<?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-6122758589631187795</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:23:18.141-05:00</updated><category term='san deigo'/><category term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>adventures of logan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-3111045514178997901</id><published>2009-04-08T20:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:12:32.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break musings...</title><content type='html'>Ahhh... spring break. Remind me to schedule the entire week off next year. Jeff stayed home with Logan on Monday. He had some 'guy-time' planned. He was going to take him out to the farm to shoot some targets with the bb gun. (the bb gun that I was not aware that he was getting for Christmas.) But... it was wet, cold and I believe we had some snow on Monday. So they lounged around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, after a doctor's appointment for me, Logan and I spent a nice afternoon with Abby &amp;amp; Holly. And after several options for fun, we opted for "Aliens vs. Monsters." In 3-D no less. It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby wanted to go play laser-tag. To which Logan responded, "My mom can't hold the gun." (All because I truly can't hold a bowling ball without dealing with swollen knuckles for a week thereafter. I do think I could handle the laser tag gun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, plan: Jeff-work. Me-work. Logan-Jacob's house. Actual: 7:20 am my cell phone has died. Voicemails I get on the way to work,  1. my assistant is sick 1. Jacob is sick. So, I turn around go back to the house, (before Jeff &amp;amp; Logan are out of bed) and take Logan to work with me. Revised plan: 1/2 day at work with Mommy.  1/2 day at work with Daddy. Revised plan 2: 1/2 day at work with Mommy then Mommy works 1/2 day at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual day: Logan and Mommy at work until 2:30 or 3:00. I do have to say he was very well behaved. But it does add a little extra stress to my day wondering how everyone, including my boss will react to him being there. Oh well, we both survived and he actually had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he is spending the night &amp;amp; tomorrow with friend in Ohio. We will see what Friday holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-3111045514178997901?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3111045514178997901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=3111045514178997901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/3111045514178997901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/3111045514178997901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-musings.html' title='spring break musings...'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><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-6122758589631187795.post-5697578909210060554</id><published>2009-03-27T19:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:13:45.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a fume &amp; a prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you heard the expression 'on a wing and a prayer'? Well last week, I decided to change it to... on a fume and a prayer. Let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Logan and I were heading over to the Western Hills area of Ohio, I exited I-75 at the Harrison Ave. Exit. If you aren't familiar with that area, the exit ramp makes a loop and goes up a slight hill. About half way through the loop my car begins to lose power and start sputtering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Oh no! I forgot to get gas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Logan immediately said, "Want me to say a prayer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, we did make it to the gas station. The book for my car says the gas tank holds 19 gallons. I put 19.4 in at that BP station. Like I said, a fume and a prayer.&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/6122758589631187795-5697578909210060554?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5697578909210060554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=5697578909210060554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5697578909210060554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5697578909210060554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/fume-prayer.html' title='a fume &amp; a prayer'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><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-6122758589631187795.post-5108591159348521408</id><published>2009-01-03T18:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:16:49.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow it is 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/SV_8_YOYSxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CsTNemffwzs/s1600-h/webtubin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287222653320973074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/SV_8_YOYSxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CsTNemffwzs/s320/webtubin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well here it is, January 3rd, 2009. I can't believe that I haven't posted anything since April. Life in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dodd&lt;/span&gt; household has been fun and busy, but fairly uneventful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went tubing last night at Perfect North Slopes, with a group of friends. Then had a late dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LaRosa's&lt;/span&gt;. It was fun, interesting taking a six year old tubing. He had fun, after he figured out there is life at the end of the hill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first time he rode down with Daddy and Mr. Steve. "It was fun Mommy!" he told me as we were heading up to ride down together. "I hope you don't mind screaming, 'cause I screamed a lot!" I didn't mind the screaming, it was the tears of fear when we jumped into our tubes to head down the hill together. I felt like such a mean mom (what's new) until his tears of fear turned into screams of laughter. Maybe this will become a regular January tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/SV_8_zGwU7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/IuNBCsUt0xI/s1600-h/web_dig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287222660536751026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/SV_8_zGwU7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/IuNBCsUt0xI/s320/web_dig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a photo of our little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;archaeologist&lt;/span&gt;. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;excavating&lt;/span&gt; for lost Egyptian treasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is 'serious' work. (Can't you tell by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;expression!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/SV_8_zGwU7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/IuNBCsUt0xI/s1600-h/web_dig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/SV_8_zGwU7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/IuNBCsUt0xI/s1600-h/web_dig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/SV_8_zGwU7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/IuNBCsUt0xI/s1600-h/web_dig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-5108591159348521408?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5108591159348521408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=5108591159348521408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5108591159348521408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5108591159348521408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-it-is-2009.html' title='Wow it is 2009!'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/SV_8_YOYSxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CsTNemffwzs/s72-c/webtubin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-6624353043995297552</id><published>2008-04-27T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:08:36.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the mouth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night while I was putting Logan to bed, he asked, "Mommy, how did the first person get on the world if there was no one there to have him?" I answered by talking about how God created the earth and how he created man from the dust of the earth. "Can you tell me the name of the first man that God created?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; "Adam" he correctly replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do you remember the name of the first woman that God created to help man?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He thought about it for a minute and then replied, "Stephanie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-6624353043995297552?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6624353043995297552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=6624353043995297552' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6624353043995297552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6624353043995297552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-of-mouth.html' title='out of the mouth...'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-294930617487983714</id><published>2008-04-12T20:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:29:35.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>early morning at the dodd house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/SAFhAFAQcXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ss9AadiqT5c/s1600-h/firetruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188534899678671218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/SAFhAFAQcXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ss9AadiqT5c/s320/firetruck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday night, Jeff and Ben Scott installed a new hot water heater. (The fun week really started on Tuesday night when our water heater busted!) Since it was a new water heater, Jeff and I decided it might be a good idea to finally invest in a carbon monoxide detector. Since we have NEVER had one in the house before last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We plugged it in around midnight, I crashed and about 4 am we were all jolted awake by the beautiful (tons of sarcasm) sound of the alarm telling us we had carbon monoxide in our house. Jeff and I decided, it must be a faulty alarm. None of us had any symptons and we really just wanted to go back to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We couldn't get back to sleep, so we decided to let the fire department come and give us the all clear so we could sleep. I called 911 and they told us to get out of the house. So, with all in our jammies and flip flops, we waited on the porch wrapped in an afgan. The EMT and a large fire truck pulled up in front of our house (no sirens! Yeah!) and a ton of firefighters roll out. To make a long story short, they found carbon monoxide in our house and headed to UC Hospital to get all three of us checked out (still in our jammies and flip flops).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, I can't make it too short, what's the fun in blogging if you can't rattle on! The good doctor at UC told the emergency driver to take Logan to Children's and bring the parents to UC. You can imagine how well that went over with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Luckily for us the EMT specialists, the doctors &amp;amp; nurses at Children's thought that was utterly ridiculous and they admitted all three of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So after about 3 to 3 1/2 hours at Children's we only had trace amounts in our systems and we were released. We called Vicky Litmer and she came to pick us up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had to call someone to come check out our house and find the source of the problem. But of course, no one can find the sourse of our carbon monoxide. The furnice and water heater (it is wondeful to have hot water again!) both checked out fine. And so far the dectectors are showing clean air in our house. A huge thanks to the Union Emergency Services for doing a fine job. What a great bunch of guys! That Chad Scott guy must do a good job training!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-294930617487983714?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/294930617487983714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=294930617487983714' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/294930617487983714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/294930617487983714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/early-morning-at-dodd-house.html' title='early morning at the dodd house'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/SAFhAFAQcXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ss9AadiqT5c/s72-c/firetruck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-7573642122475875430</id><published>2008-03-09T10:30:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:14:58.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home again, home again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow! What a great way to be welcomed home... over a foot of snow and a broken garage door! We can't get my car out of the garage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Which is very odd, since my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Derrell&lt;/span&gt; had dreamed that we came back and our garage door was open and someone had tried to rob us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a great trip. Disney is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt; the way to cruise. It is not overwhelmingly Disney - Mickey Mouse, High School Musical and such is not everywhere! But the level of service and fun is all Disney! With just enough of the other stuff to keep everyone happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175769959415476130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R9QHWw4Y76I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UerAC6l5C7o/s320/web_comfy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175770964437823442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R9QIRQ4Y79I/AAAAAAAAAJA/NDK-8h1KtoQ/s320/web_wonder.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We boarded the ship on Sunday afternoon and looked around the ship to find:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. three pools (one kids, one family and one adults only!)&lt;br /&gt;2. a huge food buffet&lt;br /&gt;3. our inside state room (small but adequate with TV - mostly Disney of course)&lt;br /&gt;4. one jumbo screen by the pool&lt;br /&gt;5. movie theater&lt;br /&gt;6. theater for some great Disney shows complete with all the Disney magic ("Mom, how did they do that?" was Logan's favorite question.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oceaneer's&lt;/span&gt; Club where Logan got to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flubber&lt;/span&gt;, hunt for Capt. Hook's treasure, dig for whale bones, build a beach and see a magic show.&lt;br /&gt;8. More food&lt;br /&gt;9. Spa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; relaxation&lt;br /&gt;10. game room&lt;br /&gt;11. lots of ocean and so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;They pack a lot of fun into a 4 night cruise. We went ashore at Nassau, didn't tour a lot, we took a 40 minute ferry ride to Blue Lagoon island and had an encounter with a couple of dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175771359574814690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R9QIoQ4Y7-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/A9YpXdKLFms/s320/web_hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We got to feed, pet, hug and kiss a dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175771733236969458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R9QI-A4Y7_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dhz3tsdU25o/s320/web_dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And dance with a dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175768993047834514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R9QGeg4Y75I/AAAAAAAAAIg/-igjAZYyR7w/s320/web_spit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dolpin&lt;/span&gt; didn't think Jeff was much of a dancer! The water was so very cold. I really had to force myself (&amp;amp; Logan) to get in the water. It was fun to see a dolphin that close. Such a fun (but bitter cold) experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, Tuesday, we went ashore at Castaway Cay (pronounced Key), which is Disney's private island. Wow! I could have spent two or three days there. It was beautiful. This is where Logan got to do a treasure hunt, dig for bones and build a beach. (and get a little sunburned) Jeff and I took a bike ride around part of the island to an observation tower. (Logan was having too much fun with the club counselors and other kids to be bothered with Mom &amp;amp; Dad.) After lunch, we did make Logan go with us to the beach to try snorkeling. The water wasn't quite as cold, but it wasn't warm either. The snorkeling was a bit of a bust, we didn't travel far enough off shore. But we enjoyed the sun and sand for a while before getting back on the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Disney characters would visit at different times for photo and autograph sessions. We didn't get to see them all and sometimes Mom didn't have a camera, but Logan would say hello anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will post more pictures when I can get out of my garage to have my 35mm film developed. (I know, I have to get into the 21st century and get a good digital camera!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-7573642122475875430?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7573642122475875430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=7573642122475875430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/7573642122475875430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/7573642122475875430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/home-again-home-again.html' title='home again, home again...'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R9QHWw4Y76I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UerAC6l5C7o/s72-c/web_comfy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-6411517554817044340</id><published>2008-02-29T20:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:13:19.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm going to disney &amp; i lost a tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172572745128189522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8irgZg7nlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EnUcJurFoJo/s400/toothless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hello everyone. It's a big week at the Dodd household. Logan lost a tooth on Wednesday morning. (See cheesy shot above!) My baby is growing up. He let our friend/neighbor Carrie pull it. He had worked it so much it practically fell out. He told Carrie, "I don't think my mommy is very good at it. She's never pulled a tooth before." Me and my big mouth, I shouldn't have told him that I had never pulled a tooth. Oh well. His first tooth was very exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday night Logan and I ate dinner with Tammy, Emma &amp;amp; Michaela Martin. The girls are really growing up. Emma and Logan had a great time giggling and playing together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The photo below is his, "I'm leaving for my cruise tomorrow" look. Yes tomorrow we fly out of Dayton for a 4 night Bahamian Disney cruise. Warm weather, sandy beaches and all the Mickey Mouse you can handle... what more could you ask for? Any way, check back in a week or so and I'll have a few pics to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8irLpg7njI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_YfbbQBkdnQ/s1600-h/going2disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172572388645903922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8irLpg7njI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_YfbbQBkdnQ/s400/going2disney.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/6122758589631187795-6411517554817044340?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6411517554817044340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=6411517554817044340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6411517554817044340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6411517554817044340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-going-to-disney-i-lost-tooth.html' title='i&apos;m going to disney &amp; i lost a tooth'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8irgZg7nlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EnUcJurFoJo/s72-c/toothless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-711441304892418634</id><published>2008-02-28T22:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:36:34.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's feeding time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8d9aJg7nhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/r9ddLha-ZOE/s1600-h/goat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172240585242418706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8d9aJg7nhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/r9ddLha-ZOE/s400/goat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last weekend when we were visiting my parents. Logan and I took a trip to the barn. My uncle raises goats and currently has about 25. The little ones are cute! The big ones... not so much! Logan got to bottle feed one of the baby goats. He was more concerned with the puppies that wanted to check out the action.&lt;/span&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172240001126866434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8d84Jg7ngI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PrPkKyYdLyc/s320/goat2.jpg" border="0" /&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/6122758589631187795-711441304892418634?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/711441304892418634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=711441304892418634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/711441304892418634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/711441304892418634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-feeding-time.html' title='it&apos;s feeding time'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8d9aJg7nhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/r9ddLha-ZOE/s72-c/goat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-236657387729375386</id><published>2008-02-28T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:17:41.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feeding the goat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last weekend when we were visiting my parents, Logan got to visit the goats. My Uncle raises goats and has about 25 or more. Logan fed one of them with a bottle. Logan was more concerned with the dog than feeding the goat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8d7ij5rnkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6VR8CTr3NzI/s1600-h/goat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172238530741247554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8d7ij5rnkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6VR8CTr3NzI/s320/goat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8d7iT5rnjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IeeRT79jquI/s1600-h/goat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172238526446280242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8d7iT5rnjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IeeRT79jquI/s320/goat1.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/6122758589631187795-236657387729375386?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/236657387729375386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=236657387729375386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/236657387729375386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/236657387729375386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2008/02/feeding-goat.html' title='feeding the goat'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R8d7ij5rnkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6VR8CTr3NzI/s72-c/goat2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-6344108648228957286</id><published>2008-01-06T21:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:03:08.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>winter fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R4GU0sB2dYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ddWWh2urqsE/s1600-h/tubing_random_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152563081581589890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R4GU0sB2dYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ddWWh2urqsE/s320/tubing_random_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, we had a blast Friday night. We went over to Perfect North Slopes and went tubing! I have zero pictures of the evening, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I forgot my camera and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I couldn't hold and camera and a tube at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went with a group of friends from church and had a good time. Jeff had an upset stomach, so he was sidelined and watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first trip down, I held onto Logan's tube and we went down together. He was scared. He cried a little going down, but once we were at the bottom, he was ready to give it one more try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He LOVED the doing the long trains. The first time we had a long train with Steve, Pam, Erin, Logan and me, we went down fast. He looked scared all the way down, but exclaimed, "Let's do that again!" once we stopped. We tubed for over 2 hours, the last time up, Logan couldn't take two steps without falling. He told Mrs. Michelle, "It's past my bedtime." He was exhausted. We are looking forward to doing it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-6344108648228957286?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6344108648228957286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=6344108648228957286' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6344108648228957286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6344108648228957286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-fun.html' title='winter fun'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R4GU0sB2dYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ddWWh2urqsE/s72-c/tubing_random_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-9161771332284098587</id><published>2008-01-06T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:55:07.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quick Christmas update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe I haven't updated the blog since November. Shame on me! December was hectic. As you experienced also. But it was a great holiday season. Logan (in his own words) got all I ever wanted from Santa.. real tools made of metal! Of course, that was not all he received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At Thanksgiving, someone asked Gage, my great-nephew (age 4), what he wanted for Christmas. To which Logan quickly replied, "It doesn't matter anyway, cause Santa doesn't bring you what you want!" This because 'Santa' decided Logan was too big for a Diego &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tree house&lt;/span&gt; last year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think he has changed his mind this year! We baked cookies for Santa. And remembered to leave out extra carrots for Rudolf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152561909055518034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R4GTwcB2dVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PCumc5AzrGc/s320/cookieweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After Christmas, Logan enjoyed playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paleontologist&lt;/span&gt;. Santa also brought him a Dinosaur dig. Plastic bones encased in plaster that he got to dig out with a hammer and a chisel. You can tell he took his work very seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152561909055518050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R4GTwcB2dWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OjBK6WqjCm0/s320/dino2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152561913350485362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R4GTwsB2dXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/537XiNYvT_I/s320/dino_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-9161771332284098587?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9161771332284098587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=9161771332284098587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/9161771332284098587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/9161771332284098587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/quick-christmas-update.html' title='quick Christmas update'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/R4GTwcB2dVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PCumc5AzrGc/s72-c/cookieweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-9012199011616490798</id><published>2007-11-17T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:01:02.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san deigo'/><title type='text'>mom's ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I returned from a trip to San Diego last Sunday. I had went out west for a conference with work and left Jeff and Logan to fend for themselves. While I was away, My nephew Adam and his wife, Stephanie, asked Logan where his mommy was, "San Diego." he replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When they asked him what I was doing in San Diego, he told them I was looking for a new job. Stephanie said that little kids always know what's going on, but to be sure they asked Jeff. To which he replied, "Well, right now she's cold!" (and I was. I had packed for low 70's and arrived to 50's.) Anyway, Adam took that as Jeff avoiding the question. Adam and Stephanie then thought we were moving to Cali! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nope, sorry guys, can't get rid of us that easy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-9012199011616490798?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9012199011616490798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=9012199011616490798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/9012199011616490798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/9012199011616490798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/11/moms-ramblings.html' title='mom&apos;s ramblings'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><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-6122758589631187795.post-3771217751819771699</id><published>2007-11-02T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T20:00:58.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the kindergartener</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RyvHrCoaedI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NBL8xUpBXEQ/s1600-h/kindergarten1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128412142946122194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RyvHrCoaedI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NBL8xUpBXEQ/s320/kindergarten1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep! That's our boy. The big kindergartener looking quite pleased with himself. I hope everyone had a great halloween! We did. The Scott boys came over to trick or treat with us, along with  Hannah, Lucas and LeeAnn Saylor. We had a great time. We made a fast dash around the neighborhood in 45 minutes so we could still make it to bible study on time. Of course the pics are still in my 35mm waiting to be developed. Someday I will graduate to a new digital camera that I like.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-3771217751819771699?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3771217751819771699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=3771217751819771699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/3771217751819771699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/3771217751819771699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/11/kindergartener.html' title='the kindergartener'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RyvHrCoaedI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NBL8xUpBXEQ/s72-c/kindergarten1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-6631156311463570090</id><published>2007-10-28T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:52:21.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally! It is almost the end of October and I haven't posted since mid-August. I am sure I have voilated some sort of bloggers law. But finally, here I am at midnight, downloading photos from the weekend. It has been a busy couple of months, but I will be honest, I haven't posted because I am lazy. That and who can keep up the Scott's blog. They do all kinds of fun stuff, like going to a doggie halloween party, camping, host halloween parties. OK obviously it is late, because I am rambling and not getting to the fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to my first parent-teacher conference. On Wednesday, before going, I told Logan I was going to talk to his teacher. He asked, "What about?" "You" I replied. Then I asked, what is she going to tell me about you? His eyes widened. "Mom, I had to turn my color." Completely ratted himself out. Kinda funny, but kinda scary. He is a little sneaky. Anyway back to the PTC - Love setting in the kindergarten chairs! Basically she said Logan was doing great and a joy to have in class, blah, blah, blah... Oh yeah, did I mention he talks too much and interrupts her during class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ask Logan why he interrupted his teacher and all he had to say in his defense, "I had something to say!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He is learning a lot. We play word games in the car and he loves learning new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now for the fun part. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HALLOWEEN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Such a fun time of year. I love making his costume, I hope it continues to be a tradition in our house. But all too soon, he will prefer the cooler store bought jobs. This year he wanted to be a dragon. I thought he was a dragon last year, to which I was reminded it was a dinosaur. Again, I thought they were the same thing. Again I was corrected, "Mom, a dragon has wings!" So, I had to creat a red dragon with wings that blew fire. Jeff thought a lighter with a can of hairspray would work fine. (Jokingly!) But we opted for something a little safer. Here's my fire-breathing, shiny-winged flying, red dragon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126606070543448466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RyVdDyoaeZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/k_vnL9G3joM/s320/dragonfront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126606074838415778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RyVdECoaeaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Uzjil1p6OJ4/s320/dragonback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK for my last bit of blogging for the night, I promised HollyM a pic of my new 'do. Since it was halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126607801415268802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RyVeoioaecI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qKT5C2hJ3jA/s320/halloweenie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do enjoy playing with photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-6631156311463570090?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6631156311463570090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=6631156311463570090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6631156311463570090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6631156311463570090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-about-time.html' title='it&apos;s about time...'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RyVdDyoaeZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/k_vnL9G3joM/s72-c/dragonfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-6563221314632505742</id><published>2007-08-26T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T15:19:41.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and they're off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the training wheels! Satuday afternoon, as we were loading the car for a birthday party. Logan wanted to ride his bike and he was working diligently with a wrench to take off the training wheels. Daddy came to the rescue and took them off. Logan insisted on no help. "I want to do it like Jacob told me." He then repeated Jacob's (5-year-old next door) instructions and took off from the driveway all the way around the back of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I were amazed. I would have pictures, however they are still in my camera - my 35mm camera waiting to be developed. I'll share later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-6563221314632505742?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6563221314632505742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=6563221314632505742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6563221314632505742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6563221314632505742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-theyre-off.html' title='and they&apos;re off...'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><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-6122758589631187795.post-5767480686352576205</id><published>2007-08-20T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:12:58.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>big day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RspH3VFHVHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rtyeVOu0oZ8/s1600-h/waitingbus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100968543827481714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RspH3VFHVHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rtyeVOu0oZ8/s320/waitingbus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was a very big day for Logan (&amp; Mom). Logan officially became a kindergartener. A proud student of Mann Elementary, home of the Mavericks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;First order of the day was brunch at Julia and Ellie's with my fellow first-timers, Julia and Ryan. We live so close together but all of us are attending different schools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a great brunch, it was time to head home and wait for the bus. Our neighbor, Jacob is also starting kindergarten today. He and Logan are both 'Mann Mavericks' but in different classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After Logan eagerly jumped on the bus, I headed to Mann to watch my big boy enter school for the first time. Once inside the building, he didn't know where to go and got a little afraid. I didn't get any pictures at that point, because I heard him say, "I need my mommy, cause I don't know where I am supposed to be" and the tears started (for Logan). I helped him find the right line and introduced him to another little boy that was in his class and lives on our street! He dried the tears quickly and followed his teacher to the classroom. While I was trying to sneak a peek into his classroom to check, he saw me, gave me a big smile and waved good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100960301785240514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RspAXlFHU8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/tzgvCQUQ0xg/s320/logan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Logan enjoying his "brefkast" (at least I think that's how you would spell it in 'Logan-ese') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100960602432951250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RspApFFHU9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0QH94PUvhr4/s320/ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ryan was very excited about the adventures ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100967538805134418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RspG81FHVFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/n1ghysXzlec/s320/julia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Julia was all smiles and Ellie joined the celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100967835157877858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RspHOFFHVGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yQp6OkPivZI/s320/ellie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100969518785057922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RspIwFFHVII/AAAAAAAAAFo/Rhe8TXyn09Q/s320/logan%26jacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Logan and Jacob ready for the big day! They were the first one's on the bus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100969518785057938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RspIwFFHVJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bWnv_EFWUAY/s320/bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was headed to the bus stop at 4:10 (for a 4:14 delivery) and when I walked opened the garage door, Logan was trying to get in the front door! He was so wound up! He truly enjoyed his first day of kindergarten. When I ask him what he did, his reply was, "we did art and had a snack." He said they were suppose to draw a picture of his family, but he only drew him and Daddy. He didn't have time to draw Mommy and Penny (his pet bunny).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His backpack is ready for another adventure tomorrow... day 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-5767480686352576205?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5767480686352576205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=5767480686352576205' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5767480686352576205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5767480686352576205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-day.html' title='big day'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RspH3VFHVHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rtyeVOu0oZ8/s72-c/waitingbus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-2483701411392808486</id><published>2007-08-15T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:27:06.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>museum of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNTSNgU2mI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-Coodnr26E0/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099010775441529442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNTSNgU2mI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-Coodnr26E0/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photography by Logan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNSUdgU2fI/AAAAAAAAADE/jX_yxCryxN0/s1600-h/logan_dinoweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Grandpa have been visiting with us for a few days. Logan has enjoyed spending the last couple of days with them while Mommy and Daddy were at work. Today we visited the Creation Museum in Petersburg, Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Logan calls it the 'Museum of Life'. They have lots of dinosaur replics and lots of good information. It was an interesting morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNSwtgU2jI/AAAAAAAAADk/t_MnJO9OXsA/s1600-h/logan_dinoweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099010199915911730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNSwtgU2jI/AAAAAAAAADk/t_MnJO9OXsA/s320/logan_dinoweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My what big teeth you have....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNSxdgU2kI/AAAAAAAAADs/d1MIaTRN3EE/s1600-h/logan_dinoweb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099010212800813634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNSxdgU2kI/AAAAAAAAADs/d1MIaTRN3EE/s320/logan_dinoweb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ride'em cowboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNSxdgU2lI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-IS19xdPbMY/s1600-h/mom_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099010212800813650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNSxdgU2lI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-IS19xdPbMY/s320/mom_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Help! Mommy is trapped! (Photography by Logan)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNSUdgU2fI/AAAAAAAAADE/jX_yxCryxN0/s1600-h/logan_dinoweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-2483701411392808486?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2483701411392808486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=2483701411392808486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/2483701411392808486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/2483701411392808486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/museum-of-life.html' title='museum of life'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNTSNgU2mI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-Coodnr26E0/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-5703440324776531921</id><published>2007-08-15T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:17:49.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>teacher meet &amp; greet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNRLdgU2eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/K_6VBcbo750/s1600-h/logan_teachers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099008460454156770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNRLdgU2eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/K_6VBcbo750/s200/logan_teachers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, August 11, we went to tour the new school and meet his kindergarten teacher. Logan is very anxious to get started at his new school. His favorites - the Art and Music rooms! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His new teacher will be Mrs. Frolo-Baker. She will have 11 boys and 5 girls in her afternoon kindergarten class. Fun times ahead! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 5 more days and boom - Logan is a kindergartener! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-5703440324776531921?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5703440324776531921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=5703440324776531921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5703440324776531921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5703440324776531921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/teacher-meet-greet.html' title='teacher meet &amp; greet'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNRLdgU2eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/K_6VBcbo750/s72-c/logan_teachers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-606823157801468482</id><published>2007-08-15T14:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:05:31.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good-bye to little red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNOE9gU2dI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rOzr1osZTiU/s1600-h/logan_lrsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099005050250123730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNOE9gU2dI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rOzr1osZTiU/s320/logan_lrsh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday (the 10th of August) was Logan's last day at Little Red Schoolhouse! He was very happy. He took a cake to share with his friends. (he wanted to add the sprinkles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is excited about his upcoming adventures in kindergarten at his new school - Mann Elementary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-606823157801468482?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/606823157801468482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=606823157801468482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/606823157801468482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/606823157801468482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-bye-to-little-red.html' title='good-bye to little red'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RsNOE9gU2dI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rOzr1osZTiU/s72-c/logan_lrsh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-6600547204668611090</id><published>2007-07-29T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T13:45:16.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shearing time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I finally caved! I gave Logan a buzz cut. He gets so hot, it was time. But I almost cried! But he is still cute. You be the judge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092691671663303106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RqzgF9gU2cI/AAAAAAAAACs/rB0odct9k2Y/s320/HAIRCUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-6600547204668611090?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6600547204668611090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=6600547204668611090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6600547204668611090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6600547204668611090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/shearing-time.html' title='shearing time'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RqzgF9gU2cI/AAAAAAAAACs/rB0odct9k2Y/s72-c/HAIRCUT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-2026471882684244311</id><published>2007-07-27T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T21:45:42.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>week in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whew! It has been a busy week! After lunch at Grandma &amp; Grandpa Dodd's on Sunday, Daddy left to spend a few days with Papa Cheatham in Ellettsville, Indiana at PTP (Preacher Training Program). No, he's not ready to change careers, but he did enjoy the class and visiting with his Grandfather from Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Monday night, I took Logan to Georgetown and met my sister, Louise. Louise took Logan down to Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Proctor's to spend a few days. Logan had a blast. He got to play with his cousin, Brent (2nd cousin actually). Mom said they played hard... all day long. They must have because Logan fell asleep watching Wheel of Fortune Tuesday night. He NEVER falls asleep watching television. Dad said they were good boys - LOUD - but good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I had a couple of days alone. I took Tuesday off and spent most of the day scrapbooking. I am trying to finish his Alaska trip. (OK, reality check - I have just gotten started and a looonnnng way to go!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday night I headed to Lexington to see Allison Kraus and Union Station with a few good friends. Good concert, great seats and fun conversation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092072208530200994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RqqssdgU2aI/AAAAAAAAACc/wo_-0LGa0Uc/s200/crackerbarre%3B%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeff returned home @ midnight on Wednesday and Thursday night I drove back to Georgetown to meet Mom and Dad to pick up Logan.  Holly travelled down with me. We enjoyed our Cracker Barrell 'supper' (2nd time this week!), visiting with Mom and Dad and playing checkers on the front porch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092072212825168306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RqqsstgU2bI/AAAAAAAAACk/LAKHPMrStb0/s200/checkers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow we are having a yard sale. A good time for me to purge the clutter from my house and I am in the right mood to do it! Hopefully the old addage, one man's trash is another man's treasure" holds true tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-2026471882684244311?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2026471882684244311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=2026471882684244311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/2026471882684244311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/2026471882684244311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/week-in-review.html' title='week in review'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RqqssdgU2aI/AAAAAAAAACc/wo_-0LGa0Uc/s72-c/crackerbarre%3B%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-6059793604316929065</id><published>2007-07-07T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T07:06:07.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a day at the zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Ro9-6aMnl9I/AAAAAAAAACM/kC3mRvVaHyA/s1600-h/cintizoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084422046254340050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Ro9-6aMnl9I/AAAAAAAAACM/kC3mRvVaHyA/s320/cintizoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Friday, we had a picnic at the zoo with Holly &amp;amp; Abby Morgan and Amy, Caleb, Ryan and Matthew Scott. It was a fun day. Even the black bears were up and walking around! We left around 3:15 after Logan had a complete and total meltdown because he got a splinter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Little did we know, the electric had went out at the zoo and they were closing. If we keep our tickets, we can go back another day for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-6059793604316929065?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6059793604316929065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=6059793604316929065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6059793604316929065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/6059793604316929065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-at-zoo.html' title='a day at the zoo'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Ro9-6aMnl9I/AAAAAAAAACM/kC3mRvVaHyA/s72-c/cintizoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-3903258057320558568</id><published>2007-07-07T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T07:08:08.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twin update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Ro-CHKMnl-I/AAAAAAAAACU/Tv78AUiDmFE/s1600-h/twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084425563832555490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Ro-CHKMnl-I/AAAAAAAAACU/Tv78AUiDmFE/s320/twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maddox and Morgan got to come home (ok a week ago!) They are doing great. Maddox (left) has the typical 'Proctor' head, which is noticeably larger than Morgan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Big brother Gage (age 4) is adjusting quite well and being a great helper to Mom &amp;amp; Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-3903258057320558568?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3903258057320558568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=3903258057320558568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/3903258057320558568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/3903258057320558568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/twin-update.html' title='twin update'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Ro-CHKMnl-I/AAAAAAAAACU/Tv78AUiDmFE/s72-c/twins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-5600167506306865963</id><published>2007-06-20T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T08:56:27.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures of the babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RnnaE46-gZI/AAAAAAAAABs/8_P0YltoDjE/s1600-h/maddox_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078329832371028370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RnnaE46-gZI/AAAAAAAAABs/8_P0YltoDjE/s320/maddox_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maddox Lee Proctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RnnaFo6-gaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ar6vJj84xcI/s1600-h/morgan_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078329845255930274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RnnaFo6-gaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ar6vJj84xcI/s320/morgan_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morgan LaChelle Proctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, I have pictures!! My cute little great-niece and nephew. I get to take Candy to the hospital on Friday, so I get to hold the babies!! Yeah! I will take a few more pictures. They are not eating as they should and have to stay in the hospital for a while. Maddox and Morgan are breathing on their own, but need to gain some weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-5600167506306865963?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5600167506306865963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=5600167506306865963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5600167506306865963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5600167506306865963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictures-of-babies.html' title='pictures of the babies'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RnnaE46-gZI/AAAAAAAAABs/8_P0YltoDjE/s72-c/maddox_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-5082347571640201382</id><published>2007-06-12T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:21:54.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new cousins for logan</title><content type='html'>My nephew, Steve and his wife Candy, were blessed with twins, Maddox and Morgan! I don't have pics yet, but I am sure Darlene (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/span&gt;) will have a few for me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan is breathing on her own - no oxygen! Yeah! Maddox is the fighter. He needs a little more help in the lung department. They weighed in a little over 4 pounds each, and both with a head full of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gage is a big brother! I will post pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-5082347571640201382?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5082347571640201382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=5082347571640201382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5082347571640201382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5082347571640201382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-cousins-for-logan.html' title='new cousins for logan'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><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-6122758589631187795.post-1883753176467293704</id><published>2007-06-11T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:02:47.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ready or not here he comes...</title><content type='html'>Today I took my five-year-old to his kindergarten screening. What an experience... a 2 1/2 hour experience. Kudos to all the teachers (none of them were kindergarten teachers) who volunteered for this tour of duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan did well. But it was quite funny. One of the teachers ask him to say his ABC's. "Frontwards or backwards?" he asked. The same teacher asked him to draw a picture of a person and then a ball. The conversation went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I draw a cat ball?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is a cat ball?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yarn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, kindergarten is going to be quite an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rm38R46-gWI/AAAAAAAAABU/GImtAxnKiCM/s1600-h/logan_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074989739384144226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rm38R46-gWI/AAAAAAAAABU/GImtAxnKiCM/s320/logan_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rm38SI6-gXI/AAAAAAAAABc/2w6GTLyBENE/s1600-h/loganhide_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074989743679111538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rm38SI6-gXI/AAAAAAAAABc/2w6GTLyBENE/s320/loganhide_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, we went to Portrait Innovations for his five-year-old shots. Not really impressed with the photographer, but she got lucky and got a couple of good ones. (and some not so good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a fun day. Abby and Holly went with us, so we had a pic of them together.  With their blond hair, they could pass for siblings. We did have a lady ask us if they were brother and sister a few weeks back. She said they "fight like brother and sisters!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074991569040212354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rm398Y6-gYI/AAAAAAAAABk/pUiA4hpVebY/s320/abby_logan_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rm38SI6-gXI/AAAAAAAAABc/2w6GTLyBENE/s1600-h/loganhide_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-1883753176467293704?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1883753176467293704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=1883753176467293704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/1883753176467293704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/1883753176467293704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/06/ready-or-not-here-he-comes.html' title='ready or not here he comes...'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rm38R46-gWI/AAAAAAAAABU/GImtAxnKiCM/s72-c/logan_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-5786436477246168301</id><published>2007-06-09T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:26:36.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>logan's alaskan adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RmtoJI6-gQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6eOFklcC6rQ/s1600-h/limo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074263911385956610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RmtoJI6-gQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6eOFklcC6rQ/s320/limo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;W&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hen the Make-a-Wish Foundation fulfills a wish... they really do it right! Logan was watching for our ride to come pick us up and he came running... "Daddy it's white. It's a limousine!" He was so excited! That was just the beginning of our magical trip. The seven hour plane ride was good. Long, but good. The flight attendant introduced herself to Logan and asked about what he wanted to do in Alaska. When we landed, she introduced their special guest, Logan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dodd&lt;/span&gt; to the entire plane. Logan got to sit in the pilot's seat after we had landed. He was loving it, even if it was after midnight our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rmtoko6-gRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iu-4iLZbR8c/s1600-h/logan_pilot.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264383832359186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rmtoko6-gRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iu-4iLZbR8c/s320/logan_pilot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tracy and Anthony met us at our hotel. It was so good to see them. Anthony has gotten quite a bit taller. Logan just giggled, he was happy to see Anthony (&amp; Tracy!) Saturday, we took a drive north and visited a reindeer farm. (Did you know that caribou are called reindeer when they are owned by someone?) After a 20 minute educational session about reindeer, we got to pet and feed them in the field, no fences between us. We also saw a buffalo, moose and elk at the reindeer farm. We fed grass to the elk through the fence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday after church services we had a picnic at the Alaska Zoo. It was a cold day at the zoo, but we didn't let that interfere with our fun. (There is no comparison to the Cincinnati Zoo.) They did have a polar bear and a big sick elephant. Evidently some kid thought it would be fun to feed a plastic dinosaur to the elephant! After Sunday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rmtoko6-gSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NFx2unGmZFM/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264383832359202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rmtoko6-gSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NFx2unGmZFM/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;evening services, we saw a Mommy Moose and her two babies on the street in Anchorage. Mommy Moose had tried to hide her babies in the trees, but a lot of cars were stopping to take pictures. However, since we were going to church I left my camera at the hotel and did not get any pictures of the moose by the road! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeff got up early and went fishing for King Salmon. Unfortunately, he (and everyone on the boat) got skunked! Tracy, Anthony, Logan and I went exploring Anchorage. We visited the Wild Berry Farm, which advertised the "World's Largest Chocolate Fall." Being a huge chocolate fan, I was anxious to see this, but alas, it was broken. After the disappointment of the "World's Largest Chocolate Fall" we went to Beluga Point. We did not get to see any whales, however &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rmtok46-gTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1x2yffTJgOc/s1600-h/logan_rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264388127326514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rmtok46-gTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1x2yffTJgOc/s320/logan_rocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Logan reminded me once again that my child has no fear. He was half way up this HUGE rock before I knew it. Tracy had to climb part of the way up and talk him down. Not that he was scared, he wasn't, he just didn't know how to get back down. He loved climbing on the rocks. Anthony thought the rocks were cool too. He climbed all the way to the top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday morning we were to head south to Seward. I, of course, woke up around 4 am sick. Extremely dizzy and nauseous. So we started a little later than planned. Luck for me, it did not last long (and just in case you are wondering it was not morning sickness!). We had a fun drive to Seward. We stopped at Beluga Point again, so Jeff could see what experienced climbers Logan and Anthony were. Only this time, Jeff was with Logan, so of course they went all the way to the top! We also stopped at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alyeska&lt;/span&gt; ski resort and rode the tram to the top and ate lunch. It was a fun ride up to the top. It was rainy, cold and foggy, so there wasn't much to see when we got to the top, just snow! As we continued our journey to Seward, we drove down a six mile dirt road to the Crow Creek Mine and panned for gold. It was still cold and rainy, but that didn't stop us! We found a few flakes, not enough to retire on, but it was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make-A-Wish had reserved a house for all of us to stay together in Seward. We really enjoyed Seward. It is a quaint fishing town. We saw sea lions in the harbor and a bald eagle flew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rmtok46-gUI/AAAAAAAAABE/1NcCof3jJME/s1600-h/moose.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264388127326530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rmtok46-gUI/AAAAAAAAABE/1NcCof3jJME/s320/moose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right over our heads. Jeff was scheduled to go Halibut fishing, but it was cancelled due to bad weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday, we had an appointment at the Alaska Sea Life Center. This aquarium was founded from an endowment from the Exxon Valdez Oil Spill. Their mission is the save sick and injured animals that are native to their area. The folks at the Sea Life Center were gracious enough to give Logan (&amp; his entourage) a behind the scenes tour. Wow. We had a blast and learned a great deal during our 5 hour tour. Logan had an opportunity to pet a seal, meet a sea lion up close and personal, hold a puffin in his hands, hand-feed the birds fish, feed and pet an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;octopus&lt;/span&gt;. And if you ask him, his favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; part was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dissecting&lt;/span&gt; the squid. Anthony enjoyed the squid too! They both really loved going inside the bird's display and feeding them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday was our last day in Alaska. We were suppose to visit an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ididerod&lt;/span&gt; training camp for the snow dogs, but somehow we missed the turn. By the time we realized it, we didn't have enough time to turnaround and go back. Bummer! But we had fun on our way back to Anchorage. We stopped quite often to look at the scenery, see a moose and a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dall&lt;/span&gt; sheep, throw rocks, take pictures and shop for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; jerky meat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The weather wasn't perfect, but we still had a great trip. It was so good to visit with Tracy and Anthony. They are doing very well in Alaska. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rmtok46-gVI/AAAAAAAAABM/l0LTX0PfMuU/s1600-h/seward.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074264388127326546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/Rmtok46-gVI/AAAAAAAAABM/l0LTX0PfMuU/s320/seward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Make-A-Wish and the Hyatt Regency of Cincinnati (they sponsored Logan's wish) you really created lots of wonderful memories for Logan (and all of us!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo: The view from the harbor in Seward, Alaska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-5786436477246168301?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5786436477246168301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=5786436477246168301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5786436477246168301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/5786436477246168301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/06/logans-alaskan-adventure.html' title='logan&apos;s alaskan adventure'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i2pVAujRWTM/RmtoJI6-gQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6eOFklcC6rQ/s72-c/limo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122758589631187795.post-8587525624948767130</id><published>2007-06-02T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:27:19.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>logan's make-a-wish</title><content type='html'>Amazing things happen when the Make-a-Wish Foundation asks a 5-year-old, "What do you wish for Logan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to go to Alaska to see Anthony." he sheepishly (if you can imagine Logan being sheepish) replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin and Lisa, his Make-a-Wish volunteers, stopped by our house last November to meet Logan and see what he wished. I never thought it would happen, but in January of 2007, I received a call and we were going to Alaska!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details &amp;amp; photos to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6122758589631187795-8587525624948767130?l=dodddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8587525624948767130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6122758589631187795&amp;postID=8587525624948767130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/8587525624948767130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6122758589631187795/posts/default/8587525624948767130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dodddiary.blogspot.com/2007/06/logans-make-wish.html' title='logan&apos;s make-a-wish'/><author><name>The Dodd Diary</name><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></feed>
