<?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-18982621</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:20:11.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicho's Dictionary</title><subtitle type='html'>...we have to grow, we have to move forward, to learn and evolve, add to our dictionary of life.      ~Janet Leigh~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-1453998374138505412</id><published>2008-04-12T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:47:27.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is playing Hockey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/SAGqPRIv9vI/AAAAAAAAAK8/m5ISDrzrd0k/s1600-h/such+a+growed+up+little+boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/SAGqPRIv9vI/AAAAAAAAAK8/m5ISDrzrd0k/s200/such+a+growed+up+little+boy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188615424982382322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my little Hockey Player, He started taking skating lessons and after 3 weeks he transferred into the Hockey School.  Just after his skate show.  He loves to skate and he is definatley a natural.  Must be Great Grampa looking down on his little Habs fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/SAGpsxIv9uI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ykpi3G6vYg8/s1600-h/Taking+a+rest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/SAGpsxIv9uI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ykpi3G6vYg8/s200/Taking+a+rest.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188614832276895458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/SAGgHBIv9tI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Z94uNFJ_q4o/s1600-h/happy+hockey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/SAGgHBIv9tI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Z94uNFJ_q4o/s200/happy+hockey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188604288132183762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We have been going to the rink in Taylor and average 2 to 3 times a week.  He is getting much better at skating backwards, and he can do the cross over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His shots are much more accurate now.  He cannot wait to start hockey in the fall.  He and Daddy are really into the playoffs. Of course cause the Habs are winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he won a medal for skating and that he was most impressed. With.  This is his 2nd Medal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-1453998374138505412?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1453998374138505412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=1453998374138505412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/1453998374138505412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/1453998374138505412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-is-playing-hockey.html' title='He is playing Hockey'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/SAGqPRIv9vI/AAAAAAAAAK8/m5ISDrzrd0k/s72-c/such+a+growed+up+little+boy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-1276844105905004625</id><published>2007-11-17T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:55:13.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIcholas Artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_Dt5tTi3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3qnPzShNG_E/s1600-h/nichos+pic_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_Dt5tTi3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3qnPzShNG_E/s320/nichos+pic_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134037293578029938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my son has started school he has really improved in his creative talents,  Here are just some of his more finer pieces.  I think they are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_ED5tTi4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/cNJor8o9V08/s1600-h/batman+in+jail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_ED5tTi4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/cNJor8o9V08/s320/batman+in+jail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134037671535152002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one on the left I am told is just a man and the the one on the blue sheet is Batman in jail.&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://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_EhZtTi5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/sMOhxS6sGLQ/s1600-h/Alien+Party+10+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_EhZtTi5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/sMOhxS6sGLQ/s200/Alien+Party+10+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134038178341292946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is an alien party.  Not to sure where the party is but this is the story as Nicho tells it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_FTJtTi6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/lZB8lzDB8-U/s1600-h/Harry+Man+Oct+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_FTJtTi6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/lZB8lzDB8-U/s200/Harry+Man+Oct+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134039033039784866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last pic is of a hairy man.  Now whether it is Harry or hairy I do not know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-1276844105905004625?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1276844105905004625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=1276844105905004625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/1276844105905004625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/1276844105905004625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/11/nicholas-artwork.html' title='NIcholas Artwork'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_Dt5tTi3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3qnPzShNG_E/s72-c/nichos+pic_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-1374539785796449105</id><published>2007-09-09T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T21:29:03.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_NRJtTi-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/jGLdY-jufCM/s1600-h/waiting+his+turn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_NRJtTi-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/jGLdY-jufCM/s200/waiting+his+turn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134047794773068770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_MgJtTi9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/lOQev-CP6bo/s1600-h/going+to+play+with+something+else.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_MgJtTi9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/lOQev-CP6bo/s200/going+to+play+with+something+else.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134046952959478738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here we are on Nicho's first day,  It is amazing how quickly time flies.  With much anticipation we made it preschool and there was no looking back for Nicho.  I don't think the fact we were not there hit him until we came to pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like yesterday that he was just a little baby in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Nicho's first day was great and of course he could not wait to go back and play with all his new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_LX5tTi8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8KmXv5ja3RI/s1600-h/at+the+chalk+board.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_LX5tTi8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8KmXv5ja3RI/s200/at+the+chalk+board.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134045711713930178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_IPJtTi7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/YqoKui42nQ8/s1600-h/thorugh+the+window.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_IPJtTi7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/YqoKui42nQ8/s320/thorugh+the+window.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134042262855191474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Nicho saying Good Bye to Mommy and Daddy on his first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-1374539785796449105?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1374539785796449105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=1374539785796449105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/1374539785796449105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/1374539785796449105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_NRJtTi-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/jGLdY-jufCM/s72-c/waiting+his+turn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-8453101124070262398</id><published>2007-08-30T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:44:07.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_XYJtTjAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PdV9r43eM1o/s1600-h/APrty+boy+at+arches.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_XYJtTjAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PdV9r43eM1o/s200/APrty+boy+at+arches.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134058910148430850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_QXJtTi_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pzGOUDNWKSg/s1600-h/Four+yeas+old.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_QXJtTi_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pzGOUDNWKSg/s200/Four+yeas+old.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134051196387167218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So he is 4 can you belive it I am a mother to a 4 year old.   How time flies.  Anyway here are some pics from that great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-8453101124070262398?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8453101124070262398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=8453101124070262398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/8453101124070262398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/8453101124070262398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rz_XYJtTjAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PdV9r43eM1o/s72-c/APrty+boy+at+arches.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-8144572280991044360</id><published>2007-08-14T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:04:51.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well here it is the end of summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RsKwRcz8LAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YuehRK2pMSE/s1600-h/IMG_3550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098831541975133186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RsKwRcz8LAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YuehRK2pMSE/s200/IMG_3550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I know that is only August well mid anyway and I have to get ready for the impending change of weather. Yes, it is already getting cooler and the days are getting somewhat noticeable&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RsKxA8z8LBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s9LnJIopubk/s1600-h/humongous+fungus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098832358018919442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RsKxA8z8LBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s9LnJIopubk/s200/humongous+fungus.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that means it is hunting season. Nicho and Daddy went on their first trip together and Nicho was so upset when it came time to go home. He cried and just could not understand why he could not stay up with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RsKxOcz8LCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9HVe5uijaj4/s1600-h/nicho+mommy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098832589947153442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RsKxOcz8LCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9HVe5uijaj4/s200/nicho+mommy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me sum it up for you ... 1 degree above 0. Here are some of the great pics that I manged with the coldness and rain we had the entire week. However Nicho had fun and was so excited to find a really cool humongous fungus and the fact mommy brought up Bandit on the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RsKxacz8LDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/61A2pBa0kZo/s1600-h/kiss+good+nite.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098832796105583666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RsKxacz8LDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/61A2pBa0kZo/s200/kiss+good+nite.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-8144572280991044360?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8144572280991044360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=8144572280991044360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/8144572280991044360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/8144572280991044360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-here-it-is-end-of-summer.html' title='Well here it is the end of summer!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RsKwRcz8LAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YuehRK2pMSE/s72-c/IMG_3550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-4413878775780264318</id><published>2007-05-20T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:23:05.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thomas Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCmXoxSVfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xgnp_SbIf9I/s1600-h/IMG_2757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCmXoxSVfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xgnp_SbIf9I/s200/IMG_2757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066732505803150834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well we finally made a trip to see Thomas the tank engine and I tell you it was truly amazing. I am not sure who was more impressed, Nicho or Mommy and Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlClnYxSVeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JZHTe7ysPhQ/s1600-h/family+thomas+b.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlClnYxSVeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JZHTe7ysPhQ/s200/family+thomas+b.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066731676874462690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prior to our date with Thomas we spent a day at the water park in West Edmonton mall more pics for that later.  Then we went to Calgary the following day where we planned to celebrate Mothers day, and Mario's Birthday.  After finding a Vietnamese Restaurant and filling up our bellies with spring rolls and Vietnamese cuisine we went back to our hotel to rest for the big day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCo8oxSVhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qOFyEoyKJYg/s1600-h/IMG_2767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCo8oxSVhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qOFyEoyKJYg/s200/IMG_2767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066735340481566226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despite the rain and cool temperatures come Sunday, we hopped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;onto Bertie Bus who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; took us to where Thomas was waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;for us.   Nicholas chased &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCnb4xSVgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yEACY0kMnFg/s1600-h/IMG_2787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCnb4xSVgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yEACY0kMnFg/s200/IMG_2787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066733678329222658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thomas around all day, reluctantly introduced himself to Topham Hat and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; investigated every train station and round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;house at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see someone was very happy to be riding on Annie, one of the coaches that Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCp54xSViI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WPzNwW69LbA/s1600-h/IMG_2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCp54xSViI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WPzNwW69LbA/s200/IMG_2816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066736392748553762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; pulled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We experienced a hobo lunch, (sandwiches, fruit and a drink box tied into a handkerchief and stuck on a pole), old fashioned carousel, (where Nicho&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; rode the horses), swings, jumping pit, horse ride, and so much else... by the end of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;he day a little cold and ready for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a long nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well here are some pics and more to follow as I find the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-4413878775780264318?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/4413878775780264318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/4413878775780264318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/thomas-trip.html' title='The Thomas Trip'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCmXoxSVfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xgnp_SbIf9I/s72-c/IMG_2757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-5274111623243008586</id><published>2007-05-14T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:26:19.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlH7ZYxSVtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Qr9-L5rcB4o/s1600-h/mommy+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlH7ZYxSVtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Qr9-L5rcB4o/s200/mommy+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067107469332993746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to take some time to mentio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n how wonderful it is to be a mom.  I am very lucky because not only do I have an ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;zing son but I too have an amazing mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlC4BIxSVoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cZ5G7kJzJWo/s1600-h/My+Pictures0001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlC4BIxSVoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cZ5G7kJzJWo/s200/My+Pictures0001.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066751910465394306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlC5q4xSVpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hBJMoXCQE9o/s1600-h/just+the+way+I+am.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlC5q4xSVpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hBJMoXCQE9o/s200/just+the+way+I+am.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066753727236560530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; alway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s stood beside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; me no matter what! I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I can honestly take credit for 99% of her grey hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If it was not for her I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; would not be the person I am nor the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; mother I am. She has taught me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; things that I sure she doesn't even realize. It is hard to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; be so far away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; her on most days, but especially on mothers day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; because I just want to wrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; my arms around her and give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; her one of my great big bear hugs, where I lift her off the ground and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; squeaks like a squirrel and then she poses with her squirrel face and smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlC9loxSVrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KNGujJ9qNb8/s1600-h/Mrs.+Bucket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlC9loxSVrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KNGujJ9qNb8/s200/Mrs.+Bucket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066758035088758450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This mom in one of her Hyacinth Bucket Poses!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCu7oxSVlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7xqCVzA9xJQ/s1600-h/mommy+and+me+1987.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCu7oxSVlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7xqCVzA9xJQ/s200/mommy+and+me+1987.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066741920371463762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incidentally, I too make that same face at times and it makes me smile that she has passed down to me so many great qualities. It is hard to be here far away for we used to get together and do lunch and our hair but nothing ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n take away the memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This photo is one taken almost 20 years ago when we were out for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mom makes me proud to be me and I know she feels the same way.  I too am proud of her for all her life's accomplishments and things she has endured.  Although my letters and cards may be late, and some times I don't get to call her as often as I want too it doesn't change the unconditional love I have for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I have posted some photo's that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; show off some of the reasons she is so amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCtdIxSVkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GzymsBYetTU/s1600-h/IMG_2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCtdIxSVkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GzymsBYetTU/s200/IMG_2968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066740296873825858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;When we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; were on my trip my son de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cided that his Nanny too should have a build a bear just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  I got a b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;unny and Nanny got a cat.  He stuffed it, and showered it and picked out the clothes and even dressed it.  But most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; important he put he love into it and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;that too is another reason why I am taking a moment to say thanks for being my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCx_YxSVmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FdCnIVJkDcA/s1600-h/nanny+kisses"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCx_YxSVmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FdCnIVJkDcA/s200/nanny+kisses" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066745283330856546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-5274111623243008586?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5274111623243008586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=5274111623243008586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/5274111623243008586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/5274111623243008586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-mothers-day.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlH7ZYxSVtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Qr9-L5rcB4o/s72-c/mommy+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-7228639730565648728</id><published>2007-05-07T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:14:37.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping until it hurts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rj_4dV62KvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TPEBJulEtug/s1600-h/IMG_2752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rj_4dV62KvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TPEBJulEtug/s320/IMG_2752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062037689171585778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I must say Nicholas is always surprising me.  In case you have not heard we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are expecting #2 and he is so excited he is going to be a big brother.  He is always helping.  He empties the garbage, vacuums his room and also does his laundry.  He thinks these chores are fun.  He also is responsible for managing the bottles for recycling, and feeding the cats too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rj_48F62KwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eUl0oTMYeoA/s1600-h/IMG_2749.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rj_48F62KwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eUl0oTMYeoA/s320/IMG_2749.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062038217452563202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The other day of course he was being his normal helpful self and helping me clean the car.  So there we were at the car wash and as he was running to the other side of the car SMUCK!! right down on the pavement... face first.  He was sobbing saying " I'll be okay Mommy, I'm okay."  Man what a trooper. Anyway here are the pictures of yet another war would encounted by my dear NICHO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-7228639730565648728?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7228639730565648728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=7228639730565648728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/7228639730565648728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/7228639730565648728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/helping-until-it-hurts.html' title='Helping until it hurts!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/Rj_4dV62KvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TPEBJulEtug/s72-c/IMG_2752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-7952950264575559388</id><published>2007-02-27T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:15:30.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Sunday afternoon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaIes7Z_MI/AAAAAAAAADo/lmHf0w4k_Iw/s1600-h/hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaIes7Z_MI/AAAAAAAAADo/lmHf0w4k_Iw/s320/hands.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036863294298258626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So finally we get an afternoon to relax as a family on a Sunday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaJDM7Z_NI/AAAAAAAAADw/jzN3QYQq2CE/s1600-h/sunday+pm1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaJDM7Z_NI/AAAAAAAAADw/jzN3QYQq2CE/s320/sunday+pm1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036863921363483858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;While Mommy and Daddy are downstairs deali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;with taxes Nicholas tries to show granny what playdoh is.  Hands of old and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; hands of new working together to create&lt;br /&gt;something together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaJss7Z_OI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bYKQHPTcgxg/s1600-h/sunday+pm3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaJss7Z_OI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bYKQHPTcgxg/s320/sunday+pm3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036864634328055010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sharing ideas and Nicholas being the teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and being the student. It was quite funny to watch the two artists at work, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaKJ87Z_PI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eCYJGuPdDgs/s1600-h/sunday+pm+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaKJ87Z_PI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eCYJGuPdDgs/s320/sunday+pm+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036865136839228658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;am not sure who had more fun granny or Nicholas.&lt;/span&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/18982621-7952950264575559388?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7952950264575559388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=7952950264575559388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/7952950264575559388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/7952950264575559388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-sunday-afternoon.html' title='On a Sunday afternoon!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaIes7Z_MI/AAAAAAAAADo/lmHf0w4k_Iw/s72-c/hands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-3332441277129151873</id><published>2007-02-27T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:25:12.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats and Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCXRoxSVcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bOZyizxi5bw/s1600-h/banditheo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCXRoxSVcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bOZyizxi5bw/s320/banditheo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066715910049519042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I was taking some pics around the house and here is what I got. Tigger and Theo have finally bonded together and now don't spend 24 hours a day wrestling and whailing around the house. Chopin of course just looks on in disgust. Of course the myth of dog and cat being arch enemies is a false hood. We have the pics to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course Nicholas has also dubbed Bandit and Theo as his favourite little buddies too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-3332441277129151873?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3332441277129151873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=3332441277129151873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/3332441277129151873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/3332441277129151873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/cats-and-dogs.html' title='Cats and Dogs'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RlCXRoxSVcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bOZyizxi5bw/s72-c/banditheo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-7900751481879656182</id><published>2007-02-02T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:44:39.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICKELS &amp; WEDGETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ9PUgcNuI/AAAAAAAAABo/QpAdG2_VDuA/s1600-h/done+widget.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ9PUgcNuI/AAAAAAAAABo/QpAdG2_VDuA/s320/done+widget.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027210417464424162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, one of the Christmas gifts Nicholas got was Wedgits ( thanks Nanny &amp; Poppy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and he plays with it all the time.  He loves to build and design and these things are so great for that creative mind.  Keeps him busy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ8ZUgcNtI/AAAAAAAAABg/pxjE4L14B7E/s1600-h/cheers+to+pickles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ8ZUgcNtI/AAAAAAAAABg/pxjE4L14B7E/s320/cheers+to+pickles.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027209489751488210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Here we have picture of Daddy and Nicholas enjoying one their favourite foods, PICKLES and playing trucks.  Just spedning some time hanging out on a Sunday. Don't try and get those pickles or you might just lose a finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-7900751481879656182?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7900751481879656182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=7900751481879656182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/7900751481879656182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/7900751481879656182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/pickels-wedgets.html' title='PICKELS &amp; WEDGETS'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ9PUgcNuI/AAAAAAAAABo/QpAdG2_VDuA/s72-c/done+widget.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-655329171478401687</id><published>2007-01-28T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:14:38.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bragging RIghts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReZ9SM7Z_CI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RxiXhnKL6_4/s1600-h/beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReZ9SM7Z_CI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RxiXhnKL6_4/s320/beautiful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036850984921988130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well I cannot take the bragging rights for this great page or picture but I can for the glorious little guy in it.  Susan did up this page for me and timing was excellent.  She sent it when I was having a bad day and it sure did brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a gift to us and I just wanted to show him off and let you see how wonderfully happy I am with this special little guy. She is right he is truly BEAUTIFUL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-655329171478401687?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/655329171478401687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=655329171478401687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/655329171478401687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/655329171478401687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/01/bragging-rights.html' title='Bragging RIghts!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReZ9SM7Z_CI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RxiXhnKL6_4/s72-c/beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-3511359429917452678</id><published>2007-01-15T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:46:46.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces of Nicho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ2wUgcNoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-fd8Vjaa5jo/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ2wUgcNoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-fd8Vjaa5jo/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027203287818712706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are some pics that I have taken over the last little while. This set is of Nicho be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ing silly around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camera for Christmas and w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; taking pics of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ3OkgcNpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iUl7LJJqfe4/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ3OkgcNpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iUl7LJJqfe4/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027203807509755538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was showing me his happy face, angry face and serious face. Holding Theo who was so impressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RaxPw7Q3OaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/CNaplSS1Snw/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020475386571995554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RaxPw7Q3OaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/CNaplSS1Snw/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That is another story&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-3511359429917452678?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3511359429917452678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=3511359429917452678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/3511359429917452678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/3511359429917452678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/01/faces-of-nicho.html' title='Faces of Nicho!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ2wUgcNoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-fd8Vjaa5jo/s72-c/IMG_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-1501426761336122845</id><published>2007-01-12T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:43:00.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out on the Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReZ_qc7Z_DI/AAAAAAAAACE/Jb_Wiw9T5bs/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReZ_qc7Z_DI/AAAAAAAAACE/Jb_Wiw9T5bs/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036853600557071410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well the weather was cold but not nearly as windy and bitter as it had been.  So we ventured over to the high school for some "Bogganing"!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReZ_-s7Z_EI/AAAAAAAAACM/1SAVyv3JLa8/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReZ_-s7Z_EI/AAAAAAAAACM/1SAVyv3JLa8/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036853948449422402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaAos7Z_FI/AAAAAAAAACU/x65zu9O5EMc/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaAos7Z_FI/AAAAAAAAACU/x65zu9O5EMc/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036854670003928146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas was stoked and had we let him he would have slid until dark, but when is nose started running with ice cones as he calls them I figured it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaBUs7Z_GI/AAAAAAAAACc/sdBwjc4SvG8/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaBUs7Z_GI/AAAAAAAAACc/sdBwjc4SvG8/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036855425918172258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had to take a turn as you can see, and even Bandit helped out with pulling Nicholas up the hill. Usually though Mr. Independant did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaC4s7Z_JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/crbGj53vnoY/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaC4s7Z_JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/crbGj53vnoY/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036857143905090706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaByc7Z_HI/AAAAAAAAACk/vc1BX9P5Mao/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaByc7Z_HI/AAAAAAAAACk/vc1BX9P5Mao/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036855937019280498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He only lost the sled once and ran down after it like a trooper.  By the end of the day we were all happy and tired and ready to snuggle up in our&lt;br /&gt;warm pj's and watch the Hockey Game.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaCPM7Z_II/AAAAAAAAACs/HiE5cXZ7Jm8/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReaCPM7Z_II/AAAAAAAAACs/HiE5cXZ7Jm8/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036856430940519554" 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/18982621-1501426761336122845?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1501426761336122845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=1501426761336122845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/1501426761336122845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/1501426761336122845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-out-on-hill.html' title='Day out on the Hill'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/ReZ_qc7Z_DI/AAAAAAAAACE/Jb_Wiw9T5bs/s72-c/IMG_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-6341641848895640903</id><published>2007-01-05T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:26:24.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Parties and celebrations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RZ8nSEO8CbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jEgr0iimQ4U/s1600-h/Hospital+Christmas+Party+0670DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016771701241547186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RZ8nSEO8CbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jEgr0iimQ4U/s320/Hospital+Christmas+Party+0670DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is sitting on Santa's lap.  It's hard to belive that this happy little guy was terrified alst year of the jolly old fellow.  Anyway this was taken at the hospital Christmas party where we went bowling.  Yes, he is wearing bowling shoes and had such a blast. Especially when Santa told him he was doing a good job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and I will be posting more pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-6341641848895640903?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6341641848895640903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=6341641848895640903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/6341641848895640903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/6341641848895640903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas-parties-and-celebrations.html' title='Christmas Parties and celebrations.'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RZ8nSEO8CbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jEgr0iimQ4U/s72-c/Hospital+Christmas+Party+0670DSC_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-116713227151248818</id><published>2006-12-26T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T02:41:43.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family News</title><content type='html'>Well I just wanted to make brief entry to share the news from today. I will post more pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas had a wonderful Chirstimas and he was so excited and grateful of everything. He was ecstatic about the Thomas things and the race track. "that is just what I asked for..." Anyway more on that later amd the excitement of the deliveries from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/294/1870/1600/74921/116282c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/294/1870/320/70717/116282c.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to announce that Mario and I are now engaged. Here is the pic of the amazing ring he gave me today. We have not talked about details yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow up later with more pics and news on the events of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Ho Ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-116713227151248818?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116713227151248818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=116713227151248818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/116713227151248818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/116713227151248818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/12/family-news.html' title='Family News'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-1780904626697720732</id><published>2006-12-25T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:27:00.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a very Thomas Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ4XUgcNrI/AAAAAAAAABE/8ROo_36ioVU/s1600-h/thoams+table+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ4XUgcNrI/AAAAAAAAABE/8ROo_36ioVU/s320/thoams+table+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027205057345238706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well here we are playing Thomas on the new table for Christmas.  Trains and buildings and sorts of Thomas stuff.This was a set that was very overwhelming for Nicho.  I was not sure if he was going to go into complete seizures of just collapse.    Could not get enough Thomas time.  As you can see even to chat on the phone we could not drag him away from his table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ4lUgcNsI/AAAAAAAAABM/0eE456H1vS0/s1600-h/thomas+table+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ4lUgcNsI/AAAAAAAAABM/0eE456H1vS0/s320/thomas+table+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027205297863407298" 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;It was a great Christmas.  He got the race car track he wanted desperately and the Talking Thomas was the  small but neccesary toy.  According to him.  The best was we were all healthy, big change from last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-1780904626697720732?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1780904626697720732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=1780904626697720732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/1780904626697720732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/1780904626697720732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-was-very-thomas-christmas.html' title='It was a very Thomas Christmas.'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__sZK3RlZJoc/RcQ4XUgcNrI/AAAAAAAAABE/8ROo_36ioVU/s72-c/thoams+table+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-116387579228124063</id><published>2006-10-30T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:15:38.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Ghoulies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/0101.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/0101.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, this was a Halloween that has been better than those in the past. WHY? 'Cause Nicho was healthier than he has been in the pst. Still had a runny nose and the lower than ) temps of course did not help. Anyway here are the pics from our pumpkin day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now in case you can't tell he is suppose to be a ghost. Proudly displaying the bat he made from paper plates. He is now a cycloptic bat but he still manages to fly around.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here he is bowling, went for a spare. He has a secret desire to some day be a king pin. Of course here they are... 2 of the 3 muskateers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/0127.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/18982621-116387579228124063?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116387579228124063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=116387579228124063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/116387579228124063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/116387579228124063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-ghoulies.html' title='Halloween Ghoulies!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-116417012500942864</id><published>2006-08-23T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:35:25.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/party%20boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/party%20boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, here are some photos of the birthday celebration we had for Nicho at the now closed East Side Mario's. Not do to lack of business but lack of staff Nicho's Restaurant is now closed. Anyway they had fun and you can tell by his face he was happy happy boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-116417012500942864?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116417012500942864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=116417012500942864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/116417012500942864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/116417012500942864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-116416982329841494</id><published>2006-08-21T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:40:33.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Cowboy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/more%20ponies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/more%20ponies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well even though we are a small city we still get a chance to see the circus. Now it is definately not the Barnum and Baily Circus by any means but Nicho just loved it. Here he got to ride a pony and was so excited. Of course they run them through their paces pretty quick and that was great for Nicho. He couldn't say giddy up fast enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go PONY! GO!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/justine%20and%20nicho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/justine%20and%20nicho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here he is with his sitter Justine clapping along and just having a great time. He refers to justine as a friendly friend,you know "...&lt;em&gt;he loves Justine!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-116416982329841494?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116416982329841494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=116416982329841494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/116416982329841494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/116416982329841494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/08/our-cowboy.html' title='Our Cowboy!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-116416848705487078</id><published>2006-07-21T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:41:37.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicho and the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/nicho%20withgirly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/nicho%20withgirly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , here he is being his normal charming self. In July we were at a wedding where of course Nicho was the most handosme young man there. Anyway as you can see by the pictures I was not the only one that thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/more%20with%20the%20girly"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/more%20with%20the%20girly%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved dancing with the little flower girl, and the two of them of course could not hide from the Paparatzzi. Thanks Justin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the less my little heart breaker was having a good time and was not shy in the least bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-116416848705487078?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116416848705487078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=116416848705487078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/116416848705487078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/116416848705487078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/11/nicho-and-girls.html' title='Nicho and the girls'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-116416890936136552</id><published>2006-07-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:15:09.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome in the city!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/summer%20of%2006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/summer%20of%2006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I must say that some pics need no explanation. It is hard to believe in this picture of my 2 .5 year old he looks so grown up. Where did the time go? This was taken atop of one of the hills with the city of Fort St. John. We don't always have snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-116416890936136552?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/116416890936136552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=116416890936136552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/116416890936136552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/116416890936136552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/handsome-in-city.html' title='Handsome in the city!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-115744224530010291</id><published>2006-07-05T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:04:29.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/20060706%20251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/20060706%20251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/20060706%20256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/20060706%20256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well it was a great summer one of the highlights was our big trip to Victoria. So many experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas caguht his first fish when out with Poppy. He was the first one to catch a fish that day and got so excitied that he lost it and it bouced right back into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little camper also went to ocean and when the tide was out he and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/20060706%20180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/20060706%20180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nanny with some Jake, Poppy and mommy went collecting sand dollars. Just like I did when I was a little girl at the same beach and everything. Nicho went to a petting zoo where he played with the goats, we picniced in the cathedral forest, swam in the ocean, rode a train and looked at giant murals, went to a huge indoor water park and got meet his cousins for the first time Jorga and Jake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/20060706%20162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicho is already planning his next trip when he can go and have Poppy make he some more juicy eggy's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-115744224530010291?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115744224530010291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=115744224530010291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/115744224530010291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/115744224530010291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-114769067049459870</id><published>2006-05-28T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:58:08.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out around town.</title><content type='html'>Well this spring I have had the oppourtuntiy to take Nicho to the Artspace for different activities. One of them is called Ya Ya time and it is quite fun. The boys all went to this class today. Since they were all healthly. That is an accomplishment in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunting for eggs, playing tag and also playing the ever popular duck-duck goose. We also get to paint and mush our hands in stuff. Of course Nicholas being the apprehensive one when it comes to getting his hands dirty isn't the biggest fan of that sort of stuff. It was not until he was given the oppourtunity to get involved in a shaving cream fight with the instructor Eva that he actually started enjoying putting his hands in the messy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little neat freak. More on that one later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pics to come)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-114769067049459870?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114769067049459870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=114769067049459870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/114769067049459870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/114769067049459870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/05/hanging-out-around-town.html' title='Hanging out around town.'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-114769153472503666</id><published>2006-05-15T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T04:12:14.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzeled about puzzles!</title><content type='html'>Well, the other day it was sort of dreary outside and Nicho and I were looking for something different to do.  He didn;t want to do a craft and I really didn;t have the energy to play tag.  So we pulled out the puzzles.  I had some a 5 piece puzzle that I helped him with quite a while ago and thought We could work on that.  So I went and put the box on the table and told him to empty it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course the phone rang and after I got off the phone about 10 minutes later.  There he was putting in the last piece.  I could not believe it.  So we took it apart and did it again.  Well, he did it while I watched.  It was hard not to want to help him but he did it in 10 minutes a 15 piece puzzle.  So I thought well get him a more challegning one. He is now doing 24 piece puzzles on his own.  It never ceases to amaze me how quickly they learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One draw back to this skill of his.  Nicho like to kae his own puzzles with things around the house.  Takes them apart to see if he can put them back together again.  Some things never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-114769153472503666?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114769153472503666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=114769153472503666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/114769153472503666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/114769153472503666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/05/puzzeled-about-puzzles.html' title='Puzzeled about puzzles!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-115744050283130849</id><published>2006-05-05T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:16:04.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/DSC00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/DSC00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, it is an ever on going challenge to find space in our house. Now add to that a little boy's ever fascination to hiding. In the beginning of the summer Nicho decided that he wanted to keep a very over sized box!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought okay why not. (not thinking how long he would want it for) Well, it has become a fixture in the play room. It hides my son and his little buddies, it is a garage for his trucks (which he has more than will fit in it) and it is also where he runs to when he is in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However who am I to take away the imagination fortress of my son. Here he is in one of his favourite spots. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-115744050283130849?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115744050283130849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=115744050283130849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/115744050283130849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/115744050283130849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-box.html' title='Just a box'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-114769023954645080</id><published>2006-04-25T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:50:39.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>Well, of course the Easter Bunny comes here even if it is usully sub zero temps.  However this weekend was beautiful and the Big Bunny was very genrous with NICHO!  He not only got to go and look for eggs at Peace Island Park with his buds, he also got his own egg hunt in the back yard.  Unfortunately by then the weather was getting a little  cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the pics from this weekend we will have to wait for Susie to send them to us.  She has had some family matters she is dealing with. So when life gets back to being normal, (well as normal as it can get here in Fort St. John) I will post some pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-114769023954645080?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114769023954645080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=114769023954645080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/114769023954645080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/114769023954645080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-egg-hunt.html' title='Easter Egg Hunt'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-114439585134089148</id><published>2006-04-07T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:44:11.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it is difficult...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2314.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/IMG_2314.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is difficult to let go of the fact that your little boy is growing up. I just love his curls and how he looks soooo cute with them. However the fact of the matter he really needed a haircut and it wasn't that I didn't want to get them cut it just sort of happened where I woke up one morning and the curls were back. So then it was okay lets get them cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/IMG_2316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time however I cut them before I went to the barber. Had to get a souvenier. Anyway Nicho had so much fun at the barber when we were leaving he said, "can I go back again?" Funny little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/IMG_2318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway here are some of the photo's from that day he was just hamming it up in front of the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-114439585134089148?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114439585134089148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=114439585134089148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/114439585134089148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/114439585134089148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-it-is-difficult.html' title='Sometimes it is difficult...'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-114439523323554263</id><published>2006-04-07T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:33:53.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Last Game!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2303.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/IMG_2304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Well this season has really been a great year for&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;our local hockey team the "Huskies"and Nicho has really gotten into it. He has an idol on the team that signed a game puck for him and of course being a hockey nut he is always playing hockey in the house. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/nicho%20hockey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/nicho%20hockey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/nicho%20hockey.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had to get him a foam puck however to prevent any further damage to the house. Nicho has some great stick handling and shoots the puck straight and with pretty good aim. Here we are at the game. Nicho gets so excited when he sees the team score. Regardless of the team scoring Nicho cheers them on. He just gets excited when anybody scores. Very&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;non-partisan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-114439523323554263?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114439523323554263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=114439523323554263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/114439523323554263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/114439523323554263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/04/at-last-game.html' title='At the Last Game!!!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-114189976541481914</id><published>2006-03-09T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:29:48.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Session Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/tadah.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/tadah.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Well, here it is nearing middle of March and Nicholas is finishing his 4th term of gymnastics. I am quite proud of him. He has really managed to get control of his skills in the class. He is even listening better. He accomplished all his tasks and got a badge too! Here is our little guy on the beam and with his usual partner in crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/tadah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/tadah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/IMG_2289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-114189976541481914?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114189976541481914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=114189976541481914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/114189976541481914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/114189976541481914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-session-done.html' title='Another Session Done!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113986955811879766</id><published>2006-02-12T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T02:20:02.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, There is really reindeer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/nicho%20and%20daddy%20in%20castle.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/nicho%20and%20daddy%20in%20castle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When speaking to a family member recently they were surprised that reindeer actually do exsist. So here are the pictures to prove it. Nicholas was not telling stories when he said he got to feed the reindeer. Famous ones too! As you can tell from the picture he had a great time and getting him to leave was a chore in it self. Anyone know where we can get a pet reindeer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2196.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/IMG_2196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/nicho%20and%20daddy%20in%20castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As well as reindeer, this weekend  the ice sculptures were at the park. Of course we have had a mild chinook. (+8) (not the greatest for cold weather art. My advice if you want to experience nice weather here, visit when they have this ice sculpturing event on and guarentee you will be here in  the midst of a thaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2207.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/IMG_2207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After our visit to the scuptures Nicho realized it was more fun to slide down the big pile of snow they had put aside for the constrution of these pieces. However he did not have snow pants, or mittens as you can see and he didn'nt seem to care. No matter how much we told him his hands would get cold in the snow, down he went. After about 20 decents we managed to pull him away and head home to the warmth of a bath and some soup. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2195.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/IMG_2195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you can tell ...It was a great day! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113986955811879766?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113986955811879766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113986955811879766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113986955811879766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113986955811879766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/yes-there-is-really-reindeer.html' title='Yes, There is really reindeer!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113965405255071785</id><published>2006-02-11T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T02:35:03.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grampa's Hat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2187.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/IMG_2187.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember my grandfather wearing this hat. It has been one of the most special things to me ever since he died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2187.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; so long ago. I have always had it in a special spot no matter where I was living or travelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Nicho was about 18 months he noticed this hat sitting on my shelf and asked to put it on and I told him how special it was and he was suppose to be very careful with it. He wore it the whole day. As the weather started to get cooler I let him wear it out. Eventually, it became a part of his out door attire and he sported it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he wears his leather coat he states he has to wear grampa's hat and dons it on like a crown. It too has become special to him also. Although grampa has been gone for what seems like forever and he never got the chance to know of Nicholas I know that there is a special part of him with us that remembered with his hat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113965405255071785?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113965405255071785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113965405255071785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113965405255071785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113965405255071785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/grampas-hat.html' title='Grampa&apos;s Hat!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113965353021967227</id><published>2006-02-05T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T02:25:30.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mile in my shoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/IMG_2184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/IMG_2182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;How does the saying go? Walk a mile in my shoes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, I am not to sure how far Nicho would make it in these shoes but he does love to wear Daddy's shoes! Here he is as proud as can be wearing daddy's shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113965353021967227?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113965353021967227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113965353021967227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113965353021967227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113965353021967227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/mile-in-my-shoes.html' title='A mile in my shoes!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113957232333333287</id><published>2006-02-03T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T02:19:47.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nee Noo Nee Noo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/IMG_2190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That is what a fire truck says when you're a two year old. Well at least ours... Nicho had the opppourtunity to go to the fire station where he got a one on one tour of the stationby one of the fireman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2192.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/IMG_2192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They let him climb inside and look at all the neat stuff in the trucks. They even blew the siren which scared him a little but was soon all smiles and giggles when they gave him a junior firefighter's hat and badge. Nicho even got to watch them slide down the big fire pole. This is story that he is still talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a day goes by that we don't get request to drive by the fire hall to see if the trucks are out. Trust me when they are out the excitement is pretty intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113957232333333287?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113957232333333287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113957232333333287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113957232333333287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113957232333333287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/nee-noo-nee-noo.html' title='Nee Noo Nee Noo!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113964432813669553</id><published>2006-01-24T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T02:20:10.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Snow Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/IMG_2150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well here we are in the middle of January and we finally got enough snow that we can go out and play. And boy did we. Nicho and Bandit romped around in the snow, made snow angels and plowed the backyard with the Tonka truck. We had such a great time. Since then we have not had the greatest weather for playing outside but I am told that the end of February should bring some&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tobaggoning time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/plowing%20snow.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/plowing%20snow.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nicholas eventually found that a shovel would clear the snow from the back yard much quicker than a truck how ever it was heavier and many times he was tripping over his own feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway hopefully the Great White North will provide the atmosphere to take more of photos like these ones here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113964432813669553?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113964432813669553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113964432813669553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113964432813669553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113964432813669553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/01/making-snow-angels.html' title='Making Snow Angels'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113957213267349125</id><published>2006-01-14T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:06:36.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy in the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/playing%20trucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/playing%20trucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Well the new year has been busy in addition to fighting the illness that has overtaken our city and our home we have enrolled again in gymnastics. Nicholas is loving it and for him it has been one of the few activities he has been able to enjoy. We have also taken him to the Art Space for some activities but they too have been limited.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/play%20with%20daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/play%20with%20daddy.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;strong&gt;However we did get out in the snow to play with Bandit and plow the grass. Tonka trucks do a great job as you can see here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We recently bought him a shovel so he can join daddy in keeping the sidewalk clean. Fortunately or unfortunately ( depending how you look at it) He has not had the oppourtunity to practice much since we have not had alot of snow fall. Once again we are in a Chinook phase.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2171.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/IMG_2171.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Februray freeze I hope will come and go quickly... we are looking forward to spring. Only after we get to go tobaggoning though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicholas also had his first sleep over with Liam and Conor of course and they had a ball. Here they are during the afternoon nap time. Nicholas sure did have fun and is looking forward to going to his first sleepover. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/IMG_2171.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113957213267349125?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113957213267349125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113957213267349125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113957213267349125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113957213267349125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/01/busy-in-new-year.html' title='Busy in the New Year'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113641676723501881</id><published>2006-01-04T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:28:32.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little about Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/happy%20handyman1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/happy%20handyman1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WELL, I am suppose to be studing , but I had to take a break just write a quick blurb about our Christmas Holiday. It was a very quiet hliday and we didn't get a chance to see anyone since we were sick with the flu. Vacating our bodies of all substances from both ends prevented us from partaking in a traditioin Christmas feast. We had some chicken soup for dinner and tried to do eggs for breaky. Basically our day was spent SLEEPING, OPENING PRESENTS, SLEEPING, OPENING MORE PRESENTS, AND SLEEPING SOME MORE. After doing 20 loads of laundry in the last week, I took a break on Christmas to sleep so more. We are now on the road to recovery after about 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was a rather nice to not have to rush anywhere or have people coming over, but it was definately no fun being sick. However as you can see from our pictures we still has a great day and enjoyed the time alone as a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/what"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/what%27s%20in%20here.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I REALLY MISSED NOT BEING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS BUT I AM SURE THEY DIDN'T MISS SHARING IN OUR ILLNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our little boy was spoiled , not only by us , but by all our family and freinds too. We are so grateful. Not too mention Santa that brought Nicho an oversized FIRE TRUCK that moves and has sirens that he asked for. Santa also got Nicho a work bench to fix things and build stuff. He is always wanting to help with his hammer and screw driver.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/xmas%20mnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/with%20my%20truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/with%20my%20truck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In addition to these gifts Nicho also got more Thomas, a graderTonka truck which he loves and has to sleep with, ( not so nice). A cabbage patch doll, DVD's, Magna doodle, and an aquadoodle (can't decide which one he likes better), planes (which of course are a staple in this house.), games, playdoh, Mr. Topato head ( other wise known as Potato), clothes, books, dishes and alot of other little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/xmas%20mnn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/xmas%20mnn.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank you to everyone who was so generous with our son and us. It is so wonderful to have such a giving bunch of people to share in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will post more pictures later but in the meatime I must get back to my studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113641676723501881?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113641676723501881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113641676723501881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113641676723501881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113641676723501881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-about-christmas.html' title='A little about Christmas!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113429544348043343</id><published>2005-12-11T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:46:57.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/in%20balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/400/in%20balls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well, today we had gymnastics. It is our second last class and of course it was the highlight of Nicho's week. He got to bring a buddy and invited Brenan. They had lots of fun on the tramp and in the foam pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/on%20rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/on%20rings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Later on when they got play with the parachute Nicholas decided that he did not want to partake in this activity. He did enjoy the shaking and inflating of the chute but would not go under it like a mushroom with the other kids. He also did not want to sit in it when the parents had to spin it around. Peculiar little guy at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/on%20chute.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/on%20chute.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;He seems to have mastered most of the tasks in this level accept the swing rope which he just does not want to hang on to on his own. The trampoline and the foam pit are his favourite and most of the class is spent on those two things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am really proud of Nicho cause he can now walk the length of the balance beam all by himself without hanging on to mommy and daddy. Yeah Nicho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/santa.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/santa.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/400/santa.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also today Nicho got to see Santa. As you can see from his photo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;( to be submitted later) he only would get close enough to whisper in his ear and tell him that all he wanted was a red fire truck. " That's all Santa, just a fire truck", it has to have sirens though. He told him later. He also told him about the lights on the house and the snow that is not here. It was actually a good little visit there were no other children waiting so he was not rushed to see him or leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Of course he had to ride on the motor bike outside the store after and continued to tell me how Santa would do his best to get him what he wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After all that excitement our little boy was tuckered out and slept for a couple hours in the aftenoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113429544348043343?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113429544348043343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113429544348043343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113429544348043343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113429544348043343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/12/gymnastics.html' title='Gymnastics'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113399644766280894</id><published>2005-12-07T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:17:23.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad to say they are GONE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/before%20cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/before%20cut.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I am sad to say they are all gone, his beautiful soft curls.(boo hoo) Nicho had his hair cut today, an annual event (yes, I said annual) that is done to conform to what our society dictates, (and Poppy too!) Despite how much I loved his curls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/just%20after%20cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/just%20after%20cut.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, it was a compromise I guess. However, I did get them to leave a bit of length on top.which I hope I can get to curl a little. He looks like a little man now more than ever. Not that I was trying to perserve his baby like characteristic's but his curls were soooooooo cute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/happy%20with%20cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/happy%20with%20cut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do think he is still as cute as can be and with this smile I know some little girls who would agree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is growing up so fast it is hard to keep up with him. Today during the process he was such a gentleman and told the barber, "Thank you, Good job on cutting my hair,see you again, have a nice day!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now talk about well mannered!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113399644766280894?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113399644766280894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113399644766280894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113399644766280894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113399644766280894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/12/sad-to-say-they-are-gone.html' title='Sad to say they are GONE!!!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113388073951734223</id><published>2005-12-06T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T06:58:24.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragons in my Closet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/dudly%20drsgon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/dudly%20drsgon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who don't already know this... dragons live in closets. Well it doesn't seem that long ago that Nicho was concerned with the &lt;em&gt;BLEECKIES &lt;/em&gt;that lived under his pillow. Now it is the dragons in his closet. Now I have to say I am proud that my son has such an active imagination, however when I am trying to study for my big exam in January I really find it distracting to to constantly have to go into the bedroom to shoot the dragons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have been told however by the authority on the subject that "you don't shoot them mommy... you gotta get 'em." So as I attempt to study I stop every once and while to go slay the dragons that happen to reside in my sons closet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping that soon he will come to agreement with them that if they pay rent than they can stay in the closet and perhaps he can help pay for his future education.&lt;/strong&gt; (hee hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113388073951734223?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113388073951734223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113388073951734223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113388073951734223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113388073951734223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/12/dragons-in-my-closet.html' title='Dragons in my Closet!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113307241684541357</id><published>2005-11-26T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:37:24.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping so sweetly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/sleeping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/sleeping2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; They say that the most beautiful thing in the world is a child sleeping and it is so true. Here is my little guy passed out in his bed. I know he is just too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it is not as easy as it looks. Lately, (since I started working afternoons) Nicho prefers to just not go to bed. Daddy and him have had many a standoff about the entire bedtime thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/sleeping1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night it was nearly 11;30 before he finally got to bed. What to do what to do. He even gave Auntie Susie a hard time earlier in the week and waited until I came to pick him up again after 11:00. This has been a bone of contention that is soon to be solved... we hope. He use to be the best kid for putting to bed. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/sleeping%20with%20theo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/sleeping%20with%20theo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than tying him down or drugging him up we will have to resort to good old fashioned discipline. Anyway when he does sleep he is just too cute he picks up the kitten who is bigger than our cats and drags him off to bed. &lt;em&gt;Theo&lt;/em&gt; lays there as though he was one of Nicho's teddies tucked right beside him under his arm. Theo will stay there all night. Purring away. They are just so cute and so attached to each other. If Nicho doesn't come and get him Theo will be waiting for him in his bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113307241684541357?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113307241684541357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113307241684541357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113307241684541357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113307241684541357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/sleeping-so-sweetly.html' title='Sleeping so sweetly.'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113264335305238925</id><published>2005-11-21T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:13:27.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Book Worm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/reading%20a%20book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/reading%20a%20book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems no matter the age Nicho has always loved books. Here are a collection of pics over the last few years of him doing one of the things he likes best. He loves to have you read to him and I thought that I would show some pics of Nicho reading and pics of being read too. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/readin%20young.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/readin%20young.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was in the bank and when I was sorting out some information Nicholas was little bored so the teller gave him a temp ABM card to play with. He proceeded to put his card through the little keypad thingy and press the buttons. When she asked him what he was paying for he said books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/susi%20and%20us%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/readin%20with%20Nanny.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/readin%20with%20Nanny.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I giggled and asked him your paying for books he said no. I want to buy books. So as we were leaving he said he wanted to buy books with his money. It is funny how he is fascinated by a book it is the first thing he asks to do in the morning and the last thing before he goes to bed. Even a nap constitutes a story. Somewhere he got the gene thank god for we all know it was not from me&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/story%20tme%20with%20poppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/story%20tme%20with%20poppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you can see he loves his stories and nothing has be more rewarding than seeing him sit down and read to the cats or tell us the story from his books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/susi%20and%20us%202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/susi%20and%20us%202.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/susi%20and%20us%202.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was always told reading is the best gift you can give and I so realize that now. We have been lucky because so many people have shared this with him. Thank you and hope to add to this blog with more pics or his reading moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113264335305238925?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113264335305238925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113264335305238925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113264335305238925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113264335305238925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/our-little-book-worm.html' title='Our Little Book Worm'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113238228072369041</id><published>2005-11-18T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T00:30:45.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, no pictures this time just an update on the comedy of Nicho. Now there are times when he like most kids does not like sharing but when it comes down to it he is very thoughtful. He tries to help the kid that has just fallen down (even if he is bigger), likes to share his chocolate and apologizes to his toys if they fall or get broken. Sometimes he gets a little too sympathtic to inanimate objest when he knocks them over or steps on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However this last shopping trip was the true example of thoughfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is so funny when we go shopping. He never throws a fit when he looks at something and we make him put it back. We tell him either he has that at home or not today and it always worked. We carry on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well we were in Zellers and he say a toy thathe said " he needed" the funny thing was it was not for him. I told him not today and that we had go find daddy. "Show daddy!" so off we finally went to find him. This was after a bit of a fit because he had to get it. When I put the toy on the shelf again he was upset that he needed it. Anyway long story short... it was the toy that he wanted to give to his buddy Liam. When he told me this I laughed. He told me Liam likes Dinosaurs and he had to give this to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So for Christmas ,Liam is getting a remote control, growling, moving dinosaur. However the mystery remains, whether or not Nicho will be telling Liam about his Dinosaur situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113238228072369041?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113238228072369041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113238228072369041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113238228072369041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113238228072369041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/going-shopping.html' title='Going Shopping!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113204462859314214</id><published>2005-11-11T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T00:31:55.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Illness that would not let go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/sicko%20nicho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/sicko%20nicho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here he is not feeling well it has been almost two weeks since he first came down with this horrible flu or in his case tonsilitis. I was told by a reliable source he looked so sweet that we needed to get picture so here it is. Shortly after this picture he spiked his fever to 102 and off to emergency we went. Just a more severe case of tonstilitis. That is our Nicho no matter what he is just so adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113204462859314214?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113204462859314214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113204462859314214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113204462859314214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113204462859314214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/illness-that-would-not-let-go.html' title='The Illness that would not let go!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113204124314355377</id><published>2005-10-31T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T00:29:21.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween is for the Birds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/halloween%20parrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/halloween%20parrot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Halloween was a great time. If only Nicho could have participated. We were all sick and feeling yucky so no trick or treating this year. BOO HOO! How ever we did manage to get to the Halloween Party at the Cultural Center and Nicho had a blast. He did really well playing with the other kids. Nanny was there to see it all and Nicho was happy that she was.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was a photo taken before the party. What a happy little boy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113204124314355377?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113204124314355377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113204124314355377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113204124314355377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113204124314355377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-is-for-birds.html' title='Halloween is for the Birds.'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113220103633412894</id><published>2005-10-29T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T00:29:58.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/nicho%20n%20mommy%20nurse%20b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/nicho%20n%20mommy%20nurse%20b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/family%20with%20nurse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/family%20with%20nurse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well as you can see there is going to be a bit of a catch up period just to update as to what has been going on over the last year. Perhaps longer depending on how ambitious I get. I thought I would include a recent family photo from my grad and one just Nicho and I. He too even wore white for the occasion. He was such a good little boy and sat quietly through almost the entire ceremony. Well at least until he decided that he wanted to come and visit mommy on stage. That's my boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113220103633412894?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113220103633412894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113220103633412894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113220103633412894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113220103633412894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/big-day.html' title='The Big Day'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113204224289390771</id><published>2005-10-17T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:56:33.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/happy%20hockey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/happy%20hockey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well Nicholas has completed the first session of skating and he managed to deal with wearing some borrowed bob skates, (thanx Liam) for about 15 minutes in the last couple of lessons. He is not to fond of his real skates. Some of you may ask what about the rest of the time on ice? Well, he was in his boots. They say in this "Boots to Skates" program that it is a slow transition. They did not say how slow. However we are not pushing too hard and perhaps he won't be a hockey player but nevertheless we will keep trying in hopes that he will soon be on a regular skate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here he is just happy being on the ice and sliding around getting his balance and playing with the hockey stick. Hey it's the North it is not as though we will run out of ice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113204224289390771?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113204224289390771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113204224289390771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113204224289390771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113204224289390771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-ice.html' title='On the Ice'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113221789941807240</id><published>2005-10-11T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T00:36:04.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Picasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/dabbing%20away%20n.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/dabbing%20away%20n.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well I must say it hasn't taken Nicholas long to get into enjoying art. I have a wall in his bedroom that is dedicated to his fantastic creations and there is minimal room for additions. What does one do with all the creations from&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/at%20the%20h2o%20tablen.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/at%20the%20h2o%20tablen.0.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; these special years. I know most of mine were not saved, and what for would I have really hung onto them after all my worldly travels? They probabally would be sitting next to my old t-shirt collection (at one time it was over 75) that eventually ended up at the local thrift shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/playing%20avec%20Liam%20n.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/playing%20avec%20Liam%20n.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway Nicho's work can be seen for now on his wall or in a box depending on the type. He has made crowns, glued, painted, glued, stenciled, stamped, glued and coloured many different things. Did I say glued? He loves to glue...almost as much as he loves playdoh. If you could combine those two I would really have a mess. Every Tuesday for 2 hours we pack our bag and head to the Cultural Center for Art Class. Nicho has really enjoyed this and always asks when the next one is going to happen. Like I said very creative and imaginative and sometimes abstract just like picasso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/look%20at%20my%20painted%20face.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/look%20at%20my%20painted%20face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They also get to play in a water table and a sand table and let me tell you there are reasons why I will never have one of these in my home. Nicholas having more sand in his pockets than in the table is just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you can see we spend many a cold and miserable day inside and the result is usually funny and messy. I am not too sure who ended up with more paint on their face...Nicho or mommy! .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113221789941807240?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113221789941807240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113221789941807240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113221789941807240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113221789941807240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/10/next-picasso.html' title='The Next Picasso'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113203931768795114</id><published>2005-09-30T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:53:36.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to our Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/to%20print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" height="437" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/to%20print.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I thought it would be a good idea to keep everyone up to date with one of these blog sites. I can show some pics and share in the events that are going on in our life. Now that school for me has slowed down (now a graduate) I can take a little time to keeping abreast of the many changes happening in this two year olds life. Can you believe it has been so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am working at the Fort St. John Hospital now. Only casual but it is a foot in the door. Unfortunately the week after grad I was really sick and was not able to take any shifts. I was not alone though Nicho was also sick, he had tonsilitis. We sent Nanny home with it too. She was really impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyhow here is a picture of Nicho I took in September. Hard to beleive we had such nice weather. Yes, the sun does shine here from time to time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113203931768795114?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113203931768795114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113203931768795114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113203931768795114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113203931768795114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome-to-our-blog.html' title='Welcome to our Blog!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113263967191497834</id><published>2005-09-21T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:08:17.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/making%20a%20bear.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/making%20a%20bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Well, when were in Edmonton there was a store that provided the tools to make your very own teddy bear. You got to pick the bear, stuff it, put a heart in it, tell it a secret, name it and dress it. You can also record a message in it . Well, as some of you may know I am a big bear fan so this was something I had to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/bear%20bath.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/bear%20bath.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/heart%20bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/200/heart%20bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here are some pictures that day of bears we made for Nicho's best &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/bear%20bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;buddies, Liam and Conor. He recorded his own voice ( which was a bit of a challenge) and did all the work him self. We were quite impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Hope you like the pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113263967191497834?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113263967191497834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113263967191497834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113263967191497834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113263967191497834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/09/making-bear.html' title='Making a bear'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113463550118307006</id><published>2005-09-15T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:31:41.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes a bridge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/here%20comes%20the%20bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/here%20comes%20the%20bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;On our trip to Edmonton we learned that you have to come up with various things to amuse an ambitious 2 year old. One was a game where when we travel on the road and come to a bridge we have to stretch really high to touch the bridge. This is a great way to let out some energy and amuse Nicho at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, every time there was a pedestrian bridge, train bridge, overpass or anything going over the road, up went the hands. After awhile I was glad to be on the highway.There are too many of those overhighway things in Edmonton.  It was so funny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Here he is getting grandpa in the act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;It is too bad that there are few bridges in Fort St. John. Actually there are none but there sometimes is a cherry picker on the main street and Nicho finds this a great excuse to pretend that there is a bridge.  Hey, you have to have a good imagination to live here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113463550118307006?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113463550118307006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113463550118307006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113463550118307006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113463550118307006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/09/here-comes-bridge.html' title='Here comes a bridge!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113261089055322191</id><published>2005-08-23T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:18:29.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Second Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/nichoyr%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/nichoyr%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well it is hard to believe that I am a mommy of a 2 year old. We finally have the pictures of our little cutie and I don't think he will ever be the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Okay we even thought that the photographer was scary, but Nicholas well he says he doesn't want pictures anymore there. When I went to pick up the photo's she was there and he would not even go near the desk. Perhaps it was those gigantic earings and shrill voice or maybe just the big hair. Either way poor Nicho has been traumatized by our Walmart Photo Studio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Never the less we did get a great picture, and this is how it looks. He of course had to have his car. That is Nicho always some kind of car in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113261089055322191?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113261089055322191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113261089055322191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113261089055322191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113261089055322191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-second-birthday.html' title='Happy Second Birthday!'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113388378742184071</id><published>2003-08-31T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T07:43:07.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of Nicholas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/nic%20in%20the%20sink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/nic%20in%20the%20sink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well it is amazing to relate the size of this little person to things. I have taken some pictures so I can look back and say things like our bathroom sink was you bathtub and Tigger was bigger than you. And trust me not many things are bigger than Tigger. It has been a month of excitement. Cooing and gaaing and of course those little smiles and gurgles&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/nic%20n%20tigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/nic%20n%20tigger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicho is a little furnace and has a sedation effect to anyone that holds him. As Auntie Faith said you pick him up and hold him and want to go to sleep. Anyway here are some pictures to proove my theory. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/nicholas%20sept%2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/nicholas%20sept%2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicho loved to go for a drive in his seat and with his little gloves he looked like a boxer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113388378742184071?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113388378742184071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113388378742184071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113388378742184071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113388378742184071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2003/08/month-of-nicholas.html' title='Month of Nicholas'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18982621.post-113388224302421267</id><published>2003-08-23T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T07:26:54.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting Nicholas Mario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/sm%20day%201.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/sm%20day%201.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well here are some pictures of the most wonderful day in my life. The day that Nicholas came into my life. After 36 hours, some aggravating nurses and leg cramps that I thought would never go away I was sent down to the OR to have a C section. The epidural didn't work so out went the lights and moments later out came Nicholas. However this was only after a strong warning to Mario to make sure he did not let that baby leave his sight. I didn't want anyone walking away with my little pesky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/our%20family.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is taken after his first bath and all cleaned up and ready to see mommy. It was our first family photo. He was only about 30 mins old here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although he was 8 lbs, 3 ounces he seemed so tiny. He barely fit into the clothes in the nursery. I didn't have to many outfits to dress him in at home either. Being almost 2 weeks overdue we were not sure how big he was going to be. Here is he is a few hours old doing what he did very well.. sleep! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/daddy%20and%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="276" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/daddy%20and%20baby.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/Mommy%20holding%20child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/320/Mommy%20holding%20child.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well time has flown over the past 2 years but one thing has never changed at that is Mommy and Daddy are very proud of their little boy...NICHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/294/1870/1600/sm%20day%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18982621-113388224302421267?l=nichoslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113388224302421267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18982621&amp;postID=113388224302421267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113388224302421267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18982621/posts/default/113388224302421267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nichoslife.blogspot.com/2003/08/presenting-nicholas-mario.html' title='Presenting Nicholas Mario'/><author><name>Nicho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042224356534414800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
