their baby.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Seth &amp;amp; Kim!  You guys are going to make such wonderful parents &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/2b139170518300/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8820" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x2b.xanga.com/139c050b56431170518300/z129369619.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all chilling at Barnes and Noble's children's book are and Amelia made friends with a 4-year old boy named Frankie.  He was so sweet to her and tried to teach her how to jump properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/a2862170518301/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8828" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xa2.xanga.com/862c000356431170518301/z129369620.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we headed to Airmana to attend our friend Binnie and Marcus's daughter Natalie's second birthday party.  Even though Amelia has just been there last Saturday to attend Alyssa's party, she was again shy for first 10 minutes.  But then she started bouncing around and her pigtails would not stop bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/c1549170518308/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8849" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xc1.xanga.com/549c2a0343433170518308/s129369625.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/a29a3170518310/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8853" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xa2.xanga.com/9a3c0a0556631170518310/s129369627.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/13daf170518393/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8864" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x13.xanga.com/dafc570758432170518393/s129369692.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/36284170518811/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8852" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x36.xanga.com/28482b4476408170518811/s129370001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's us with Birthday girl, Natalie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/d810a170518307/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8841" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xd8.xanga.com/10ac263ac3433170518307/z129369624.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's little brother Andrew was content on watching the party from the sideline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/55b78170518305/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8831" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x55.xanga.com/b78c340556630170518305/z129369622.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Natalie was just having a time of her life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/35471170518386/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8858" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x35.xanga.com/471c473ad4d35170518386/z129369686.jpg" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her "boyfriend" Cayden wanted to hold her hand but she decided to be coy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/1ef1d170518392/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8861" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x1e.xanga.com/f1dc530158432170518392/z129369691.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was OK with posing with her mama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/2bfe6170518390/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8860" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x2b.xanga.com/fe6c263a58533170518390/z129369690.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Birthday Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/15652170518398/photo.html"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/15652170518398/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8872" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x15.xanga.com/652c760355534170518398/s129369696.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/32f4c170518396/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8867" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x32.xanga.com/f4cc453ac4c35170518396/s129369695.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Saturday was once again filled with laughter and too much fun.  Who's complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/13daf170518393/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8864" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://x13.xanga.com/dafc570758432170518393/s129369692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/5075a170519185/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8821" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x50.xanga.com/75ac350576630170519185/s129370302.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4534808210694230349?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4534808210694230349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/01/congratulations-and-bouncing-pigtails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4534808210694230349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4534808210694230349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/01/congratulations-and-bouncing-pigtails.html' title='Congratulations and Bouncing Pigtails'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-4442934056581721561</id><published>2008-01-20T21:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Alyssa's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Amelia is now completely over her cold and has been healthier and happier child than ever.  We missed our happy daughter so much.  I wouldn't have to tear up watching my daughter suffer anymore.  Since Amelia got better, we were able to keep our schedule of attending my co-worker Dave's daughter Alyssa's Birthday Party at &lt;a href="http://airmania-funzone.com/" target="_new"&gt;Airmania&lt;/a&gt;.  Airmania was an indoor gymnasium full of crazy moonbounces, slides and all around bounce around zone.  Being a kid at heart, Brian and I immediately took a liking to this place which was also very fun for adults as well.  Our more precocious daughter; however, was a bit more reserved than us since she's never experienced such place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia took a very careful step inside the bounce zone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/125e8169665870/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8774" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x12.xanga.com/5e8c725b45634169665870/z128645297.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even wondered what she was really supposed to do here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/33ad7169665871/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8776" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x33.xanga.com/ad7c762345634169665871/z128645298.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dad showed her how to bounce (check out him bouncing with one-hand hold!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/8d94d169665878/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8778" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x8d.xanga.com/94dc6652d2437169665878/z128645305.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia began to warm up to the idea of bouncing and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/2c71c169665882/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8781" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x2c.xanga.com/71cc705232434169665882/z128645309.jpg" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, we pulled out the big guns and showed her to come down the big, bad slide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/30773169665884/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8791" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x30.xanga.com/773c735545634169665884/z128645311.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the rest was a fun 1.5 hours filled with sliding, bouncing, and jumping.  We definitely had so much fun (perhaps more so than Amelia) and we are also glad Amelia came around and liked the place too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dave &amp;amp; Amanda for inviting us!  Happy Second Birthday to precious Alyssa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/755e7169665888/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCF8790" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x75.xanga.com/5e7c6552d2437169665888/z128645315.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia will be lucky enough to head back to Airmania this Saturday because she got invited another Birthday Party.  We are actually glad to go back as well.  More bouncing fun!  Better cardio exercise than sweating on an elliptical for an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-4442934056581721561?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/4442934056581721561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/01/alyssas-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4442934056581721561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/4442934056581721561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/01/alyssas-birthday-party.html' title='Alyssa&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-5894588674516965284</id><published>2008-01-12T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Amelia!</title><content type='html'>Dear Amelia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just cannot believe you are two years old already.  You are our joy and pride.  You make us smile and love you even more everyday.  You have changed us for the better and we cannot imagine lives without you.  I know you will continue to bless our lives because you are our miracle child.  We were going to throw you a big party tomorrow with all your little friends, but you got  sick yesterday so we decided to scale back the party.  You will still have all your family there to celebrate and your favorite cousin Gabriel would be there too.   We promise to reschedule your party.  Perhaps we can invite your Church friends too?&lt;br /&gt;Please get better my dear.  When you smile, we smile, and when you are sick and upset..we still try to smile, because we want to stay strong for you.  But inside we ache so much when you are in pain.  Can you make me one promise and be better tomorrow?  We love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/4490d164517206/photo.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/a9430164517212/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Laundry Day4" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xa9.xanga.com/4308202618208164517212/z124206142.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses with all our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-5894588674516965284?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/5894588674516965284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-amelia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5894588674516965284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/5894588674516965284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-amelia.html' title='Happy Birthday Amelia!'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16779398.post-2903438788319982545</id><published>2007-12-19T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:02:43.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Our Little Artist</title><content type='html'>Amelia's favorite activity nowadays isn't reading books much to our dismay.  She's really into doodling.  Everyday, she asks "Mommy, Crayon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ju-se-yo&lt;/span&gt; (which means "Please give me" in Korean)"and just goes to town on a large sketchbook as you can see here for at least an hour.  She sometimes does get carried away and start doodling on the walls and stuff..but that's what Mr. Clean Magic Eraser is for!  Thank God for that little handy device to undo our little artist's masterpiece "not" on her sketch pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/79a6a163242782/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="So into drawing" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x79.xanga.com/a6ac0405c6d30163242782/z123092394.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/83c0a163242784/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="What are you looking at?" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x83.xanga.com/c0ac360203333163242784/z123092396.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/39d5b163242787/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Yeah..I know I'm a good artist" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x39.xanga.com/d5bc240143332163242787/z123092399.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/bluepisces/1b661163242790/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Smile! I'm about to draw on the walls!" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x1b.xanga.com/661c1001c6d31163242790/z123092402.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was an aspiring artist myself, I wonder if Amelia has indeed inherited my genes.  I used to just doodle and draw for hours as a child too.  I'm already done Christmas shopping for her, but I am thinking I want to get some artistic tools for her for Christmas...she needs new box of crayons and at least 1 smaller sketchbook. Speaking of drawing..I'm still not done with Amelia's pencil portrait.  I'm not procrustnating, I'm just tired these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16779398-2903438788319982545?l=amelialove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/feeds/2903438788319982545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-little-artist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2903438788319982545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16779398/posts/default/2903438788319982545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelialove.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-little-artist.html' title='Our Little Artist'/><author><name>Jisoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787757202859294551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xtJgxrh1ZG8/SguPlzVofhI/AAAAAAAACjU/JM1lmPjn2tA/S220/self-portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
