<?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-8486859512970035459</id><updated>2011-12-02T23:00:06.301+01:00</updated><category term='hat'/><category term='head band'/><category term='Fourth of July'/><title type='text'>Itchy Feet and Smelly Socks</title><subtitle type='html'>It's the story of our life as a family that seeks adventure and a mom that never seems to be able to satisfy her need to create.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-8519738987658125283</id><published>2011-08-07T01:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:49:32.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Happy Jedi's (Kyle's birthday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlVEz2GbYx4/Tj3Ndjs3E2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/BVcPV7m20bI/s1600/DSC_2277+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlVEz2GbYx4/Tj3Ndjs3E2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/BVcPV7m20bI/s400/DSC_2277+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night, all night, we hosted Kyle's birthday party.&amp;nbsp; He had chosen the theme of Star Wars and we began with the idea of watching a Star Wars movie out doors.&amp;nbsp; That turned into a sleepover which then included Jedi training.&amp;nbsp; And it all turned out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per my normal mode of operation I left everything to the last 2 days to prep. Actually this time I started almost exactly 48 hours before hand, except buying a few supplies.&amp;nbsp; I had to do the cake, (thankfully it wasn't too difficult to talk him out of the Death Star cake), come up with ideas for Jedi training, make 8 Jedi robes and the figure all the other little logistical stuff (shopping, what to feed everyone etc etc).&amp;nbsp; Luck was definitely on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;There were 6 guests plus Kyle and Vika.&amp;nbsp; We began the party with a game of Vader's coming.&amp;nbsp; (Think "Captain's Coming"&amp;nbsp; but with actions like Yoda pose, Draw your lightsaber, etc.)&amp;nbsp; Each Padawan was then awarded his Jedi robe. (I did make these, starting the night before and my sewing machines have never worked so fast for so long.&amp;nbsp; That said, each robe took under an hour from start to finish. I based my pattern on&lt;a href="http://www.degraeve.com/jedirobe/"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rjDaaKrWgmE/Tj3No9vX6BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UHxblOvIK_g/s1600/DSC_2103+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rjDaaKrWgmE/Tj3No9vX6BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UHxblOvIK_g/s400/DSC_2103+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then each Padawan raced through an obstacle course to prove their agility earning a (pool noodle) lightsaber.&amp;nbsp; These were an instant hit.&amp;nbsp; They then challenged their skills by using them to keep balloons off the ground and to move balloons across the yard as a group.&amp;nbsp; And they got to simply beat the snot out of one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTqU9rRcG0k/Tj3N99BtqrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AsocM_lc9XI/s1600/DSC_2140+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTqU9rRcG0k/Tj3N99BtqrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AsocM_lc9XI/s400/DSC_2140+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Jedi trainee was then awarded a Nerf Star Wars blaster and then went through target shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gy-uaeFUW-U/Tj3OHq1UfWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3VvKn37PcOQ/s1600/DSC_2165+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gy-uaeFUW-U/Tj3OHq1UfWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3VvKn37PcOQ/s400/DSC_2165+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_KI1lMFxD4/Tj3QQMt4BkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/m6wu38ImqNA/s1600/DSC_2176+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_KI1lMFxD4/Tj3QQMt4BkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/m6wu38ImqNA/s400/DSC_2176+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was going well until Darth Vader appeared.&amp;nbsp; Instant pandemonium,&amp;nbsp; oops, that was already in full force, and Vader was attacked and taken to the ground.&amp;nbsp; It was a thrill to watch the young Jedi's explore their Jedi skills and love of "the force".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djUkBXNl-U4/Tj3Oaz3c4KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V-vPRxd4aSE/s1600/DSC_2192+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djUkBXNl-U4/Tj3Oaz3c4KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V-vPRxd4aSE/s400/DSC_2192+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nYQxcsxQ_9A/Tj3OdTojMkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OSN8vUglocw/s400/DSC_2259+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All enjoyed a BBQ, with the big hit being Yoda Soda, and then we sent the young Jedi's on a Seek and Find mission (AKA scavenger hunt).&amp;nbsp; Hopefully none of our neighbours were too offended by the Jedi teams knocking on the their doors and asking for items such as a miss matched sock, broken pencil, dixie cup etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they returned it was time for cake.&amp;nbsp; Thanks again to my friend Kelly Conrad for helping me create another wonderful cake.&amp;nbsp; Kelly always adds so much but is especially good at the artist touches, in this case the Death Star.&amp;nbsp; She did this so well that our cat Baghera had no problem licking the frosting off the fondant during the night, so Kelly had to redo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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We set up the screen outside and the kids got comfy on blankets to watch Star Wars I the Phantom Menace.&amp;nbsp; About half way through they were asking to move into the tents.&amp;nbsp; The tents had been positioned so they could crawl into their sleeping bags and still see the screen.&amp;nbsp; We should probably count ourselves lucky that they were all asleep by midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMSeZ9XV7mw/Tj3QA9kG9TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Sc5fh6dqtB0/s1600/DSC_2294+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMSeZ9XV7mw/Tj3QA9kG9TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Sc5fh6dqtB0/s400/DSC_2294+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came early for the young Jedi's.&amp;nbsp; They were up by 6:30 and begging to pull their weapons out.&amp;nbsp; We restricted sabers and blasters to after breakfast.&amp;nbsp; Soon after that all the Jedi's returned to their home planets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little detail, did you notice the cardboard centerpiece in the first picture?&amp;nbsp; That was from my 10th or 11th birthday party!&amp;nbsp; Thanks mom for saving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks goes out to my friend Jennifer Marsall who helped with the kids and photography.&amp;nbsp; Kelly and Chris Conrad who helped with everything from the cake to the scavenger hunt to battling with the Jedi's.&amp;nbsp; And Darth Vader thanks for making an appearance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-8519738987658125283?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8519738987658125283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=8519738987658125283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8519738987658125283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8519738987658125283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2011/08/very-happy-jedis-kyles-birthday.html' title='Very Happy Jedi&apos;s (Kyle&apos;s birthday)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlVEz2GbYx4/Tj3Ndjs3E2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/BVcPV7m20bI/s72-c/DSC_2277+%2528Large%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-2007068351315253609</id><published>2011-06-20T22:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:33:13.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The best Father's Day gift ever!</title><content type='html'>Brian's always a tough one to buy for.&amp;nbsp; This year I did it!&amp;nbsp; I got him a gift that made him smile like a child at Christmas.&amp;nbsp; All it took was a little thought, a plan and a very talented brother in law.&amp;nbsp; One of Brian's best memories from Ukraine is shashlyk (BBQ - pork being his fave).&amp;nbsp; It's amazing food but I think the great memories of it are so great because they also remind him of great friends and fantastic adventures!&amp;nbsp; (If anyone happens to be on the highway to Yalta you've got to stop at Nadexda) It's prepared on a special grill after being marinaded.&amp;nbsp; Yum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnOZ1uXc2ig/Tf-uOco99HI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EsAPS5YTuak/s1600/DSC_0794+%2528Large%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnOZ1uXc2ig/Tf-uOco99HI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EsAPS5YTuak/s320/DSC_0794+%2528Large%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had been online looking to find where, and if, I could buy him a grill without out much luck when literally the next day Brian tells me he's had a conversation with his brother Larry and Larry thinks he can make a grill.&amp;nbsp; On the sly I talk to Larry and send him some pics and plans that I've found online.&amp;nbsp; Two days before Fathers Day Larry delivers the perfect Shashlyk grill.&amp;nbsp; I keep it hidden until late evening as we had Vika's birthday party.&amp;nbsp; But there's not keeping it hidden after that - especially because I know that Linda all wants us to celebrate Father's Day with a BBQ on the beach on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Brian will need to get his marinade going.&amp;nbsp; Gotta say, Brian's Shashlyk was fabulous!&amp;nbsp; And we're having more tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-2007068351315253609?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2007068351315253609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=2007068351315253609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2007068351315253609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2007068351315253609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2011/06/best-fathers-day-gift-ever.html' title='The best Father&apos;s Day gift ever!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DnOZ1uXc2ig/Tf-uOco99HI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EsAPS5YTuak/s72-c/DSC_0794+%2528Large%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-4642910038731580497</id><published>2010-12-22T07:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T07:59:54.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Already time for Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/TRGhc12CslI/AAAAAAAAACw/XyW0gNCuesE/s320/DSC_7702+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/TRGhdeW3afI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KKGV9JedYKc/s1600/DSC_7705+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/TRGhdeW3afI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KKGV9JedYKc/s320/DSC_7705+%2528Medium%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a few photos from Lunch with Santa that we attend at the Glen every year with my mom.&amp;nbsp; It's always lots of fun.&amp;nbsp; Really appreciate all the people that make it happen every year as it's all done by volunteers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-4642910038731580497?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4642910038731580497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=4642910038731580497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4642910038731580497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4642910038731580497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2010/12/already-time-for-santa.html' title='Already time for Santa'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/TRGhbhKuJ_I/AAAAAAAAACo/U_H4ctmpg7A/s72-c/DSC_7665+%2528Medium%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-4489361010882125492</id><published>2010-09-06T05:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T05:39:50.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy Cat Card Class at Lila's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/TIRh7zMgFAI/AAAAAAAAACM/A6Wje2cJ0oc/s1600/DSC_5668+%28Medium%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/TIRh7zMgFAI/AAAAAAAAACM/A6Wje2cJ0oc/s320/DSC_5668+%28Medium%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/TIRh-0vOEMI/AAAAAAAAACU/otUkxiP7iQ4/s1600/DSC_5674+%28Medium%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/TIRh-0vOEMI/AAAAAAAAACU/otUkxiP7iQ4/s320/DSC_5674+%28Medium%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd share some cards that are in an upcoming class of mine at Lila's Scrapbooking.&amp;nbsp; We'll be making six cards and they're all based on the theme of how to take a card in a magazine and recreate it to make it your own!&amp;nbsp; Please call Lila's to register or send me a message!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-4489361010882125492?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4489361010882125492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=4489361010882125492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4489361010882125492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4489361010882125492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2010/09/copy-cat-card-class-at-lilas.html' title='Copy Cat Card Class at Lila&apos;s'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/TIRh7zMgFAI/AAAAAAAAACM/A6Wje2cJ0oc/s72-c/DSC_5668+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-7506699804950748922</id><published>2010-06-08T03:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T03:47:02.168+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of fame goes straight to my head.</title><content type='html'>Wow.&amp;nbsp; If you've read my blog in the past few months but it's always great to see something on someone else's blog.&amp;nbsp; Little Birdie Secrets is my very favourite blog to follow.&amp;nbsp; I have loved it from the day I found it and then loved it more when I discovered that it is three moms that live about 20 minutes from me.&amp;nbsp; A chance meeting lead to a conversation which lead to a sharing of creative ideas and....well, take a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://littlebirdiesecrets.blogspot.com/2010/06/reader-submission-derby-hat-headband.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-7506699804950748922?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7506699804950748922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=7506699804950748922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7506699804950748922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7506699804950748922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-bit-of-fame-goes-straight-to-my.html' title='A little bit of fame goes straight to my head.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-7507524468744755822</id><published>2010-05-24T08:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T08:03:39.951+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kyivscrapper/4634112837/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4634112837_2d279ae71a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kyivscrapper/4634112837/"&gt;LOAD Day 23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kyivscrapper/"&gt;Kyivscrapper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well I was doing great with LOAD, until I wasn't doing so great.  I managed to get the worst headache of my life but kept on scrapping.  I even completed a couple of LOs with my head on my desk.  Then the headache won.  After 8 days of not scrapping - or doing much of anything else, I'm back in the race!  Today's prompt was all about size.  So I scrapped small pics!  It's quite simple - but took me longer than "simple" time.  Who cares?  It's done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playmobil funpark ticket opens for journaling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I live in Playmobil Funpark &amp; most of the time I love it. (Just don't step on any of it!) Kyle absolutely loves his Playmobil (and so do Mom and Dad). Kyle's imagination is simply amazing and totally endless when he's in "Playmobil-land". I think it's fantastic when the construction truck is transporting the Gladiators passed the thieving pirates and bumpy road work to a battle at the castle against ferocious knights, but all is halted for the fire fighters and their trucks to put out a fire, of course, started by a fire breathing dragon. ~Our living room winter 09-10&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-7507524468744755822?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7507524468744755822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=7507524468744755822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7507524468744755822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7507524468744755822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-in-race.html' title='Back in the race'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4634112837_2d279ae71a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-2651152899561951435</id><published>2010-05-03T08:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:02:09.634+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 and LOAD is a challenge!</title><content type='html'>I knew scrapping a layout a day would be a challenge - but so much of a challenge by day 2?&amp;nbsp; Of course you just know something is going to happen when one signs up for such a project.&amp;nbsp; So for the first time ever I have Kyle and Vika sick together!&amp;nbsp; They don't get sick like "normal" kids.&amp;nbsp; They don't really slow down, even with fevers of 102.&amp;nbsp; They just meltdown more often and with much more intensity.&amp;nbsp; I will say it was somewhat amusing today when Vika discovered that she was mad at both mommy and daddy and that created a quandary for her.&amp;nbsp; Lately she loves to tell me, "I don't like you!!!&amp;nbsp; I like Daddy!!!"&amp;nbsp; (Usually followed by me saying, "That's OK, I still love you."&amp;nbsp; Her, "I love you too mommy."&amp;nbsp; But with her mad at both of us and us both in the room, she was really quite perplexed about what should come next after, "I don't like you Mommy!&amp;nbsp; I don't like you Daddy!....*thinking*...I like...."&amp;nbsp; (Stands with arms crossed pouting).&amp;nbsp; Even after several attempts she couldn't finish this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/S95mE7pwI-I/AAAAAAAAACE/hxY8FnTa5Ww/s1600/Miss+Vs+Garden+%28Medium%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/S95mE7pwI-I/AAAAAAAAACE/hxY8FnTa5Ww/s320/Miss+Vs+Garden+%28Medium%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank goodness for Brian.&amp;nbsp; I was able to finish my layout for day 2.&amp;nbsp; It's a great photo of Vika with her flower garden.&amp;nbsp; (Ssshhhhh, don't tell her the flowers are all dead.&amp;nbsp; She's as proud as can be!)&amp;nbsp; Here's the journaling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was so happy the day you brought me home some beautiful and very colourful flowers.&amp;nbsp; But as all flowers do these passed their prime and I put them outside the back door to make their way to the compost pile.&amp;nbsp; It didn't take long for you to discover them and plant your own flower garden.&amp;nbsp; You were absolutely thrilled with yourself and your garden.&amp;nbsp; It goes to show that beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-2651152899561951435?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2651152899561951435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=2651152899561951435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2651152899561951435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2651152899561951435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-2-and-load-is-challenge.html' title='Day 2 and LOAD is a challenge!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/S95mE7pwI-I/AAAAAAAAACE/hxY8FnTa5Ww/s72-c/Miss+Vs+Garden+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-2975121116148310971</id><published>2010-05-02T06:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T06:26:05.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LOAD Day 1</title><content type='html'>So we're off!&amp;nbsp; The goal is to do 31 layouts in 31 days!&amp;nbsp; I'm sweating already!&amp;nbsp; It took me until 9pm day 1 to get my first page posted online.&amp;nbsp; Not like I ever push the time limits.&amp;nbsp; But I did it.&amp;nbsp; Day one is a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a LO with a pic of Miss V that I took last week.&amp;nbsp; She just happened to be in the right place at the right time for that light - and my camera also happened to be in the right place at the right time!&amp;nbsp; My photo of the LO isn't great (yeah, I'll work on those skills next month!)&amp;nbsp; It was really difficult to capture the colours of the photo and the colours of the papers accurately.&amp;nbsp; It's not too bad though, except for the glaring light blinding you - wasn't thinking of the light fixture behind me!&amp;nbsp; Overall - I think I'm off to a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/S9z96kIW_hI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TwNLPPjR-B8/s1600/LOAD+May+1+%28Medium%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WSScImWKs-0/S9z96kIW_hI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TwNLPPjR-B8/s320/LOAD+May+1+%28Medium%29.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of Miss V, she's doing OK.&amp;nbsp; She was diagnosed with asthma (officially - as they have to have two flare ups over the age of 2) a week ago.&amp;nbsp; We've struggled to get things under control and we're getting there...slowly.&amp;nbsp; Much slower than I would like.&amp;nbsp; This week she was diagnosed with a sinus infection (so she takes after her momma in more than just looks).&amp;nbsp; And only a few hours after getting home from the doctor's she had a fever of 102.&amp;nbsp; She's doing better today and there were even some laughs and giggles.&amp;nbsp; 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Really?</title><content type='html'>I guess that is how long it's been since I've posted!  Wow, time does fly, whether you're having fun or not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to add a new dimension to my blog.  I'm going to start sharing some of my crafty creations along with family goings ons.  (My friend April T - I can still hear you calling me "crrrraaaaffty".)  I guess my real goal is to get something posted more than once every six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we'll see how well that goes.  Tomorrow I start my first ever attempt at a Layout A Day (LOAD) challenge for the month of May.  Yes, that is the goal, to create and post online, one scrapbook layout a day for every day in May.  I wonder how many days it will take until my children think they are motherless.  We'll see how it goes. I'm well stocked with adhesives, paper, embellishments.  I've even loaded the freezer with frozen meals.  Hmm, I guess I should have put "clean up scrap area" on the list.  Someone might have to send in a search a rescue team to find me in a few weeks.  Actually, that's almost necessary now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my first crafty sharing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a headband (with hat) that I made for Miss V.  I bought a plain headband at a craft store and wrapped it with black grosgrain ribbon.  I then decorated a doll hat with ribbon, bling and feathers and actually sewed it to the ribbon on the headband.  Total cost was about $3.  I thought that with cocktail hats and feather headpieces making the comeback my Miss V couldn't be without. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note - Miss V has informed many a people that her showgirl "costume" is not a costume, but just normal clothes.  As for the tickets she's holding, those were not a planned prop.  I actually didnt' realize what she was holding until I had uploaded the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ShowgirlVikaSmall.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/ShowgirlVikaSmall.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_1527Small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/DSC_1527Small.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=VikasheadbandhatbackSmall.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/VikasheadbandhatbackSmall.jpg" alt="Photobucket" 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/8486859512970035459-9007047634149261674?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9007047634149261674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=9007047634149261674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/9007047634149261674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/9007047634149261674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/six-months-really.html' title='Six months.  Really?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-1478764706635133720</id><published>2009-11-01T21:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:01:23.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallowe'en</title><content type='html'>Pheww!  We made it.  We survived Hallowe'en.  Now we just have to survive the sugar rush for the next few weeks!  It was certainly different than our last Hallowe'en, spent in Italy, but it really was nice to be back to our old traditions - minus the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you could say our Halloween started Tuesday with a visit to the pumpkin patch and then carving pumpkins Thursday evening - but I don't have the pics ready to go up for that so stayed tune.  But please note that we, as parents were crazy enough to give Kyle full run of the pumpkin carving tools (supervised!) and he carved his very own pumpkin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallowe'en actually started Friday morning with Kyle heading off to Dads and Donuts at his school.  It was also Storybook Character day so he was all dressed up as Peter Pan as he headed off with Papa.  Dad, dressed as Cpt. Hook met up with them and I guess they were quite popular for the cameras.  (I'd love a picture if anyone has one to share!) Kyle returned home as he actually attends school in the afternoon.  The morning continued with one of my favourite traditions. The moms' group I belong to arranges for the children to go Trick or Treating at a retirement home.  The residents and staff are always so excited to see the kids and it really is a fun experience for everyone.  It is also very fun for ALL the adults to dote over all the adorable costumes worn by the kids.  For this Kyle went as Cpt. Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean) and Vika went as Little Bo Peep (which I'm proud to say I made - and the emphasis is on "I", as my mom only did one hem and that has to be a record!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle then headed off to school , still as Cpt. Jack and had a great time with his class Halloween party.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Trick or Treating began at Ami and Papa's with all of us in costume.  (Mental note - skip the wig when I already have a headache!)  Then we headed off to the mall for indoor trick or treating in hopes of avoiding some of the rain.  I guess most of the area had the same idea!  It was very well run, but too crowded for us!  So we came home.  We lit up our Jack O Lanterns and took the kids trick or treating on our street - in the rain.  The advantage of only two families on the street having kids - our kids get LOTS of candy - but I'm starting to think that's a disadvantage from a parent's perspective!  The kids had a great time!  The only let down was a lack of other trick or treaters for Kyle and Brian to scare!  They love to hide in the bushes and around corners and scare the older trick or treaters.  I think we only had about 12 kids -more candy for us! :0 And that includes the 3 teenagers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids, and myself really had a great time!  Halloween is my favourite time of year and I'm so happy when my family enjoys it too!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Halloween 09/87040673.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Halloween%2009/?action=view&amp;current=87040673.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-1478764706635133720?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1478764706635133720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=1478764706635133720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/1478764706635133720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/1478764706635133720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Hallowe&apos;en'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-3513678819321274217</id><published>2009-10-30T23:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:19:42.677+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle's back to school</title><content type='html'>Once again, I'm a little late with things, but it seems I am slowly making chronological progress and will soon give up on catching up and just live in the current moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Kyle off to school - his first day of Kindergarten - sort of.  It's his first day of kindergarten in the US.  He completed a year of kindergarten in Italy because they start there at 4 yrs old.  Now he's 5 and starting Kindergarten all over again - and he's totally excited about it!  He is in half days.  We were not initially thrilled about afternoons but once our schedule got readjusted we felt threatened when they announced they were adding another morning class and we could be switched.  Thankfully Kyle is still in afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle is thoroughly enjoying Mrs. Fogg's class and practically runs to school everyday.  It's worked out especially well that most of the kids in our neighbourhood are in his class and we walk home with one of his classmates and his little sister who is the same age as Vika.  It helps that there is a park that we have to pass on the way home so the kids can usually get some time to burn off some energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vika still misses Kyle fiercely everyday and can't wait to get her hugs from him when he is let out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my little guy has turned into such a handsome, smart and humourous kindergartener already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Kyle Kindergarten/8cc9e804.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Kyle%20Kindergarten/?action=view&amp;current=8cc9e804.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-3513678819321274217?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3513678819321274217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=3513678819321274217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/3513678819321274217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/3513678819321274217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/kyles-back-to-school.html' title='Kyle&apos;s back to school'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-7621119900540430918</id><published>2009-09-06T18:19:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:28:00.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school</title><content type='html'>I know I'm back stepping a little bit but I wanted to share this with some of our family and friends closer to home and share the pics with our friends abroad who may have kids in them. And, hey, it's not yet Kyle's first day of school here so I'm not that late! :) (well it wasn't Kyle's fitrst day back at school when I wrote this.  Too bad blogger won't post my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle’s last day of school – &lt;br /&gt;The decision to put Kyle in Italian Kindergarten this year was not an easy one!  I had it in my head that he would be attending preschool one more year – three half days a week.  In the end we decided to send him to an Italian International school in the next town.  He attended Italian Kindergarten – full days, five days a week.  In the end it was a fantastic decision.  The language of instruction was Italian and it was a challenge for Kyle.  However, he thrived!  By the new year he had made a huge transition and was pretty much fluent in Italian – well as fluent as a four year old can be!  Kyle had a fantastic year!  He made some wonderful friends from all around the world – Finn from Ireland, Elspeth from England, Adam and Ian from the US, Alessia and several others from Italy, and even more friends from places like Spain and Greece.&lt;br /&gt;The school year did not officially end for Kyle’s class until June 30.  With everything going on, including our move, we decided to pull Kyle from school early.  I had been told by other parents to do whatever I could to make sure we didn’t miss the year end celebration.  We made sure that Kyle – and all of us, made it to the celebration on June 19 – Kyle’s last day of school.  It was an incredibly hot and humid day.  So hot and humid that at one point at about 9:30 am I looked over at the mom next to me and we watched the make up melt down each other’s face – and the parade hadn’t even begun!  The classes of the infant school marched out on to the parking lot and did the most heartwarming performance!  Several times I was fighting the tears – and I didn’t even understand the Italian!&lt;br /&gt;The morning was the perfect way for Kyle to finish a fantastic year!  He spent it with some very important friends and his wonderful teacher Miss Ira, and he got to see Miss Hannah and Miss Iris – his very valued English teachers!&lt;br /&gt;Kudos go out to all the staff at The International School of Lago Patria!  We – I mean Kyle – had an excellent year!  His education has a positive and strong foundation set and he has begun to develop a true love of learning – all of it giving him a fantastic experience that we will treasure for many, many years to come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/64628db8.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;current=64628db8.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-7621119900540430918?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7621119900540430918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=7621119900540430918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7621119900540430918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7621119900540430918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of school'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-8230202970242044874</id><published>2009-09-06T09:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:08:45.795+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's been a while since I posted.  Slowly I will try to bring you up to speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I just have to share how proud I am of my nephew!  He is not yet 9 and he is a sponsored BMX rider.  He is great!  We're all so happy we can watch his races now that we're closer.  He lives to ride!  He will do ANYTHING if it means someone will take him to the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo I took of him last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Zachflies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Zachflies.jpg" alt="Zach Flies" 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/8486859512970035459-8230202970242044874?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8230202970242044874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=8230202970242044874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8230202970242044874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8230202970242044874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-so-its-been-while-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-6847102668410021888</id><published>2009-05-20T14:17:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:42:44.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Please meet Diego and Nemo and 6 of their friends</title><content type='html'>So how exactly does something like this happen?  Well, it started a couple of Saturdays ago.  I hear Kyle yell from the front of the house, "ZORO'S BACK!"  It took me a minute and then I remembered Zoro is the name of the dog that "lives" at the house across the street.  The family only uses the house in the summer so it's been a while since we've seen them.  Kyle wants to go say hi to Zoro and in the course of conversation - about the frogs singing, we are taken to the pool and shown hundreds of tadpoles!  Kyle, of course, being 4 and a boy, wants some.  We fill a jar with 6 tadpoles and now are proud new parents!  (And just exactly how does one rear tadpoles?  I think I knew more about this at age 6 than I do now!)  We (I) read up on it on the internet (mostly because I want to avoid any tragedies and making tadpole funeral arrangements) and Kyle is now the proud owner of a small plastic aquarium with six tadpoles who feast at least once a day on frozen spinach.&lt;br /&gt;Jump to two Tuesdays ago.  Kyle was so excited to show Eva his new pets.  Although he struggled to find the Italian words he needed to relay his excitement Eva definitely understood.  So much so, that when she came this Tuesday she had, in a jar, two goldfish, whom were quickly named, by Kyle, Diego and Nemo.  I thought the jar was a little small and wasn't sure if tadpoles and goldfish can co-exist.  Kyle now has two small plastic aquariums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just who is it that brings new pets to a family only six weeks before they move!  OK, the tadpoles - with a little luck they'll hop away before the six weeks are up.  But Nemo and Diego?  With our move approaching Kyle has been working on a list as to what of his possessions will be sold, what will go home with us and what will he give away and to whom.  His venus flytrap (which he feeds fairly regularly with still moving insects) he'd like to give to his mate Elspeth but since they're moving it looks like Finn may be the lucky winner.  And I, like a good parent, will start conferring with Dorianne, Alessia's mom next door to see if she will take on Kyle's Diego and Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking babysitters, at least our very loving Polish-Italian one, must fall into the category of "aunt".  The people in that category can get away with things with my children that no one else can!  (Right, Lisa?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if Kyle would only admit that the tadpoles tails are getting shorter and not growing longer as he claims!  If they are growing longer then I may really have a challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I think I hear a cricket singing outside the front door...perhaps I should go and warn him to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wrote this blog entry well over a week ago and never got it posted.  So here is the update:  Poor Nemo did not stay with us very long.  Kyle was not particularly bothered as he simply renamed Diego - "Diego-Nemo".  And all is fine.  Since this posting we have actually had an encounter with a cricket that found it's way into our house, as well as a baby bird that fell out of one of our trees (put it in a shoebox and hung that from the tree and the next day it was gone), and a litter of three kittens (maybe 5 days old) at our friends house.  Oh and our tadpoles have legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0044Medium-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/DSC_0044Medium-1.jpg" alt="Diego Nemo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-6847102668410021888?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6847102668410021888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=6847102668410021888' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/6847102668410021888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/6847102668410021888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-meet-diego-and-nemo-and-6-of.html' title='Please meet Diego and Nemo and 6 of their friends'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-5084679861847296109</id><published>2009-05-03T10:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:01:57.348+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue Hero</title><content type='html'>Thursday evening presented a very memorable event.  One that I doubt Kyle will forget for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home (late) from a birthday party we noticed a fire burning in an abandoned building in our village.  It was obviously just started because the smoke had not gone very high in the air but a whole room was already lit up.  Kyle and I agreed we needed to "call it in" but we did't speak enough Italian to give the details.  We tried calling a friend but couldn't reach her, we drove past the police station but there was no one around, so we turned to our next door neighbours.  We went over and gave them the details and they called it in while Brian put Vika to bed.  After the call was made we were assured that everything would be taken care of.  I don't know what I was thinking when I thought that would be end of it.  We came through our front gate and just as fast as any firefighter, Kyle had his gear on and was ready to go!  I politely bowed out and told him that it's not really a good thing to go watch a fire but he could go talk to daddy.  Of course he did and of course they went, with a head light attached to his helmut - and they beat the fire trucks there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle learned the importance of making sure all equipment is in working order.  The firefighters' chainsaw wasn't working and then they had to resort to bolt cutters to cut through the locks to get onto the property.  (Why didn't they use the bolt cutters first?)  Once they had access to the building it took all of 30 seconds to extinguish the fire.   Then, as Kyle says, "They just noticed me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how Kyle tells it:  They just noticed me.  They just talked to me.  One spoke English!!!  Do you believe me!  They asked me about everything actually, like who called in the fire.  They wanted to know where I go to school and I really surprised them that I showed them I speak Italian.  They really liked my uniform and theirs is the same even with a light!  Then they just took me over to their truck and I got to sit in it.  And they turned on the siren for me!!   Then they got me out of the truck and I got to get my picture taken with them all!  They actually were all nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part Kyle doesn't tell is coming home when the Carabieneri (sp)(police) decided to stop Brian and Kyle and check Brian's documents (not unusual here).  All Brian could think about was - yeah, the one who sets it comes back to the scene - oh -oh , here I go!  It was shortly after that thought that Brian realized his Sojourners permit (permit to be in the country working and living) had expired 4 days earlier.  Lovely.  Thankfully Kyle had charmed the firefighters to the point that they considered him one of them and stood up to the police and asked them to let Brian and Kyle go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Did I mention how proud I am that Brian actually thought to grab a camera as he ran out the door!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/53ad2ed5.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=53ad2ed5.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-5084679861847296109?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5084679861847296109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=5084679861847296109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/5084679861847296109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/5084679861847296109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-evening-presented-very.html' title='Rescue Hero'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-5736333292338122849</id><published>2009-04-24T14:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:24:41.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick update</title><content type='html'>I am pathetically behind in keeping up this blog!  I guess that's life  - when you're busy living it it's hard to find time to write about it!  We've been keeping well, obviously busy.  We had a fantastic visit with Lisa and Zach followed by a wonderful visit with Brian's parents.  Of course the kids were thrilled to see Ami and Papa and were sad to see them leave.  We did take the advantage with Brian's parents to see a little bit more of Italy. We spent some time in Orvieto and also made a trip to Sicily, fulfilling a dream of mine to see Mt Etna, glowing lava and all.  Now we start the countdown to my mom's visit in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here are a few pictures to keep the grandparents happy!  Some were taken around the house and some at a birthday party we attended last weekend.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/085b7cf5.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=085b7cf5.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-5736333292338122849?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5736333292338122849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=5736333292338122849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/5736333292338122849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/5736333292338122849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-update.html' title='A quick update'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-3021401925753175025</id><published>2009-03-22T10:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:24:45.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our visit to Rome</title><content type='html'>Kyle and I had such a great visit to Rome for two days with Lisa and Zach!  We left Vika with Brian (and she got to spend one day with her "auntie" Nancy) and we took the two hour train ride to Rome.  It took a little longer to get settled into our B&amp;amp;B than we expected.  That had something to do with us buying our Roma Passes, stopping for snacks, eating at McD's then finding our way on the metro to our stop and walking the rest of the way to the B&amp;amp;B.  As you can already tell food became a big part of trip.  Kyle ate more than I've ever seen him eat!  We took a whole grocery bag of snacks and in 24 hours they were gone - plus we ate three meals a day and had gelato twice a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or course, we saw the main highlights of Rome - the Coliseum, the Roman Forum, the Trevi Fountain, the Spanish Steps, The Pantheon, Vatican City, and a few smaller sites; the Cat Ruins/Sanctuary, and The Crypt at Saint Mary of the Immaculate Conception church which is full decorated from floor to ceiling with the bones of 400 monks.  That was Zach's big request - to see the church with the bones.  Both the boys were amazing as they walked and walked and walked.  We only had to stop and give them foot massages (peeuww!  smelly!) once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the top of St. Peter's Dome - 320 stairs up (after the elevator).  That was a challenge for Lisa and I as the boys decided to race and ran pretty much the whole way.  We gave it our best shot but we didn't quite keep up.  As soon as we got to the top the boys wanted to have a drink and snacks (nevermind that we'd just finished breakfast).  Lisa and I wanted a full body massage and a bed! (and a shower!).  I believe while we were at the top we actually have two snack breaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked A LOT, rode the metro and the bus - and we still didn't get to see everything that we wanted to see.  Hopefully that means that our wish  we made when we threw our coins into the Trevi Fountain (to return) will come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Zach in Rome/f8e79a09.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Zach%20in%20Rome/?action=view&amp;amp;current=f8e79a09.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-3021401925753175025?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3021401925753175025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=3021401925753175025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/3021401925753175025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/3021401925753175025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-visit-to-rome.html' title='Our visit to Rome'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-7526001853335382463</id><published>2009-03-18T09:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:49:38.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach and Lisa's visit</title><content type='html'>We had such a fabulous visit with Zach and Lisa!  We wore ourselves out - and the boys always seemed to find more energy, especially if gelato was involved.  I think Zach tried more than 20 flavours!  We saw lots of the sights both locally and in Rome and we also did some shopping.  Lucky for the boys Brian would watch them so more often than not when shopping was involved.  But then again, gelato can go a long way when kids are waiting for their moms to finish shopping.  (It's "rewarding", not "bribing", right?)  I believe after 3 malls ( tow of them shopped twice each), two markets and the shops in Rome, Sorento and Naples Lisa left with 5 pairs of shoes, 3 purses (all counterfeit designer bags of course), one hat, one sweater dress, at least 4 tops/sweaters, one skirt, multiple tights, three belts and more I'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent about 5 hours one day at Pompei.  I think Zach really enjoyed it, for at least two reasons.  One, that it is close to Mt, Vesuvius.  The other,  that it gave him endless opportunities to persue his quest to defy gravity!  He seems to be born to have his feet off the ground!  He would jump off of or leap frog over just about everything.  This was a really lesson to Kyle!  Kyle realized on more than one occasion just how much shorter than Zach he is!  However, that didn't slow him down when it came to keeping up with Zach!  Check out the slideshow of our day at Pompei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/70999e33.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=70999e33.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-7526001853335382463?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7526001853335382463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=7526001853335382463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7526001853335382463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7526001853335382463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/zach-and-lisas-visit.html' title='Zach and Lisa&apos;s visit'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-8743054722965462165</id><published>2009-03-17T10:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:11:03.045+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourtie Kyle-ism yet!</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to post about but they'll all have to wait. (I seriously need to get some slideshows together of Zach and Lisa's visit!  What a great time!) But right now I need to post about one of the biggest smiles Kyle has given me in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and Zach were out digging in the yard and Kyle runs to the door calling me, "MOM!  Come and see what I found!  A treasure!  Come and look!"  I run to meet him at the door and he presents to me a broken shard of terracotta pottery that he has unburied.  "Look mom!  Harry Pottery!" He exclaims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure I heard him right, but I did!  He was so proud about finding Harry Pottery in the dirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to confirm it we went through it all again the next day as we were exploring Pompei with Lisa and Zach when Kyle found another shard of broken pottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Kyle doesn't really know who Harry Potter is as we've never exposed him to the books or movies.  However, I'm sure he's heard the name as Brian and I will make reference to the books and maybe to a Quiditch broom or such.  Nevertheless I absolutely love what his imagination does and I hope I remember "Harry Pottery" for a very long time - and smile every time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-8743054722965462165?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8743054722965462165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=8743054722965462165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8743054722965462165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8743054722965462165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-favourtie-kyle-ism-yet.html' title='My favourtie Kyle-ism yet!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-591781730296789928</id><published>2009-03-05T11:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:14:45.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For my scrappy friends</title><content type='html'>Here's a new scrap blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovebugscrapbooking.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://lovebugscrapbooking.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to check it out and if you do, let them know you found it through me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-591781730296789928?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/591781730296789928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=591781730296789928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/591781730296789928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/591781730296789928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-my-scrappy-friends.html' title='For my scrappy friends'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-3009932998782444706</id><published>2009-03-03T16:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:47:52.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation with Kyle</title><content type='html'>I've had to fill in a couple of small blanks in this conversation, but only because I wasn't there for the original conversation.  Kyle was out for a walk with our Italian/American friend Mary Grace.  As they were talking and walking the topic of what Kyle was going to do when he grew up.  Kyle expressed his desire to shoot up to the stars.  He would like to be a cannon ball when he grows up so he can go to the stars.  But there's a problem because he'd have to find a school that teaches how to be a cannon ball.  But once he learns he'll be able to go to any star he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also told me he couldn't go to school yesterday because he was going to go in a rocket.  When I told him we didn't have a rocket he told me I could go buy him one.  I told him I was a little short on the 2 billion dollars needed to buy a rocket so I thought he should go to school.  He said, "That's OK.  I'll wait."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-3009932998782444706?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3009932998782444706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=3009932998782444706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/3009932998782444706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/3009932998782444706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversation-with-kyle.html' title='A conversation with Kyle'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-5494506101739534373</id><published>2009-02-26T21:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:35:45.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnevale!</title><content type='html'>I never expected that I would get to participate in Carnevale, yet here were are in Italy and we did get to experience Carnevale!  We found out that the town just over from ours hosts one of the bigger celebrations in Italy!  It's very Italian in that it is all done in a chaotic sort of way that Italians are completely at home with.  On Sunday we headed over withthe kids. The website says things will start at 3:00 and we found out that's when they close the road.  Things weren't even set up.  "Things" got started after 5:30.  What we thought was going to be a parade was more of a static parade.  We didn't clue in right away so we didn't actually go and see all the other sections of the "parade".  It was cold and late and it seems that Carnevale can really drain one's energy - especially when it's at the volume Italians like!  However we all had a great time and we did learn why one should eat cotton candy AFTER throwing confetti and not before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnevale is HUGE in Italy!  OK, so not all of Italy is like Venice - or even close to Venice, but it is still BIG!  This area seems to really cater to the kids.  I've never seen so many costumes in my life.  It is nothing for Italian to drop $100 or more on a costume for a young child!  Kyle's school had a pre Carnevale celebration where the parents brought in typical foods for this time of year from their countries to share with the other parents (yes I made Pancakes!).  Then they had a Carnevale day with the kids in costume (that's when they get their school pictures done)  complete with a festa (party).  Then they get Shrove/Fat/Pancake Tuesday off.  That's when a few of the parents and I got together and took our kids to Villa Literno for another day of Carnevale celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrove Tuesday proved to be louder and more crowded in Villa Literno. Yet, the kids and the parents had a great time!  However, I think the parents may have enjoyed themselves slightly more than the kids as many of them had to instruct their children on the proper use of silly string and just how to throw confetti with the right technique.  I was left wondering if the kids that were hesitant were scared silly string or scared of their parents' behavior with silly string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic time taking pictures of all the costumes.  The first slideshow is of Sunday's Carnevale celebration in Villa Literno with Brian, the kids and myself.  The second slideshow is of Carnevale at Kyle's school and then the group of friends in Villa Literno on Shrove Tuesday (and a few extraneous little Italians in costumes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave a comment and vote for your favourite costumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Carnivale 2009/96e61ea2.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Carnivale%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=96e61ea2.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Carnivale 2009/Carnevale 2/31cf3ff9.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Carnivale%202009/Carnevale%202/?action=view&amp;amp;current=31cf3ff9.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-5494506101739534373?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5494506101739534373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=5494506101739534373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/5494506101739534373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/5494506101739534373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnevale.html' title='Carnevale!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-4450512123141905603</id><published>2009-02-10T10:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:32:27.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more things from Christmas</title><content type='html'>Finally, it's February and I'm finishing up posts from Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went on our trip back tot he states the kids enjoyed Playmobil Advent Calendars.  Of course all kids get excited about opening the little door each day, but I think it's fair to say we all got excited to take a small box off the calendar and place it in the scene we were building.  Kyle had a pirate themed calendar and Vika's was an outdoor animal/wilderness theme.  These were fantastic and the kids are still enjoying them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably Kyle's very favourite gift he received for Christmas was his fireman's suit.  He received this from Ami and Papa when we were celebrating Christmas with Brian's family, including his brother, his wife and their 5 children.  Kyle and Pierce are only days apart in age and it was fitting that Pierce received a policeman's uniform.  They were so cute playing resuce for hours that day!  Kyle wears his suit almost daily!  While we were still in the States Kyle wore it out for several outings with Papa.  Papa even had to introduce the "visiting Italian fire chief" to the local fire department, and the police department a couple of days later!  They also went and walked the boardwalk - which is somehting the two of them have always enjoyed doing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to Italy, it was all but forgotten that Santa had written in his Christmas note that he had left a few things at our place in Italy.  (Santa sure knows haow to save a family from hauling stuff halfway aroudn the world!) The kids were thrilled with the surprise of finding more gifts!  Kyle found a great start to his Lego collection and Vika instantly took a liking to her pink Pegasus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Christmas 08/c83b08ec.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Christmas%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=c83b08ec.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-4450512123141905603?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4450512123141905603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=4450512123141905603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4450512123141905603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4450512123141905603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-more-things-from-christmas.html' title='A few more things from Christmas'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-2774178343015282604</id><published>2009-02-02T13:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:21:03.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Christmas Chaos</title><content type='html'>There are only three "real" kids in my family; Zach, Kyle and Vika, and then several people who are kids simply because they never grew up (and that's a good thing!).  Sometimes I wonder just how Christmas gets so out of hand in such a small family!  We spent Christmas day at my mom's.  It was one of the very few (maybe the only?) white Christmas of my life!  In fact there was so much snow Christmas Eve day that Christmas Eve Church service was cancelled!  I'm very glad that there wasn't too much snow for Santa and his reindeer.  Explaining that one to the kids may have been a bigger challenge than I would have wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued my family's tradition of inviting people who don't have anyone to spend Christmas with.  This year that meant more family!  (A very exciting phenomena when one comes from such a small family!)  Brian's parents joined us as well as my uncle who travelled from Vancouver Island.  Brian's cousin Lisa was supposed to join us but was snowed in in Coquitlam.  Of course Lisa, Rick and Zach were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle enjoyed putting out cookies for Santa, along with the chocolate milk - because there is ALWAYS chocolate milk at Nana's as far as Kyle is concerned.  And there were also carrots for the reindeer, and the accompanying note.  In the morning it was a bit difficult to get Kyle to wait until Zach and Lisa and Rick came over but he managed pretty good.  We started with stockings and that alone probably was enough for everyone!  And then came the gifts - and gifts, and gifts!  There were laughs and excitement and lots of delight.  Some of the highlights were Kyle's playmobil crane and fireman boots, Linda's Italy photobook, Lisa's Roomba robotic vacuum cleaner and Vika's new doll and baby stroller.  There was also Brian's new bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day always includes a family brunch after gifts with my very favourite Christmas tradition: my mom's homemade Stollen (German Christmas Bread).  Then there's time for trying out the gifts and just hanging out before we tidy up for dinner.  This year was a little bit unique as Zach and Kyle could not wait to put the gifts aside and suit up to go out and play in the snow!  And they did - for hours!  Lisa, Rick and Zach usually head home to relax for the afternoon as they are always up late Christmas Eve.  They return for dinner and we have the traditional turkey with my sister's great garlic mashed potatoes.  This year Brian's mom made a selection of pies for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like to drag out Christmas for one more day.  Boxing day is PJ's and puzzles in my mom's house.  And we like it just that way.  I think this may be difficult for some of the guests sometimes but they usually get the hang of it without too much effort!  This year mom's puzzle was one of the Cinque Terre in Italy - where we visited earlier in the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chaos of Christmas in the Hartley household is something I actually quite enjoy - as exhausting as it it is!  It is all part of tradition, but if it weren't for the kids what would it be?  Kyle was able to read his name on gifts this year and Vika...well, Vika got a little ahead of herself in opening gifts and there were a couple that had to be wrapped again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Christmas 08/50bdf6cb.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Christmas%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=50bdf6cb.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-2774178343015282604?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2774178343015282604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=2774178343015282604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2774178343015282604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2774178343015282604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-christmas-chaos.html' title='The Great Christmas Chaos'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-726106814916040138</id><published>2009-01-19T14:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:48:35.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we survived!  We had a crazy, but very fun, visit "home" for Christmas.  I'm sure to recount all the adventures involved will take a few posts!  In the three weeks we were home we had nine doctor appointments, 2 birthday celebrations, Christmas, the Cormick Christmas celebration, New Year's, numerous visits with family, and not enough time left to catch up with all the friends we wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began our trip with an overnight in Paris.  It was so beautiful!  Thankfully we were prepared for the cold and we were able to walk around the city late into the night quite comfortably.  The highlight of course, was seeing the Eiffel Tower.  Especially when there was a "pop" and all the sparkling lights went out.  We were left with a beautiful glowing blue tower with a circle of stars.  We don't think this was supposed to happen but it remained that way for the rest of the night and it was beautiful!  The kids were fabulous troopers as we dragged them all over the city!  Kyle is an amazing little walker and hardly complained even after 6 hours of being on his feet!  We weren't so lucky in that we were there the day of a train strike.  It took much longer, and a few extra trains for us to get in and out of the city.  We didn't get back to the hotel, with two sleeping kids in tow, until after 11pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to be in Paris and had wonderful thoughts of a beautiful French dinner.  Brian prides himself that he did take us all out to dinner on the Champs Elysees  - to McDondalds.  Well at least the kids were happy and from the first floor window seats we had a pretty spectacular view!  From there I was on a mission - I wanted to find a toy or book store so I could pick up Zach some French things!  We succeeded!  But we ended up a very long walk from a metro station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were actually quite thrilled to arrive in Seattle in the middle of a snow storm!  It turned out that the snow was there to stay and we only had about 4-5 days without fresh snow the whole time we were there!  Kyle absolutely loved it and was outside playing in the white stuff every single day!  He could not get enough of it!  Even on Christmas he and Zach wasted no time putting aside the new toys in order to go outside and play!  Most days saw more than a couple of inches too!  Most days the snow was over Kyle's knees and there was MUCH more than that at Aunt Laverna and Uncle Mark's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived home we were thrown into the chaos of our visit! After only two nights at Brian's parents' we began a schedule that wore us, me at least, very thin!  I packed our overnight bags SEVEN times in three weeks in order to visit both sets of parents and Brian's aunt and uncle.  Because of the all the doctor appointments we ended up going back and forth many times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we really did manage to get some great visits in with family.  We feel that we left more than a few friends hanging onto hopes of at least a quick visit.  Let me put it this way:  our dear friend Cindy is taking care of Brian's car.  While we were home all the snow (30+ inches!!) from the roof of her barn slide off and landed right on the roof of that little Corolla.  We didn't even have a chance to go by to see the damage!  We are really sorry that we did not get the chance to visit with so many friends (including new baby Gianna!)  Just think of it this way - only 4 more months until we will have enough time to visit with everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Christmas 08/b74b04cd.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Christmas%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b74b04cd.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-726106814916040138?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/726106814916040138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=726106814916040138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/726106814916040138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/726106814916040138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-we-survived-we-had-crazy-but-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-8109253238232009505</id><published>2008-12-12T11:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:08:33.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>German Christmas Markets</title><content type='html'>Finally!  A girls' weekend!  It's been at least 2.5 years since the last one and this one was completely different!  I got to go, with my friends Nancy and Tina, to the German Christmas Markets.  We flew into Zurich where we had a long enough layover to have lunch at a beer hall and shop the Zurich Christmas market before we caught our flight to Nuremberg.  At the Zurich market is a monstrous Christmas tree covered in something like 6000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Swarovski&lt;/span&gt; crystal decorations!  In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nurnberg&lt;/span&gt; we stayed with very good friends of mine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Darryn&lt;/span&gt; and Martina and they gave us fabulous hospitality!  They took us to THE Nuremberg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kriskindl&lt;/span&gt; Christmas Market.  (Thanks for shopping with us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Darryn&lt;/span&gt;!)  We explored aisles and aisles of glass ornaments, nutcrackers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nurnberg&lt;/span&gt; prune people, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gluhwein&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nurnberg&lt;/span&gt; sausages.  The rain held off for the most part. (Umbrellas should not be allowed! Dangerous!  Unless the person carrying it is over 6 ft and willing to share with the shorter people!) It was a bit chilly especially for our southern Italian blood!  That evening we were very fortunate to have received an invitation to join &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Darryn&lt;/span&gt; and Martina at their friends' home for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gluhwein&lt;/span&gt; and cookies.  The next day we left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Darryn&lt;/span&gt; and Rhys behind and Martina took us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rothenberg&lt;/span&gt; (of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Chitty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chitty&lt;/span&gt; Bang Bang fame) to the local Christmas market there.  It is a medieval town that is still surrounded by it's original walls and towers.  It's law that all shops posting a shop sign must do so in the traditional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gilded&lt;/span&gt; fashion.  It is also home to the biggest Christmas store in the world: Kathe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Wolfarht&lt;/span&gt;.  And when I tell you that that store goes on and on and on and on I'm not exaggerating!  (Think Small world at Disneyland!)  Of course we had to try the local "cookie balls" before we could leave!  (Does anyone actually eat a whole one?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we were was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; festive and ready to celebrate.  Garlands and lights everywhere!  Every shop was decorated - no matter what they sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a bit of faith all of our good just fit into our suitcases and carry on bags! (OK, so I did buy a Venetian feather mask there and I did carry that separately!)  And no reports of breakage on the way home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fabulous weekend and I think the only thing that would have made it better would have been a little snow instead of rain!  We had lots of laughs and too many scares with motion sickness - and they weren't me!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  I think we're thinking of Venice next?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/b7b3b9d9.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b7b3b9d9.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-8109253238232009505?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8109253238232009505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=8109253238232009505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8109253238232009505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8109253238232009505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/german-christmas-markets.html' title='German Christmas Markets'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-4122447349418285201</id><published>2008-11-24T14:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:02:13.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't in the guide books!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a great day- and a very spontaneous one!  We went from lazing in our PJs to packed into the car and on the road - to find an Aqueduct that I knew wasn't too far away.  I had seen a picture of it and knew it was near Caserta.  I also knew that, along with Caserta Palace, it has been designated as a UNESCO World Heritage sight.  So off we went to find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Vanvitelli Aqueduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually pretty easy to find and it kind of stuns you when you first see it!  Just how something so entirely massive that has been around for a couple of thousand years can be missed is surprising!  But this is really not a tourist destination.  I'm totally stunned as the history here is just amazing and it must have the most amazing story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle was very excited to see it and had some questions that I still need to look up the answers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also drove up the hill by the aqueduct to the Sactuario di San Michele and found some breathtaking views!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful, but cold (10 degrees celcius) day.  It was perfect for a Cormick adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/d26b8bea.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=d26b8bea.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&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/8486859512970035459-4122447349418285201?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4122447349418285201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=4122447349418285201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4122447349418285201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4122447349418285201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-isnt-in-guide-books.html' title='This isn&apos;t in the guide books!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-1623608912848922491</id><published>2008-11-12T13:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:29:58.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>This Halloween was very different for us!  It was the first Halloween we've ever experienced when you don't have to worry about how to fit several warm layers of clothing underneath the costumes or how to show off a costume covered by a rain coat!  It was "cool", but even that is relevant.  It was 20 degrees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;celcius&lt;/span&gt; when we were Trick or Treating at 7pm!  Nevermind that we carved our pumpkins on the 29th in shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even our Trick or Treating was very different.  Although Italians enjoy Halloween it is very unusual to see Trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Treaters&lt;/span&gt;.  We were invited to join our friend Brandy and her son, Donovan, and attend the USO Halloween celebration and go Trick or Treating on the US Naval Support Site on Oct 30 (other activities were planned for the military community for actual Halloween).  We saw many of our friends and even had dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Applebees&lt;/span&gt; on  the base!  Kyle really enjoyed all the festivities even though he wasn't feeling 100%.  However, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vika&lt;/span&gt; that really stole the show while Trick or Treating.  She quickly figured out that she wanted whatever they were offering in their bag or bowl.  She had no idea what it was but she though it was great to grab it and run!  Then turn around and see if she could go another round! Kyle had a great tiem with his friends, but I have to day, Peter Pan wasn't quite as brave as I thought he would be when he came across Captain Hook (turns out he was Jade's dad).   (I just had to include a picture of Wall-E.  It had to be the best costume we saw - and it was all homemade!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the third year in a row Kyle was Peter Pan.  He absolutely loves being Peter - and has been practising his sword fighting for months!  It was fortunate that I had picked up a Tinkerbell costume for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vika&lt;/span&gt; as her planned costume didn't arrive in the mail until a few days after Halloween.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vika's&lt;/span&gt; Tinkerbell dress is actual a size 3/4 night gown!  I bought it on sale and altered it to fit!  Maybe she'll want to be Tinkerbell for the next 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 31st was a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anticlimactic&lt;/span&gt;.  Guess that's what happens when the Trick or Treating is already done with!  The Halloween highlight for me was getting to visit Kyle's class and carve a Jack-O-Lantern with his class - most who had never even seen one!  It was really interesting to see all the kids in costume.  Italians have a much more "traditional" view on Halloween costumes.  There were 5 witches, 5 pumpkins and 4 devils!  No princesses!  The only Disney character was Kyle (Chef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Linguini&lt;/span&gt;).  In the evening I ended up walking the kids to Dominic's (our favourite pizza place) and Dominic madly ran to the convenience store so he could give the kids some candy!  :)  Then we met up with Brian and went to a local restaurant that advertised Halloween festivities.  Well, I guess Italians consider Halloween &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;decorations&lt;/span&gt; festivities as nothing took place -and the kids were the only ones in costumes!  Oh well, we had fun and Kyle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed showing everyone his Peter Pan moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moms group that I belong to here hosted a late Halloween party the weekend after Halloween.  It took place at Carney Park and we were able to rent a cabin and spend the night along with 5 other families (although there were 50 people at the party!).  It was much cooler inside the crater than we were used!  It was a great deal of fun - and games!  Families were encouraged to dress up, and since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vika's&lt;/span&gt; costume had finally arrived (but was MUCH too big) we went all out!  Kyle was Chef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Linguini&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Vika&lt;/span&gt; was Remy, Little Chef, I was Chef Colette, and Brian was Anton Ego, the food critic - all from Ratatouille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to spent the night at Carney Park!  Kyle was thrilled to be able to run free with his friends (and the big boys!).  It really made me homesick and made me realize just how much I miss the parks, open space and being able to go camping or even on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;a day&lt;/span&gt; outing to "wilderness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And amidst the Halloween chaos we celebrated Brian's birthday.  We had dinner at Dominic's - Brian's pick - no surprise there!  But I did surprise him with a homemade double chocolate meringue cake.  His reaction:"Nah - uh!!!!".  I love it when I can truly surprise him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say Halloween was a big success this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Halloween%2008/8f5b5717.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Halloween%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8f5b5717.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&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/8486859512970035459-1623608912848922491?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1623608912848922491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=1623608912848922491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/1623608912848922491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/1623608912848922491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-8598118868840829996</id><published>2008-11-06T09:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:54:22.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Phyllis and Granddad Les</title><content type='html'>We were so excited to have Phyllis and Les come from England to spend a few days with us in October!  I think I was the most excited out of everyone!  It was the first time they got to meet Vika.  And of course, Brian had to be sure he had his wits about him as the sarcasm and digs fly when he and Phyllis are together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the kids absolutely adore Grandma and Granddad.  It helps that neither of them act their age (that's Les and Phyllis).  They were wonderful with the kids and seemed to have an endless amount of patience for our kids who have an endless amount of energy!  They were not bothered by morning wake up visits or construction safety tape being strategically placed throughout the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis and Les are very independent and were very easy house guests! They ventured on their own to Pompeii.  Vika and I took them to Montecassino and Sorento, and Kyle joined us on a day at Herculaneum.  We were even able to celebrate Les's 79th birthday with him at a wonderful little Italian restaurant in our village.  We really had a spectacular visit with them!  Lots of laughs and smiles and generally good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les - Kyle says "TTFN Capt'n"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Phyllis and Les Oct 08/ffdb7d88.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Phyllis%20and%20Les%20Oct%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ffdb7d88.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-8598118868840829996?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8598118868840829996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=8598118868840829996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8598118868840829996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8598118868840829996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/grandma-phyllis-and-granddad-les.html' title='Grandma Phyllis and Granddad Les'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-901484369529260182</id><published>2008-10-10T12:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:24:12.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Fish</title><content type='html'>A few days ago &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vika&lt;/span&gt; and decided to take advantage of the nice weather and go for a walk.  The Holiday Inn is only a 20 minute walk so we walked there.  We went through the center of town and walked along the marina towards the Holiday Inn.  Our village is not the prettiest village but there is definitely lots to look at.   We walked along the rows of docked boats and then towards the entrance of the marina.  Across the water at this point we checked out the machinery that has started to build the new port. (Soon we'll have ferries from our village to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ischia&lt;/span&gt; and Capri - but probably not in the time we'll be here.)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; we had to watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fishermen&lt;/span&gt; perched along the edge of the marina inlet.  It was particularly exciting when I realized that one had a fish on his line. I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vika&lt;/span&gt; close so she could see it.  I wasn't hooked quite the way I expected; it had one hook of a three way hook gauged into it's side.  Lovely.  He reeled it in and I was telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vika&lt;/span&gt; about it.  Then I realized he was speaking to me.  He was telling me to show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vika&lt;/span&gt;.  He released the fish onto the ground RIGHT in front of us.   That poor fish (at least a foot long!) was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;flipp&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;floppin&lt;/span&gt; all over the place!  And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Vika&lt;/span&gt; DID NOT like that.  She screamed - as in hysterical screams!  I instantly tried to sooth her (flip-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;floppin&lt;/span&gt; fish still going at it) and then I picked up the fish to show her that she didn't need to be scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the fisherman is talking away to me and I'm not understanding a word.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; to sooth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Vika&lt;/span&gt;.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fisherman&lt;/span&gt; has walked over to his buddy and returns with a plastic bag.  Next thing I know he has bagged the fish and put in the bottom part of the stroller - yes - it is still flip-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;floppin&lt;/span&gt;.  Of course he is feeling great that he has shared his catch and I really do not want to offend him. I'm not sure where sharing fish falls into Italian culture and certainly don't want to become the "American that didn't appreciate it!"  (No one recognizes me as Canadian here)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;....on our way we go.  Of course the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt; bag was one of the really crinkly kind and made a lot of noise every time it flipped or flopped.  As we walked away all I could do was smile - and try not to laugh aloud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we continued on our way I gave Brian a call and asked him if he was up for teaching Kyle how to gut a fish.  That question through him off a bit!  I told him the story but as I'm telling it, I'm starting to wonder if I really want to be eating a fish from the marina in our village (polluted water from boats, leached toxic waste from illegal garbage etc).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...maybe we won't have fish for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there will be no gutting of the fish, or eating it either, I think Kyle would want to see it - and the stray cat that live sin our yard would probably quite like it for dinner.  So in the fridge the fish goes.  (It is no longer flip-flopping)  I'm thinking that Kyle and Brian can take a look at it in the evening.  No such luck.  That fish spends another 24 hours in my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next evening Brian and Kyle take out the fridge and put it in the garden for "Kinky" the cat. Yes - I will be rid of that fish in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a few minutes and Brian has agreed to bury any remnants.  On problem - Kinky is absolutely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;uninterested&lt;/span&gt; in fresh (OK, day old) fish).  I give up - leave the fish in the garden maybe she'll eat it later.  At bedtime I still have a fish staring at me from the garden.  I expect it will fish parts I'm viewing from the kitchen window in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully in the morning the fish - and all signs of it are gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-901484369529260182?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/901484369529260182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=901484369529260182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/901484369529260182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/901484369529260182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/fresh-fish.html' title='Fresh Fish'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-4356718009280190998</id><published>2008-10-02T14:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:47:47.846+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A grandparents' fix</title><content type='html'>Here's a few photos of the kids taken over the summer.  Just thought I'd share as it seems to long since we've seen so many of you!  This are strictly snapshots but I think they're important because so many of them really show the kids personalities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/July-Sept 08/edf366f0.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/July-Sept%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edf366f0.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-4356718009280190998?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4356718009280190998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=4356718009280190998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4356718009280190998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4356718009280190998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/grandparents-fix.html' title='A grandparents&apos; fix'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-4837954495452891891</id><published>2008-09-29T14:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:24:57.191+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another good bye</title><content type='html'>This morning was a tough good bye.  After having Rick and Marilyn here for three weeks it was time to see them off.  Kyle had a very difficult time with this as he has lost a favourite story teller (Marilyn) and a very important playmate (Rick).  He will miss his morning visits upstairs in the apartment ensuring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; safety by tying safety tape to every possible piece of furniture and then some!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vika&lt;/span&gt; might not understand the fact that it will be Christmas before we see them again but she did understand that this was a big good bye: she kept waving until their car was around the corner and out of sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time with Rick and Marilyn was capped off with a wonderful four day road trip to Florence and Assisi.  Both places were amazing.  Having had studied art history and taught history I was particularly interested in Florence, the birth place of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Renaissance&lt;/span&gt;.  It lived up to everything I expected!  I did have somewhat skewed expectations as traveling with a 1 yr old and a 4 yr old does that to a person.  I knew I'd only be able to see may be two museums and perhaps that many churches.  I must know my children!  In Florence we saw two museums, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Accademia&lt;/span&gt; and the Leonardo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; Museum and one church - and one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt; shop - twice!  Oh - and two trips to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; (over the whole weekend). &lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Accademia&lt;/span&gt; was the highlight of the trip for me.  To actually see Michelangelo's David is truly amazing.  I just waited for him to take a breath and move!  What made it even more special was the level of interest Kyle had in David.  I guess I should know how much power the idea of a hammer and chisel will have with Kyle!  I bought a children's book about David and we read through parts of it while looking at David.  Kyle was full of questions and has decided he will not be a sculptor when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the highlight for the kids was the Leonardo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; museum - a hands on exhibition of many of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Vinci's&lt;/span&gt; machines that he had sketched.  Kyle LOVED the crane!  He asked at least 15 times when we're going back there! (Personally this museum can be skipped if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have kids!)&lt;br /&gt;Another fun moment was when we accidentally came upon a wine tasting festival!  Obviously it we didn't get too involved with the kids but it was fun to have a couple of tastes of the over 60 wines there from Tuscany!&lt;br /&gt;Assisi was a beautiful city - of course known for St. Francis of Assisi, and St. Clare.  Our first day there did not impress me.  It was a good thing we went back the next day so I could see Assisi when the temperature was more than 13 and the bitterly cold wind wasn't blowing.  It's actually a very nice place!  Although, you'd think after all the travelling I've done I'd know better than to show up at such a famous basilica at noon on a Sunday!  We certainly saw the crowds!&lt;br /&gt; In Assisi, or rather, just outside of town, we introduced Rick and Marilyn to one of our favourtie things about Italy - Agriturismos.  These are like inns on farms.  The one we stayed in here was a working Olive farm.  Agriturismos are so peaceful and friendly and such an easy way to keep the kids happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip back home even went well!  Rick and Marilyn went their own way and explored at least one hill town and we drove straight through - with two sleeping kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have a full 18 days until our next guests arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Florence and Assisi/937562c3.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Florence%20and%20Assisi/?action=view&amp;amp;current=937562c3.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-4837954495452891891?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4837954495452891891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=4837954495452891891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4837954495452891891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4837954495452891891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-good-bye.html' title='Another good bye'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-2337343659594390473</id><published>2008-09-20T15:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:35:06.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A little more info</title><content type='html'>http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/world/2008/0920/1221835126585.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/italy/2990663/Italian-mafia-shoot-out-kills-seven.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-2337343659594390473?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2337343659594390473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=2337343659594390473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2337343659594390473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2337343659594390473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-more-info.html' title='A little more info'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-2478230546561713834</id><published>2008-09-19T20:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:31:00.587+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A little too much Italian culture</title><content type='html'>My heart has slowed down and there are no more shakes.  This was a day that will not soon be forgotten.  I cannot believe how things fell into place and how we all ended up safe in the end!  I was supposed to pick up Kyle from school and was not supposed to have our guests Rick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marilyn&lt;/span&gt; with me - just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vika&lt;/span&gt;.  But things didn't work that way and they were with me - and thank God they were!  We were driving home from Kyle's school along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Domitiana&lt;/span&gt; (That is one the main street along the outside of our village and only three entrances to our village from that street.  Although on the other (east) side of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Domitiana&lt;/span&gt; there is more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;development&lt;/span&gt; it's generally not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to as part of the main village.)  It's very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; to run into traffic at that time so I thought we must be approaching an accident.  The road has a cement median and round abouts along the way.  There was no traffic coming towards us and traffic was stopped in front of us.  We were only a couple of blocks from the turn off for our place so I thought we'd find a way through.  As we got closer I realized that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;traffic&lt;/span&gt; was slowing for garbage dumpsters that had been pulled and tipped in the middle of the street.  What a prank!  But really none of use were too put out so I drove around and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; on our way.  Then we saw more dumpsters pulled into the middle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the street and dumped.  Now we were thinking this is a little bit more than a prank but only being less than 2 km from home we continued.  Then traffic stopped.  That is when we all took a deeper breath and realized maybe this was something none of us expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were parked in bumper to bumper traffic - with cars trying to run around on a dime and drive out going against the one way traffic.  It was CHAOS and it got worse.  We even had a dumpster dragged and tipped into the road in front of us. I didn't know what was going on but felt tension rising and knew it wasn't good but still thought we'd just go home.  After 20 minutes or so we decided to turn off the main street and try the side streets to see if we could just get up the couple more blocks to the next roundabout where we could turn off.  All the streets either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dead ended&lt;/span&gt; or lead us back to where we started.  We drove up and down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lane&lt;/span&gt; like streets and even cut across some vacant lots only to get more stressed and find ourselves back where we started - again.  I am truly thankful that Rick was int he backseat with the kids. He and "Fireman Kyle" were drawing up the "fire map" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; we needed to find our way to the closest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;.  We saw many Africans walking towards the center of the activity and we stopped and talked to at least three of them.  Maybe I should of been hesitant to speak to strangers in such a strange situation but I've always found the Africans in this area extremely friendly and they also all speak English.  We were told several time that the roads were being blocked because the Italians (police we incorrectly assumed at the time) killed 7 Africans "with no reason".  We were yelled at over and over - until I figured out that if I rolled down the windows and spoke English (then they knew we were not Italians) they were very friendly and even helpful to us.  One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;gentleman&lt;/span&gt; even told us to try to get close to the barricade that completely blocked the road and let them know we were tourists and they would let us through.  Bu how on earth could we even get close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had had enough.  because we were pretty much parked I actually allowed them to get out of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;carseats&lt;/span&gt; and a game of pass the baby began.  (Do you know how finely ground cheerios can get?)  We were running out of ways to keep everyone entertained.  Kyle knew this was not a good situation and at one point just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; screaming! (Have I mentioned how thankful I am that Rick was with us?  He was FANTASTIC with Kyle!)  Over and over we were weighing our options - do we park off the main street and wait, do we try to work our way through, do we try to go the wrong way through traffic and just get out of the area, or do we park the car and walk home (in the rain) and hope the car will be left untouched?  We drove the back streets some more and made no progress.  We all agreed that we would give one try to get through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;blockade&lt;/span&gt;.  A pretty impossible task to do when traffic was NOT moving - as in people had even deserted their cars.  We had been watching an Italian school bus and kept commenting on that poor bus driver stuck with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;load ful&lt;/span&gt;l of what looked like primary students.  And their poor parents who were waiting and waiting for their children to arrive home.  Eventually the Africans realized the bus needed to get through.  I never realized I could glue myself in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Alfa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Romeo&lt;/span&gt; station wagon to the bumper of a school bus.  I became it's shadow.  And sure enough it was lead right through the barrier.  I kept the window &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cracked&lt;/span&gt; and kept yelling "do you speak English?"  and it worked!  We were allowed to turn around and go back on the other side of the street.  I prayed - yes prayed - that we didn't get a flat tire after driving through so much debris and garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!  We were free!  What was normally a 10 minute drive had taken over and hour and a half and we still weren't home.  Again, we found ourselves, with slightly less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;adrenolin&lt;/span&gt;, weighing our options; do we go to the mall, try to get in to the village from the north side or come up with something else to do?  We decided to give it one shot to get through the north side of town.  It was a long drive around and I knew if we could get close to the Holiday Inn I could probably get home - assuming the village center had been spared.  At this point I was able to let go of some of the worry about our immediate safety and realized I may not have a home to go to? What if the village was the center of the riots and what we saw was only the perimeter.   We drove on. At the north end of town, on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Domitiana&lt;/span&gt;, we again found dumpsters that had been dumped (but also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;uprighted&lt;/span&gt; again) and all the street signs pulled out of the ground and strewn across the road.  The traffic ahead looked clear so we carried on.  It was quite the slalom driving course but we made it through to the first entrance to the town.  And we all held our breath as we were really not sure what we would find in town.  We could breath again, the main village was untouched.  In a matter of minutes we were home - after well over an hour and 45 minutes of trying. It was 5:15.   We drove in and parked the car and before the gate had even closed our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;next door&lt;/span&gt; neighbour was there.  "Michelle!  Are you OK!" " Did you get Kyle"  We quickly learned that yes indeed there had been a homicide/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;assassination&lt;/span&gt; and seven people were dead.  There were parents from our village with kids in Kyle's school that could not get out to get their kids!  Thank God we were home safe!  Our neighbour advised us "DO NOT go out again tonight!"  I just received a message from another friend (at 8:30) who had a delivery from the US military base - normally a 20 minute drive - and it took them over FOUR hours!  Obviously the protests are still out there and even growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's what we know - it was a mafia hit, actually two of them one at each end of our village- drug related.  Seven people dead (rumours have it that it is 1 Italian and 6 Africans)  There are many claims that the wrong people were killed, thus the protests.  For those of you who have read Gomorrah: Italy's other Mafia you'll be familiar with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Casalese&lt;/span&gt; Clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't you know tonight we have babysitters and it was to be the first date for us in eight months!  I guess I can be thankful that all of us were home safe and sound and we shared a wonderful family (extended family too) dinner together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-2478230546561713834?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2478230546561713834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=2478230546561713834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2478230546561713834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2478230546561713834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-too-much-italian-culture.html' title='A little too much Italian culture'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-9000297272070582560</id><published>2008-09-17T21:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:24:06.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>The arrival of September was something I was not looking forward to!  For months I've been flip-flopping about what school I should send Kyle to.  Italians send 4 yr olds (and even younger) full days Monday through Friday.  I was SO NOT ready to see my 4 yr old off for full days everyday!  I struggled for weeks with this - OK maybe I still question my decision!  How could I take Kyle away from his little sister (and me!) although I know he needs the social interaction?  But how could I deny him the opportunity to attend a school where he could learn Italian (This is an international school but the language of instruction is Italian.) and be exposed to so much of the Italian culture.  So I did it! I enrolled him into Kindergarten (yes that's what 4 yr olds are in here!).  I was dreading the first day, so sure I'd find myself in the car in the corner of the school parking lot with tears streaming down my face!  But in the end it went VERY well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week was half days and that very first day I pulled into the parking lot and, with Kyle looking so adorable in his uniform, by the time I had Vika out of her carseat Kyle was already in the school!  He was thrilled to be going to his new school!  (And I didn't shed a tear!)  The second day when I went to pick him up he told me that I should "just come back later".  When I told him the school wasn't open for the afternoon he almost cried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our biggest challenge has come from Vika who SCREAMS everytime Kyle leaves us and goes into his classroom.  After two weeks of school she still does this!  Hmmm, they do have an infant section...maybe I should just leave her at school too!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/34932ccf.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=34932ccf.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-9000297272070582560?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9000297272070582560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=9000297272070582560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/9000297272070582560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/9000297272070582560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-4235416404110393472</id><published>2008-09-02T23:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:03:24.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Playmobil Fun Park</title><content type='html'>Kyle's birthday occurred while we were on vacation, specifically while we were staying with friends in Nuremberg, Germany.  It was no accident that we were able to spend Kyle's birthday with our friends, Darryn and Martina and their son Rhys, at Playmobil Fun Park.  Kyle had no idea what we were doing for his birthday.  All the poor boy knew is that we didn't have any presents for him and he had to wait another ten days for his party.  We told him as we followed our friends to the park that we thought they were taking us somewhere fun, maybe to a big playground.  You can imagine Kyle's shock when he realized that we were at Playmobil Fun Park.  He was thrilled to show his passport to the ticket lady - little did any of us know that he would receive a gift - a workman no less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playmobil Fun Park is a great place!  We enjoyed the farm section, the giant playground with all kinds of sand to dig in.  We spent quite a bit of time in the Wild West.  There are two castles - both Kyle loved!  There is also the pirate ship - with barges to "sail".  (Kyle says he went "oaring").  THere is also an adventure section with a tree house.  And then there's the indoor section!  It has the biggest indoor play area you can imagine as well as several of the playmobil favourites- castle, dollhouse, pirate ship etc all larger than life and surrounded by millions of pieces of Playmobil - all to play with at your will!  And everything is done to look like Playmobil!  It's truly designed with small kids in mind and it is all about them!  They can fall off the barges, walk through rivers, all with no worries  - there is a family drying room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great touch to the day was Martina remembering to bring a candle for Kyle's birthday and then putting it in an apple so we could all sing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt my favourite park was the Playmobil store!  I think we all enjoyed this!  We must have we all bought Playmobil - and Kyle got to pick out his own birthday present - a big red firetruck of course!  But it's not like he'll feel deprived of any Playmobil any time soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was definitely a great success!  Brian ended up taking Kyle and Rhys back the very next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/6fb93bfb.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6fb93bfb.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-4235416404110393472?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4235416404110393472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=4235416404110393472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4235416404110393472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4235416404110393472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/playmobil-fun-park.html' title='Playmobil Fun Park'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-1503244295147570246</id><published>2008-08-30T18:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:04:50.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle's birthday party!</title><content type='html'>Because we were traveling for Kyle's birthday Kyle had to wait a little bit longer for his party.  After a little confusion over why his party wasn't the same as his birthday and then a little more confusion about why he didn't turn 5 at his party if he already turned 4 on his birthday he had a very successful party!  He had chosen a construction theme which meant my ordering decorations online as it is not easy to find construction themed birthday items here in Italy.  We added to the decorations by going to our "home hardware" store and bought lengths of red and white chains and a whole roll of construction safety tape!  We blew up more balloons than we knew what to do with and then ran out of time to hang them!  And after all the worries of it being a summer birthday almost everyone invited attended!  We had 28 people (13 kids) for our family style construction party!  We had friends from our moms group and even a couple from Brian's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids enjoyed building "something".  I'm not quite sure what it is.  One of the dads supervised the hot glue gun while the kids created with boxes (mostly cereal type).  They certainly had fun with it!  Now we have "something" out on our terrace and I'm not sure when Kyle will let it go to a "new home".  They also enjoyed creating their own tool belts with canvas aprons and fabric paints.  We had a lunchtime BBQ with burgers and hot dogs for everyone.  Then there was the mandatory cake and ice cream and the gifts.  For those who wanted to stay around even longer we opened up the pool and also built boats out of milk cartons (gotta love Family Fun magazine!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boats turned out to be a great hit - especially with a few of the dads!  Of course the egos came out and the competition got serious - dual propelled boats were hitting the waves!  Although a couple of the kids really liked the boats I think they enjoyed the pool more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People must have enjoyed themselves because we still had several families here at 5pm (5.5 hours after the start of the party!)  and the last family didn't leave until 7:30pm!  We certainly enjoyed hosting a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle had his day figured out, "Mom, when can I open my presents?"  "After we build and do aprons." As we're building and making aprons, "Mom can I open my presents now?"  "No Kyle, after we eat."  "Mom can we eat right now?"  etc etc.  Then after he opened his gifts of course he wanted to get into all the millions of pieces of Duplo mini, Lincoln Logs and Playmobil.  We told him that he could after everyone left we would take everything inside and he could open the boxes.  He promptly went around and asked everyone if they were leaving and told them that it was OK if they left now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle asked for a construction cake.  Hmmm, I really wasn't sure what to do so over the last few weeks anything I saw that might help me with the cake I bought!  What ended up being used were a couple of Matchbox vehicles and some signs that were actually part of a Donald Duck cake topping set that I found in an Italian party store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/bcc74be8.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bcc74be8.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-1503244295147570246?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1503244295147570246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=1503244295147570246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/1503244295147570246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/1503244295147570246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/kyles-birthday-party.html' title='Kyle&apos;s birthday party!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-3358513724192855740</id><published>2008-08-27T09:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:54:02.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up and Aunt Laverna and Uncle Mark</title><content type='html'>OK, there is no guarantee that my next few posts will be in any sort of chronological order!  We've had such a great summer and every time we do another "great" thing I've been thinking to myself. "Oh, I can't wait to get this up on the blog to share with everyone"  LOL  And the end result is that I haven't posted since the beginning of July!  So now I'll try to steal a few moments and catch up a little bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hightlights of our summer was a very brief, but very fun, one day visit with Aunt Laverna (AKA Auntie Berna) and Uncle Mark (AKA Uncle Mork).  They had a one day stop in Naples on the cruise they were taking for their anniversary.  We were thrilled at the opportunity to meet up with them and share a little bi of Naples with them.  I think Aunt Laverna would have been just as thrilled to sit in the shade somewhere and dote over her great niece and nephew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took them up to Sant Elmo's Castle that overlooks Naples and the surrounding areas all the way past Vesuvius and Sorrento and the Gulf of Naples.  The views were incredible and of course, Kyle was thrilled with the ride up the vernacular and the outdoor escalator!  We then went to Brandy's, a famous pizzeria in the heart of Naples (couldn't let them come to Naples and not experience pizza!) and then we walked around the city a bit before taking them back to their ship.  Of course we had to make the mandatory stop for gelato.  It really was a great day and I think we all treasured the time we had together.  And even I was shocked at just how difficult of a time Kyle had with the good byes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/5ff2e865.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5ff2e865.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-3358513724192855740?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3358513724192855740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=3358513724192855740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/3358513724192855740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/3358513724192855740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up-and-aunt-laverna-and-uncle.html' title='Catching up and Aunt Laverna and Uncle Mark'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-2113477541639350448</id><published>2008-07-08T10:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:44:14.711+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief from the heat!</title><content type='html'>I'm a little slow getting this posted - but I'm a little busy.  What can I say?  With exception only the last 2 days temperatures have been close to or above 40 degrees C everyday, with humidity 80% and even much higher.  In late May I bought a good sized blow up pool for 24E.  I thought that was a bit priced for a blow up pool but knew we needed one and thought it would be worth it.  I'm not sure what happened; whether it had a whole when we got it or it got one the first time it was used, but it didn't last.  So about ten days ago we bought a pool.  A "real" pool!  One big enough to swim in!  It didn't get set up until the last weekend of June and that was an experience in itself.  Once it was set up and filled we had to do the chemicals.  That was another experience.  Instructions in Italian and amounts by weight - and we didn't have a scale.  Then we had to wait three days for the chlorine levels down to an appropriate amount.  LOL I guess measuring with an espresso cup isn't quite the same as  a scale.  (note: we now have a scale.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to try out the pool the evening of Canada Day.  Unfortunately Vika was worn out from the day's festivities and didn't make the photo opp.  However, now we enjoy our pool daily!  It really is fantastic and I can't think of an easier way to beat the heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/New Pool/967d6ccd.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i38.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/New%20Pool/?action=view&amp;amp;current=967d6ccd.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-2113477541639350448?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2113477541639350448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=2113477541639350448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2113477541639350448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2113477541639350448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/relief-from-heat.html' title='Relief from the heat!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-3005281245740302826</id><published>2008-07-06T16:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T17:45:01.083+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada Day</title><content type='html'>I had been a little concerned that we weren't going to find any other Canadians to celebrate Canada Day with.  It's not that there aren't other Canadians around - there are quite a few stationed here with NATO - but they're all military and we hadn't met a single one of them.  I did some research and found out that there was indeed a celebration going to take place - but it was for the Canadian military families here and I would have to be invited by someone. *gulp*  I thought that was it for our celebration.  It would be the first year that I could remember not celebrating Canada Day with fellow Canadians.  And then I got a phone call from one of the Canadians, whom I had never met, inviting us to attend as her guest! (THANKS CORRINNA!)  Unfortunately Boeing does not have Canada Day on their calendar of holidays so Brian had to work.  I went off with the kids in all our Canada garb - red and white clothes, Canada tattoos, and even a small flag attached to Vika's stroller.&lt;br /&gt;The event was taking place at "Villa Maple Leaf".  It's a villa in a Parco (gated neighbourhood) that belongs to the Canadian community.  It's kind of like their community centre.  It has a huge kitchen and dining are, a craft room, reading room, playroom, game room and a room for the teens.  It really is a great facility!  The yard has a huge covered patio and a very large lawn (a rarity in Naples). &lt;br /&gt;There was a BBQ and more food than we could possible eat. (Isn't that always the case with a potluck!).  There was a water balloon toss and some other games for the kids.  Kyle absolutely LOVED hanging out with all the boys that were there.  The big boys (as in teens) were so great in taking him along in all their games.  I think they even honed his hide and seek skills to an all new level.  He now understands the term decoy! &lt;br /&gt;Vika was having a horrible day with her teething and I cannot say how grateful I was that there were so many people there so willing to play pass the baby.  She sure charmed her way, even with the tears, into a lot of hearts that day.&lt;br /&gt;It was great to be around such a great group of people.  Everyone was donned in their red and white, was very laid back and friendly.  And almost everyone had a beer!&lt;br /&gt;The most ironic event of the day wasn'te ven realized until we were leaving.  We had met another couple, Jason and Karin from Ottawa who were visiting their friends and came with them to the celebration.  It was pure luck that someone mentioned that they were from Winnipeg, Transcona actually.   That's where much of my family is from.   Then upon a little more discussion we found out that Jason had dated one of my cousins, gone to school with another and another of my cousins had been his volleyball coach.  What a small world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a great Canada Day for us and we were really reminded just how friendly Canadians can be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Canada Day 2008/520a66e2.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i38.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Canada%20Day%202008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=520a66e2.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-3005281245740302826?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3005281245740302826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=3005281245740302826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/3005281245740302826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/3005281245740302826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/canada-day.html' title='Canada Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-2884740317763415546</id><published>2008-07-05T23:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:43:39.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogspot glitches</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the errors at the end of my 4th of July post and the double slide show.  I have no idea how the final edit did not get posted and I am unable to edit anything now.  I will update it as soon as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-2884740317763415546?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2884740317763415546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=2884740317763415546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2884740317763415546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2884740317763415546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogspot-glitches.html' title='Blogspot glitches'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-3210980082805888199</id><published>2008-07-05T14:32:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:07:04.571+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fourth of July'/><title type='text'>What a Fourth!</title><content type='html'>What a day!  We woke up to find Kyle with an eye infection.  I had to call my friend/translator so we could get to the Dr asap, which we did.  He had picked up conjunctivitis somehow (ugh!).  He hadn't even been around anyone for 3 days prior.  Anyway I was all worried because we were scheduled to celebrate the 4th with a group of families at Carney Park (the US Naval recreation site in Naples).  I couldn't imagine going with pink eye but told Brian that was probably the way it was going to be.  However, the Dr gave us some powerful drops to put in Kyle's eyes and said once he had the first dose he would no longer be contagious.  So we raced home from the Dr. administered the drops and headed out to a sporting goods store that I've been trying to get to for a week.  They're having a huge sale and I SHOPPED! (Won't give anymore details - boring and long! lol But the Italian sale season has begun!)  Then we managed to get a second does of the eye drops in (I was SO paranoid about sharing those germs despite what the doctor had said.) and packed our gear - sun shelter, umbrella, food drinks, sunscreen etc etc.  Oh - and antibacterial wipes and 2 containers of antibacterial hand gel.  Half and hour late we headed out the door.  We got to the park at about 3:45.  I was so surprised it wasn't at all busy.  It was an old fashioned 4th celebration - think small town county fair - hot dog eating, a few rides, food booths, bands, etc.  We met our friends and spread our blankets on the grassy fields and proceeded to have a fantastic time!  The kids were all great!  Vika particularly enjoyed crawling and walking (still assisted) on the grass - not easy to find in Naples!  Kyle absolutely ran himself silly playing with all his friends - no fewer than 9 or 10 were there.   Four families all took our kids on the rides together and it was great!  Except that the safety inspectors kept shutting down the rides.  Mostly they were doing this to ensure age/height restriction were enforced. Kyle was devastated when he was already loaded on the bumper cars with Brian and they had everyone get off and closed the ride for a while.  Kyle was too short to go on it.  Of course we all enjoyed typical fair food - and even with an international flare; lumpia, Hawaiian sweet and sour steak and of course, funnel cakes (who'd have thought they be in Italy! lol)  There were fireworks at 9:45.  (I didn't take pictures even though I had my tripod because I knew that it being so late I needed to put my energy into the kids. But I wanted to take pics!)  Then the nightmare began.  We knew, because it was very busy by this time, that there was no rush going to the car.  Kyle was happy playing with his friends and Vika was asleep in her stroller.  We headed to the car at 11 pm.  And then we sat.  We didn't even get into the car until almost midnight.  And we sat.  Carney Park is a super facility but it is the middle of a volcanic crater and there is only one road in and out.  Apparently (but heard this may have been a rumour) there was an accident on that one road.  So we sat some more.  Thank God, and I truly was thanking God, by this time both kids were asleep in the car.  Neapolitans are not known for driving savvy or being at all courteous behind the wheel.  Thus Brian had to fight to keep our spot in line even though no one was going anywhere, there was less than a paint job between cars as we inched - or rather "millimetered" forward - even though in over an hour we had not even moved a full car length.  And we sat some more.  We felt horrible for the Italian security officer who was directing traffic.  Several carloads of Italian were yelling at her telling her to move the cars in front of them.  Just to give you a little more insight - there were thousands of people in the parking lot with us - many with health conditions (diabetes, bad backs etc) and all the pregnant women and of course the kids that just couldn't deal with anything any more.  And the weather report for midnight (which it was now well past) was 25.5 degrees Celsius (that's about 79 F) and the humidity was at 86% and the breeze that had made the heat of the day bearable was now nonexistent.  We were sweating standing still - and the option was to start the car and have AC and add more exhaust fumes to the still, heavy air in the crater.  So we sat - and sweat - until we put the AC on.  At 1:10am traffic finally started to move...slowly.  We live only a 15 minute drive so once we crawled through the first kilometer it was a breeze to get home and we were there by 1:35.  We were exhausted - and then had to wake Kyle for more eye drops!&lt;br /&gt;After hearing from our friends this morning obviously no one was happy with the situation.  One family was taking the shuttle back to the Naval Support Site where they live - about a 20-25 minute drive.  They got in line for the shuttle - with they're 3 yr old son- at 10:15.  They finally reached the Support Site at 2 am.  I'm not sure how much of that was waiting in line for a shuttle to get to them.&lt;br /&gt;Although the end of the night was very trying, overall we had a fantastic Fourth of July.  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Vika turned one.  It was a wonderful gift that Ami and Papa could be here to celebrate with us.  We started out earlier in the day opening a couple of the big gifts at home.  The celebration continued with a small party at our favourite pizza place.  I think it was one of the loudest renditions of "Happy Birthday" I've ever heard.  Dominic (the pizza chef) say at full volume all the way from the pizza oven. acroos the restaurant.  In fear of Vika ruining her dress with the butterfly cake I made I took it off (and it was way too hot for that dress anyway!).  Then she proceeded to eat in such a perfectly dainty and girly girl way she hardly dropped a crumb!  It was almost a disappointment to see a one year old have the perfect mess opportunity and not take full advantage of it!&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Vika's actual birthday, was spent seeing Ami and Papa off at the airport and joining friend at Carney Park (the US Navy Recreation Site near Naples).  We spent 5 hours in the pool there!  We ended a wonderful weekend with a lazy dinner with friends before heading home - sun kissed and very happy.  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As much as we've found many challenges difficult here in Italy, we're very excited about having the opportunity to experience the "viva dolce" (sweet life) for a while longer.  We're still waiting on some details - like how long we're actually going to be here for.  It looks like we could be here into next year!  We've just returned from a fabulous 4 day weekend at the Cinque Terre with Brian's parents and now I can start planning so many more adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this means I'll expect a few emails from those of you who keep threatening to visit! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post (with pics) again soon to share our Cinque Terre adventure with you all!  Keep checking back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-9158687207626252519?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9158687207626252519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=9158687207626252519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/9158687207626252519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/9158687207626252519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-its-official.html' title='So it&apos;s official'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-1549137480393955290</id><published>2008-06-03T16:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:18:40.434+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caserta Palace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Caserta Palace/225319e2.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i38.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Caserta%20Palace/?action=view&amp;amp;current=225319e2.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my mom's visit we spent some time exploring the gardens at Caserta Palace.  The Palace construction began in 1752.  The palace itself has over 1200 rooms and almost 1800 windows. (It was built to rival Versailles.)  It was actually used in two of the Star Wars films (The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones as Queen Jamillia's Palace)  and in Mission Impossible (the scene where the Lamborghini blows up).   The gardens run for three km!!!  There is actually an aqueduct the length of them that brings water from the cascading falls in the hills to the palace.  It is a beautiful place but it could be absolutely amazing.  It really could take a page from Disney's book.  That said we all enjoyed our time there and Kyle still finds it quite amusing that the fish ate Vika's entire baggy of Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-1549137480393955290?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1549137480393955290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=1549137480393955290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/1549137480393955290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/1549137480393955290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/caserta-palace.html' title='Caserta Palace'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-7325501056376996334</id><published>2008-05-28T15:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:46:06.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of Vika</title><content type='html'>Sometime between 6:15 and 7 am - play quietly in my crib because I can hear no one else is awake.  Then decide to change all that - suddenly scream like the roof is falling in and then watch mommy or daddy come running - just missing their nose on the door - all groggy eyed.  Then smile sweetly and think inside how well that worked yet again.  Happy to feed in bed with mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-8:00 play in the family room.  Be sure to take at least one toy that Kyle is playing with and if that's not convenient be sure to shriek a few times during his favourite TV show.  My magnet dolls are what I like to play with, but mostly I like to practice pulling myself up on the furniture so I can grab the remotes and other things silly adults leave out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-8:30 Eat breakfast.  It is NECESSARY to scream if it is not mashed bananas with yogurt.  And certainly do not try to sneak in vegetables for breakfast (I'm most certainly my daddy's girl!) Cheerios or toast are always good side dishes.  Be sure to get Kyle laughing (and let him return the favour) right when mommy's about to lose her mind because Kyle won't eat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 playtime!!!  Maybe I'll bounce in my exerscauser or if I'm lucky mommy will pull the playpen outside while she hangs laundry.  This is especially great because when I scream outside the neighbours can hear.  I have to be sure that I don't let mommy see just how much I like it outside.  This requires regular fits of fussiness so mommy must walk over and play peek a boo with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 naptime.  It takes a lot of energy keeping mommy from getting board so I need a little sleep.  Although lately I can often go longer and sleep for a shorter period of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 recharge with a feeding.  Then maybe go a for a walk to the store.  I LOVE going to the grocery stores.  It is SOOO easy to charm Italians!  Mom thinks it has to do with my blonde hair and blue eye but really it's because I'm so cute and I know how to charm!  Lots of people in town even greet me with my name and come rushing over to see me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 Lunch.  MORE YOGURT PLEASE!  Hmmm, sometimes mommy doesn't seem to get this request.  And sometimes she actually puts vegetables in the yogurt!  It's not so bad if she gives me an arrowroot after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 more playtime.  This is especially fun if Kyle is around.  Sometimes he make me laugh - till my belly hurts and I can't breathe!  If he's not around it's not so fun to hang out in the family room anymore.  Mommy and Daddy put a baby gate across the fireplace so I can't crawl in it anymore.  Did you know that soot works for finger paints on white walls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30  I'm too tired.  More sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30  I'm hungry! Another feed with mom - but lately she is trying to get me to drink out of a sippy cup.  Does she think I'm crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 Wait until Kyle wakes up and then we can go outside or for a walk!  I really like this time!  But it's a really good time to fuss  and bug mom.  She's often busy trying to do something like prepare dinner and she forgets about Kyle and I so I have to remind her we're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 Dinner Finally!  If we're going out for pizza be prepared to share!  I love the crust and I will tell the whole restaurant if you don't share with me!  Other things I like are:  yogurt with banana, banana with yogurt and yogurt.  I might try some vegetables if mommy cuts them up and lets me feed myself.  This method is much better and I can make a way better mess!  And if mommy bends over to clean it up then I can get it in her hair too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm bath time!  Fun Fun Fun!  And Kyle usually helps me but he's not always good at sharing my bath toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm one more feed before bed.  I'm exhausted!  but I won't sleep if I don't have my susu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice I don't have "take meds" on my schedule anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-7325501056376996334?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7325501056376996334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=7325501056376996334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7325501056376996334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7325501056376996334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-in-life-of-vika.html' title='A day in the life of Vika'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-7438186528230421010</id><published>2008-05-27T15:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:09:14.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The big day is here!</title><content type='html'>For more than three weeks Kyle has been drawing "X"s through the days on the calendar.  It's all been a part of the big countdown to the arrival of Ami and Papa (grandma and grandpa).  Yesterday was one of the very few days Kyle did not ask for the calendar and I chose not to remind him - in hopes that if he did not remember what today would bring the night might bring more sleep.  It worked!  This morning there was no forgetting the calendar and Kyle was ecstatic to find that today was the day!  He was so excited, yet so well behaved this morning.  He got dressed on his own and even remembered that we needed to do a quick walk to the stores to get some fresh bread, fresh mozzarella and some flowers for Ami.  Of course, he chose pink flowers for Ami.  Then it was off to the airport.  Kyle in his khaki shorts and button down shirt with his new sunhat, and Vika in her pretty little white dress that once was mine.  Of course we were running late but I won't get into that story.  We were on our way in our newly acquired rental car (a Fiat Multipla) (Brian's driving the Renault) and Brian calls.  He is able to escape from work just long enough to greet everyone at the airport and will meet us there!&lt;br /&gt;As we pull into the "Quick Park" (leave your keys in your car, costs 6 euros and right in front of the arrivals hall - cheaper than the 4 E per hour to park in the regular parking) a man decides to drop his buddy off and pulls right in front of the parking entrance and parks!  *argh*  A man from the parking comes over and offers to take the car in for me.  He tells me to take the kids and go.  I wasn't sure as I didn't have a ticket but I went with it.  Grab the kids and run!  lol  We're inside with Brian, waiting and waiting when Brian says, "Did the guy you left the car with have a uniform on?"  Hmmm, I think so.....or did I just give the car away?  Oh oh. (Could hardly call it stolen.)  Oh well, not worth worrying about it at this point.&lt;br /&gt;Finally Ami arrives. No Papa.  One bag seems to have not made the connection and Papa has to do the paperwork for lost baggage.  Oh boy.  Instant flashbacks to the turmoil and trouble we had to get out lost luggage back when we arrived in Feb.  It took a full week and we're still fighting for compensation for the time and damage.   At this point Brian is off looking for them as it had been so long.  I send Linda to go back in the secure zone to tell Papa to be sure to say that we will pick up the luggage and not to have it delivered.  Brian wants to be sure of this too - so he just marches right into the secure area.  Was this so easy for Brian to do because he had our beautiful baby girl in his arms, or because he had his work badge around his neck, which happens to say Alenia Aeronautica on it, or is this really how lax security is?  Anyway, I'm sure Lost and Found Baggage got the message.&lt;br /&gt;Finally Papa emerges!  Kyle is thrilled and to everyone's relief Vika seems to remember their faces and is not playing strange!  There are lots of smiles for everyone.  It is hot and the airport is crowded so we head out...and find our car has not been given away but is parked in the lot.  (phew!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-7438186528230421010?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7438186528230421010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=7438186528230421010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7438186528230421010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7438186528230421010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-day-is-here.html' title='The big day is here!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-3833355660386577662</id><published>2008-05-15T14:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:47:29.561+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of Kyle</title><content type='html'>7am - I wake up, check all my Playmobil construction toys all over my floor, then go check who is home.  If it's Saturday then Daddy doesn't go to work. (I know that!)  If it's not Saturday then I'll either play Playmobil or ask someone to turn on Tractor Tom on the TV for me. (Daddy is up when I get up.  Sometimes Mommy and Vika are still sleeping.)&lt;br /&gt;8am - Eat breakfast.  I'd like to eat honey Cheerios (that's what they have in Italy) but mom says no.  I'll try for some Nutella but that's always a no for breakfast.  I'll settle for yogurt and granola.  On the weekend I can usually score some pancakes.  I no, I still don't eat Mommy's scrambled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;8:45 - Yes I do take that long to eat breakfast.  If I'm lucky when I'm done I can watch another TV show.  Mommy usually says yes if I'll watch one in Italian.  Then I get to play.  Lately I've made a manhole, with a cover, between the couch and the coffee table.  This keeps me very busy as there are always leaks in the sewer pipes down there.&lt;br /&gt;9:30 Vika's napping so I have to play quietly so I usually go outside and play construction in the dirt in the garden.  It's fun and if mommy's not paying attention I'll get the hose and make mud pies.  She doesn't like it when I bring them to her when she's hanging the clean laundry out to dry.  This is also a good time to practice riding my bike.  I can go fast now.&lt;br /&gt;11:00 Vika's up and this is when we usually walk to the centre of the village for some groceries.  We go to the bread store where everyone likes me and they always say ciao - especially the man who cuts the prosciutto for me.  Then mommy lets me pick whatever bread I want (usually still warm) from the bakery in the back.  I wish the cashier lady would remember that I bring my own shopping bag.  I always have to tell her and she doesn't understand me so she puts our things in a plastic bag.  This frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;12:00 Lunch!  This is a great time for me to drive mom crazy.  She tries to get Vika started first so I whine that I'm starving.  That usually gets me my Nutella rolled up on flat bread pretty quick.  Then I wait for mom to sit down and then I ask for my drink that she forgot to give me again.  By this time Vika's usually making a mess and I laugh.  I'm really good at getting Vika to be loud - laughing and yelling.  It's very funny but mommy says I'm not supposed to laugh when Vika does it.  I laugh anyway.  (Especially when Vika takes off her bib and is wiping it everywhere!)&lt;br /&gt;1:00 I'm just finishing eating.  It's really hard to eat quickly (which Mommy is ALWAYS after me to do) when I'm so busy entertaining Vika and asking mom 253.5 questions.  It takes a lot to keep that up.  When I'm done I get to play.  I like to play with Vika.  If I dump out the whole container of blocks it makes her laugh!  But I don't like it when she knocks over my towers.&lt;br /&gt;1:30 Vika goes for her nap and i get to stay up for a little longer.  Sometimes Mommy and I work on my workbooks.  Sometimes I draw or play playdough.  I really like to just go outside and play.&lt;br /&gt;2:00 Now it's time for me to go for my quiet time.  And if I'm really quiet Mommy doesn't know that sometimes I don't sleep - I play with my Playmobil.  Sometimes I accidentally fall asleep though.&lt;br /&gt;4:30 Mom usually has to wake me up from quiet time and sometimes I'm grumpy but not too much anymore.  Momy is usually busy with Vika and trying to get laundry done or dinner ready.  Sometimes she lets me help with dinner.  Sometimes I just play construction or kitchen stuff.&lt;br /&gt;(sometime around now Daddy usually comes home and I get all excited and most of the time he will play Playmobil with me and we make accidents with my snowcat and my forklift.)&lt;br /&gt;6:00 Dinner (well this is when mom says we eat but we rarely eat before 7.  We're almost Italian this way.  If I get to pick what's for dinner I usually say Gnocchi and hot dogs.  But if we're going out my favourite place is Dominic's Pizza - it's even better than McDonalds.  We get to walk there along the beach and Dominic gives my pizza dough to play with.  I always order a Margherita pizza.  Sometimes Daddy's not home for dinner because he has to work.&lt;br /&gt;7:00 I'm still eating.&lt;br /&gt;7:30 I'm still eating and Mommy's usually telling me to hurry up or no gelato.&lt;br /&gt;7:45 I got my gelato.&lt;br /&gt;8:15 I'm late for bed again.  Sometimes I get to have a bubble bath and you should see all the bubbles I can make with the jets in our tub!  I don't like getting out of the tub at all.&lt;br /&gt;8:45 Daddy is once again suckered into tucking me in with a Tommy story. (These are stories that Ami and Daddy tell me - they make them up- about a boy named Tommy and all the adventures he has on his farm.  Mommy is not very good at telling them.)&lt;br /&gt;9:00 I have to call Mommy away from what she's doing for one last hug.  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Things were kept quiet and I was allowed to sleep in.  That only lasted until 7:30, but that's later than I've slept in a long time!  I came out to a very excited little boy rushing to finish his handmade card for me!  And next to it was the hand made card from Brian.  The only thing on the front of it was a note scribbled in Brian's chicken scratch, "A very cheesy mom's day card".  Perfect!  Kyle's card was full a glitter glue, colour and even a flower from my scrapbooking supplies.  He was even happier with his masterpiece when I told him he could add some buttons from my scrapbooking supplies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was immediately followed by a pancake breakfast - with the last of our coveted supply of American bacon (what better occasion to use it for!) But before I could eat I had to remove the box from my plate...the D&amp;amp;G box.  Yes I know what D&amp;amp;G is, but I still had to ask Brian, "Is that really a Dolce and Gabana box?"  And he after he confirmed this I may have had a thought about him tricking me.  I would not be the first family member he has tricked with a fancy box of special packaging.  It turns out Brian wanted my first Mother's Day as a mom of two to have a little Italian flare to it.  I will say that my new shiny D&amp;amp;G watch with a whole lot of bling on it certainly added some flare! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brian packed up the kids while I got ready and off we headed.  Now those who know me, know that a trip to a volcano crater would make for a pretty special Mother's Day.  And that's exactly what we did!  We hiked up Mt Vesuvius and walked around the crater - as far as we could go anyway.  It was amazing!  When I visited Pompei I kept catching glimpses of the mountain that still stands tall over the area and pondering the power to what it did 2000 years ago (and on a much smaller scale 68 years ago).  To climb up it's sides and look into it's crater was awesome!  I loved all of Kyle's questions (OK maybe not the ones he repeated 37 times) and enjoyed answering all about how the rocks were made, where the steam came from, why the rocks have holes.  Although I hesitated somewhat when he asked if lizards have steps in there homes.  When I said no, of course he asked why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climb up to the crater from the parking area is definitely a steep one on a path of loose gravel and too many tourists - and too many of them probably shouldn't be pushing their pacemakers that hard.  It was a beautiful day with clear skies until we got to the top.  We got to watch some clouds roll up the side of the mountain and over the crater.  Really an amazing thing to see.  But not quite as amazing as watch the steam escape from the vents in the side of the crater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some snacks, walked to the end of the path, took 164 pictures, rock climbed and counted 46 lizards before we found ourselves back and the car.  And then my day got a special treat.  It was almost 4 and we hadn't had lunch.  We decided to give Kyle the choice.  We could go to McDonald's on the way home or we could go home and wait a couple of hours for our favourite pizza place to open.  Kyle chose pizza so we went home.  Vika napped, Kyle played construction and then we went for dinner.  Of course followed by gelato!  (Who's idea was it to put a gelato shop right next door to the pizza shop?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly a wonderful day.  One I will remember and treasure for a very long time - and yes, it will be scrapbooked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-8341163410580741156?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8341163410580741156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=8341163410580741156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8341163410580741156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8341163410580741156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-mothers-day-in-world.html' title='The Best Mother&apos;s Day in the World!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-2457936593542196005</id><published>2008-05-05T23:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:15:52.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Kids and family april May 08/e3734a77.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i38.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/Kids%20and%20family%20april%20May%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=e3734a77.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-2457936593542196005?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2457936593542196005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=2457936593542196005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2457936593542196005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/2457936593542196005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-8017377452211983102</id><published>2008-05-05T23:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:22:31.405+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A long weekend</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday was a holiday in Italy (Workers Day?).  Most took the Thursday and Friday.  So many so that Boeing Employees (they didn't get the holiday) were requested to work from home so the factory could close for the long weekend.  Hmmm...Brian working from home with two little ones running around.  Doesn't sound like much of a challenge - NOT!&lt;br /&gt;We did pretty good Thursday.  We actually met some neighbours and got ourselves invited to their birthday celebration!  (Good thing my Italain friend Mary Grace was with us to help with the language!)  We enjoyed a great dinner out with Brian's colleague's family at our favourite pizza joint - where the pizza chef gives the kids pizza dough to play with.  Friday, well things were a little more difficult.  Brian ended up coming to the beach for a little while.  Although Vika has been to the beach plenty of times she's never actually put her toes in the sand.  She got to put her toes in the sand and she LOVED it!  She giggled and giggled and then started to crawl - top speed - in every direction laughing the whole way - until she decided to taste it.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we headed off on one of our "adventures" and drove north to the coastal town of Gaeta.  It is much more laid back than here, even though it's only an hour away, and it is very beautiful.  We walked around the historical center.  Of course the highlights of Kyle's day were watching a boat be painted and a new motor mounted and the construction guy sending buckets of concrete to the top floor of a building using a rope and pulley.  (So he wasn't hard for mommy to watch either!) The cement mixer was a hit too!   We had a great lunch at a restaurant that the locals obviously enjoyed.  Kyle is constantly getting better at trying new foods and ate a plate of Penne  - but not until after I changed the name to "pipes".  Vika - well I think she just likes anything that gets her out of a strapped seat (carseat and stroller!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday the kids went off on an adventure of their own with daddy that included a visit to Leroy Merlin (think Home Depot) - nothing makes Kyle happier - and lunch at McDonald's while mommy scrapbooked.  We also found some time for some finger painting and playmobil playtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle-ism:&lt;br /&gt;(See the picture of him sitting on the anchor)&lt;br /&gt;"Why is that anchor there when there's nothing there to anch?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-8017377452211983102?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8017377452211983102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=8017377452211983102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8017377452211983102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8017377452211983102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-weekend.html' title='A long weekend'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-4275248804667391136</id><published>2008-04-27T14:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:34:52.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Sorrento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/13d0397d.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i38.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;current=13d0397d.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-4275248804667391136?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4275248804667391136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=4275248804667391136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4275248804667391136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4275248804667391136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures-of-sorrento.html' title='Pictures of Sorrento'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-7162713557889186778</id><published>2008-04-27T09:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T10:43:19.554+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrento</title><content type='html'>The kids and I have now been to Sorrento three times.  It was almost instantly on the first visit that it became ranked on my "favourite places in Italy" list.  It's just south of Naples and is at the north end of the Amalfi Coast.  It's small (pop. 16 000 - although it feels much bigger) and it just has a different pace.  However, I have yet to see it in tourist season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrento is famed in literature and for it's visitors from famous Romans to Casanova.  It has a beautiful atmosphere with all the things a tourist needs for a day visit.  It has shopping, cafes, restaurants and pizzerias.  (And Kyle won't let me forget the gelaterias and his favourite toystore!)  It has a small lane jammed with little shops selling the local specialties: leather (purses, gloves, shoes), local pasta and everything lemon.  The area is famous for lemons!  The most popular item has to be lemoncello.  It's a very smooth lemon drink with a dangerous kick!  Of course there are lemon chocolates, candies, soaps, tableclothes and everything else lemon.  There is even a lemon grove right in the heart of this bustling town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now seen Sorrento in the sun and the rain and I still love it.  The people are great - very friendly and helpful!  Of course it doesn't hurt that most every lemon shop is very willing to share samples of their lemoncello - which of course is better than anyone else's.  (Most shops have the factory in the back of the shop.)  Of course Kyle likes the shop that makes the chocolates where he can stand and watch - and charm his way into receiving many samples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of wondering the streets of Sorrento.  Not that I've shopped that much there.  I have checked out almost every single pottery shop, but only purchased one beautiful bowl with lemons painted on it.  Sorrento is a port town but the heart of the town is perched high above the water.  It has lots of waving palms and greenery.  And the view out onto the Bay of Naples is breathtaking! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we will return to Sorrento.  It's a must see for my visitors' list and I still have to get Brian here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-7162713557889186778?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7162713557889186778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=7162713557889186778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7162713557889186778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7162713557889186778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorrento.html' title='Sorrento'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-7403865733797083582</id><published>2008-04-22T10:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:10:06.831+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All kinds of visitors</title><content type='html'>We've been so fortunate to have all kids of visitors to our home in Italy.  We've had visitors almost back to back.  (Funny how we never had that problem in Ukraine!)  Margo came to visit for a couple of weeks and stayed through Easter, then four days later Dave, Feather and they're 2yr old daughter Molly (neighbours from back home) arrived and three days after they left my mom arrived. Mom arrived a day late after getting shifted by the mess at the new Heathrow terminal - but that's OK because I wrote the wrong day on my calendar for her arrival so she was still a day early for me! Kyle got quite the surprise when we arrived at the airport to look at airplanes and found Nana instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has extended her stay for a few days as Brian has had to fly back to the States to complete the paper work for his Italian Visa.  I sure appreciate the help with the kids!  It's especially helpful because Vika and I have both been sick (and we shared it with mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next set of visitors, Brian's parents, are scheduled to arrive late next month.  Although we've heard rumblings of others, closer by, that maybe coming for quick weekend visits???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've discovered there are some must sees that we advise to go to or take our guests to in our area.  Sorrento is definitely a favourite of mine.  Pompei is amazing.  Of course, there is Naples (not quite the same as other European cities, but growing on me.)   We have so much more to explore and discover, and thus "screen" for our guests.  Nice of us to do that, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best to give some more updates soon of some of our favourite places - with pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kyle-ism for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting at the table waiting for dinner he says, "I have a jumpy thingy in my toe.  It must be my blood pressure."  And calmly continues waiting for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-7403865733797083582?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7403865733797083582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=7403865733797083582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7403865733797083582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7403865733797083582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-kinds-of-visitors.html' title='All kinds of visitors'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-5595682647736163487</id><published>2008-03-28T12:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:51:51.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter in Tuscany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w38.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/409ad3f5.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i38.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e115/Kyivscrapper/?action=view&amp;current=409ad3f5.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 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/8486859512970035459-5595682647736163487?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5595682647736163487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=5595682647736163487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/5595682647736163487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/5595682647736163487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-in-tuscany.html' title='Easter in Tuscany'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-7841954451015417047</id><published>2008-03-27T14:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:08:46.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter in Italy</title><content type='html'>I always think of Easters at home as wet.  And Italy has proven no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter in Italy has many traditions.  Of course for the Catholics there is the Pope and Mass.  There are the wonderful Easter cakes that are sold by the hundreds in the stores - and come in boxes, often with very cute ribbon handles.  There are the traditions that make it a family day and there is Pasquetta - literally translates to "little Easter".  On Easter Monday you are to pack up all the leftover food and take your family for a picnic.  It's supposed to be good to eat the leftovers and enjoy nature and the sun.  Hmmmm, no one told us what happens if it rains. (Sorry kiddos - Easter egg hunts are not part of the traditions here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Easter began with Kyle not feeling all that well.  Of course that did not stop him from being excited when he discovered that the Easter Bunny did indeed find him and Vika at our Agriturismo ("inn on a farm") in Tuscany.  The kids woke up top find chocolate eggs scattered all over the table and a note saying there were more treats back home.  As well the Easter Bunny had not forgotten to hide eggs for an egg hunt (Guess he wasn't the Italian Easter Bunny).  However, it must not have been raining when he hid the eggs.  It certainly was when Kyle went to find them.  A little (lot of) rain did nothing to dampen Kyle's Easter spirits. (If you're familiar with Robert Munsch's Easter story just think, "CHOCOLATE BUNNIES!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids exchanged small gifts.  Kyle gave Vika a stuffed cow (I think that's what it is) and Vika gave Kyle a Playmobil garbage man and garbage can.  Needless to say Kyle was thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all packed up (Margo was still with us) and we headed to Pisa.  The drive was a little longer than we had expected and very much curvier! (NO I didn't get sick - I drove! lol)  Pisa did not give us a picturesque welcoming but we enjoyed the Duomo and the Leaning Tower anyway.  (That's pretty much all there is to see in Pisa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We napped in the early part of the night only to pack up the car and get on the road at 12:30am.  we dropped Margo off at the airport in Rome at 3:30am and then continued home - and straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vika and I were up first so Vika got her Easter Bunny gift.  She loves her new stacking toy.  As soon as Kyle woke he felt the magnetic pull to the giant Kinder Surprise Egg waiting for him at the table.  Inside was a little Hot Wheels race track.  Kyle has since discovered that he doesn't actually like Kinder Surprise Chocolate.  (Too much good Italian chocolate I guess.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO our Easter was dragged out for a couple of days.  Of course it was very strange to be so far away from family for it.  Although we miss everyone we still managed to have our own Easter with some of the family's favourite traditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-7841954451015417047?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7841954451015417047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=7841954451015417047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7841954451015417047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/7841954451015417047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-in-italy.html' title='Easter in Italy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-4496395795646348135</id><published>2008-03-24T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:34:40.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>What a week!  There's just no way I'll be able to put this all into writing!  Too much and too amazing!  On March 13 my bff Margo arrived in Rome and we spent three days there at a fantastic B&amp;amp;B near the Vatican.  We spent a whole day at the Vatican (and that area), the next day in Ancient Rome (Colosseum, the Forum, Spanish Steps, Trevi Fountain etc) and the next day we wondered to a variety of places.  After Rome we came to our place and on Monday we dropped Brian at work and then heading to Pompei.  Tuesday we wondered around our village.  On Wednesday we went to Sorrento (Almafi Coast) and Thursday we were able to leave Kyle with Brian in the afternoon (nap time) as Brian was working from home and we went to Casserta (the Royal Palace and to the mall!).  Friday we packed up and headed north to Tuscany.  The weather was horrible but the sightseeing was great.  We managed to pack in Siena, Pisa, MonteRiggioni, Colle Valle D'Elsa and a whole lot of countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could spend a whole day writing on each experience but I'm not about to do that right now!  Here's the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First - the kids LOVE their Auntie Margo.  Although we only dropped her off at the airport this morning I've heard at least five times from Kyle "I don't miss her, but I sure love Auntie Margo."  I was a real gift for me to have an extra set of hands and eyes around to help with the kids.  They're great little travellers but it does take some coordination to get them packed each time we head out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome - WHAT AN AMAZING CITY.  There is truly no way to tell you what I saw.  The size of things is so unexpected.  All the history I've taught did not prepare me for the size of things.  (Those textbook pictures just don't cut it!)  The Colosseum is bigger than today's hockey arenas; it held 75 000 people and sure was much easier on the eyes than any modern day stadium/arena.  The Sistine Chapel, again, words can not do it justice. The colours were much brighter than I expected and there is so much more to it then those textbook pictures show.  And those who know me know I've travelled and know that I have seen churches - churches, cathedrals, temples and mosques.  Many of them leaving me struggling for words.  But St Peter's Basilica stopped me in my tracks.  One of the best ways to describe it is in my Rick Steves' guidebook, "The most impressive church on earth."  "To call it vast is like calling God smart."  It makes your heart skip a beat - and it has nothing to do with religion (I can't imagine what it does to a Catholic!).  It can hold 60 000 people for mass.  And the art is equally as stunning as the size.  Even Margo who said she had no interest in the Pope was impressed by the emotion and atmosphere when we saw him giving Mass in St Peters Square on Palm Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days in Rome tended to start with us out of the hotel by about 9:30 and returning no earlier than 9:30pm.  (Told you our kids are good little travellers!)  It gave us the chance to see things in the evening.  The Trevi fountain and throwing our coins in with the wish that we will return to Rome was a highlight for me.  Kyle certainly enjoyed this - and only threatened to fall in once.  Kyle and I had seen the fountain on TV before we moved and it was a must see for the both of us.  And again - we were not prepared for the size.  It "grows" out of the back of a building and just dwarfs the crowds that surround it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roman Forum was something that I had not expected to interest and intrigue me the way it did.  Kyle took the kids so Margo and I could make a quick visit to these ruins in the heart of Rome.  The were the social, political and religious heart of ancient Rome.  To teach history is one thing, to stand in the exact place it happened is such a different experience.  Margo and I were both pretty struck by this.  We would repeat things over and over - especially when we saw where Julius Cesar was cremated - the spot still has people putting fresh flowers on it every day!  And the size - just how did they build on that scale without cranes?  (A questioned pondered by Kyle many times.  His final answer, "They really had a crane - but just one and they all had to share it because there just wasn't enough scaffolding.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day in Rome Kyle took the Kyle to a playground that we found (this was the first real playground we've seen since moving to Italy) and Margo and I had time to wonder with Vika.  The playground was, by no surprise, on Kyle's list of highlights, but when he finished there the only two other things were The Metro and Gelato.  (And more gelato and more gelato and more gelato! - Pistachio is his favourite flavour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too tired to write more now so you'll have to wait for Tuscany, Sorrento and the great car key experience.  Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-4496395795646348135?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4496395795646348135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=4496395795646348135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4496395795646348135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4496395795646348135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-week-theres-just-no-way-ill-be.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-8987178805174137274</id><published>2008-03-11T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:00:10.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'>From the mouth of Kyle</title><content type='html'>I was telling Kyle he might get to meet some more new friends tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kyle you might get to meet some more new friends tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;(He scrunches up his face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think I should really do that mom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't want any new friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm allergic to new friends now.  I have Jade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kyle, I think you have a crush on Jade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I do mom! And every time I crush her she laughs!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-8987178805174137274?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8987178805174137274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=8987178805174137274' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8987178805174137274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/8987178805174137274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-mouth-of-kyle.html' title='From the mouth of Kyle'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486859512970035459.post-4101043831541097012</id><published>2008-03-04T12:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:16:59.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I swore I never do this!</title><content type='html'>Blogging was not for me!  Great for people that have all that extra time in their day, but I have much better things to do than to air my thoughts on feelings on the internet for everyone in cyber space to see! (OK, I will admit I have been known to read a few blogs.)  Yet, here I am...blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the move to Italy I just get too many requests for updates.  So this is my way to keep all of you up to date.  If you choose to read my blog then great (and it'd be nice to get a comment or email back!) and if you choose not to read my blog then don't ask for an update! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Italy is not quite the Italy one views in romantic movies.  It is chaotic (driving here is slightly better than Ukraine), dirty (the garbage strike/situation is not even close to being resolved, not to mention the air quality around Naples), and there is more poverty than you'd think for a developed country that belongs to the EU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our village is quiet and safe - two unusual qualities for Italy.  We are two very short blocks from the beach (but the beaches have yet to be cleaned for the tourist season and the Mediterranean possesses much more garbage than you'd like to  see.)   We live in an area of houses all built within the last few decades.  Thus there are not the winding streets that resemble small canyons with laundry strung out overhead.  However, I think Kyle appreciates the lizards and the walls much better than laundry overhead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk daily with the kids.  We have to check out the beaches, buy our bread and a few groceries.  Our favourite stop is surely the local "deli".  This is where we can buy things like bread (always at least 6+ fresh baked varieties to choose from), prosciutto, ham and other  meats, cheese (fresh ricotta, mozzarella etc) and premade lunch pizzas and sandwiches.  Kyle now walks in first and announces "Boungiourno" or "ciao" to everyone and then proceeds to order what we (he) wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to spend our weekends on adventures with daddy.  Every week Kyle anticipates Saturday with great excitement.  He knows on Saturday daddy doesn't go to work.  So far we've been tourists in Naples (too cold and windy to do much), did a day trip to the Island of Ischia (spent all our time at Castel Argonese - amazing!), drove south to find some caves and didn't get there until hours after close because we were distracted by the awing Greek ruins at Paestum.  We have also had some misadventures; like promising Kyle a "new" McDonalds and, by following the directions on the McD's website, drove for 2.5 hours and then gave up.  Only to find the McD's on the other side of the city on our way out of town.  (Only Brian would ever have the determination to drive that long to find a McD.  Believe me it wasn't McD's that kept him going, it was the inability to give into a challenge!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486859512970035459-4101043831541097012?l=itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4101043831541097012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486859512970035459&amp;postID=4101043831541097012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4101043831541097012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486859512970035459/posts/default/4101043831541097012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itchyfeetandsmellysocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-swore-i-never-do-this.html' title='I swore I never do this!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18318212648865022617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
