<?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-1841745723301471329</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:37:16.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmotherhood and Exercise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-4327395058670988743</id><published>2009-12-07T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:51:13.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick day with Gma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Even though Brayden stayed home "sick" from school, he was a  happy boy.  This is to prove to Aunt Nancy that Brayden does laugh and smile.  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Rachel and I took him for a walk in the stroller this morning. He was thrilled to go but about half way through our 2 mile walk he decided he should walk too. 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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-1841745723301471329.post-8066920243335054535</id><published>2009-07-12T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:43:27.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden's Finally Walking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b99b18aa2ae97207" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-5792189005767836785</id><published>2009-04-19T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:57:24.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Survey...just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;(From my friend, Jeanette's blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;1. First thing you wash in the shower? hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie? pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;4. Do you plan outfits? most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? relaxed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;6. What’s the closest thing to you that’s red? candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;7. What was the last dream you remember having? really don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;8. Did you meet anybody new today? yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;9. What are you craving right now? Glass of wine (but too lazy to get up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;10. Do you floss? yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? stuffed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;12. Are you emotional? rarely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;13. Have you ever counted to 1,000? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;15. Do you like your hair? most days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;16. Do you like yourself? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;18. What are you listening to right now? Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;19. Are your parents strict? They were!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;20. Would you go sky diving? not a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese? yuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;22. Have you ever met a celebrity? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;23. Do you rent movies often? No, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;24. Is there anything sparkly in the room in which you are? my diamond earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;25. What countries have you visited? Mexico, India, Malasia, Israel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;26. Have you made a prank phone call? when I was a teenager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;27. Ever been on a train? yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;28. Brown or white eggs? white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;29. Do you have a cell-phone? Yes, my lifeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;31. Do you use chapstick? repeatedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;32. Do you own a gun? never have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;33. Can you use chopsticks? yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;34. Who are you going to be with tonight? My husband and daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;35. Are you too forgiving? sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;36. Ever been in love? definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;37. What is your best friend doing tomorrow? working and going to school (both my daughters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;38. Ever have cream puffs? Yes but not a fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;39. Last time you cried? a year ago - when I saw my grandson being born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;40. What was the last question you asked? "Did I send you a picture of my table?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;41. Favorite time of the year? Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;42. Do you have any tattoos? Used to but was removed during a surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;43. Are you sarcastic? very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;44. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;45. Ever walked into a wall? yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;46. Favorite color? yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;47. Have you ever slapped someone? my mother when I was younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;48. Is your hair curly? not at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;49. What was the last CD you bought? can't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;50. Do looks matter? to a point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;51. Could you ever forgive a cheater? depends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;52. Is your phone bill sky high? higher than I like but not sky high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;53. Do you like your life right now? Yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;54. Do you sleep with the TV on? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;55. Can you handle the truth? for the most part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;56. Do you have good vision? no and it's frustrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;57. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? Hate, no. Dislike, definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;58. How often do you talk on the phone? everyday, frequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;59. The last person you held hands with? Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;60. What are you wearing? Jerzey shorts and campi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;61. What is your favorite animal? dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;62. Where was your profile picture taken? my kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;63. Can you hula hoop? one rotation, if I'm lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;64. Do you have a job? not a paying job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;65. What was the most recent thing you bought? chicken broth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;66. Have you ever crawled through a window? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-5792189005767836785?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5792189005767836785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=5792189005767836785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5792189005767836785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5792189005767836785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-surveyjust-for-fun.html' title='Random Survey...just for fun'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-4215428990413410319</id><published>2009-04-18T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:39:34.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear surgery and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Since he hasn't learned how to walk yet, Brayden has figured out that the best way to take things with him is to carry them around in his mouth when he crawls.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326080583196941394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeoKElaPHFI/AAAAAAAAA64/3UdaQD80wo8/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Brayden loves tomatoes.  Well, mostly he likes to squeeze them and suck on them and make a big mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeoKE7eWNtI/AAAAAAAAA7A/9w_S2cAOwF0/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326080589119764178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeoKE7eWNtI/AAAAAAAAA7A/9w_S2cAOwF0/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;After too many rounds of ear infections and ineffective antibiotics, Brayden took a trip to the ENT.  His left ear was still very infected and he was in a bit of pain.  Here is Brayden at the day surgery center at 5:30 in the morning, wondering what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326080594433431010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeoKFPROVeI/AAAAAAAAA7I/5tPDHQZ6bUg/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Brayden in his gown in pre-op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326080598569303954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeoKFerSv5I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/gr07jWWEOgA/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was extremely patient considering he was up for 2 hours before surgery, with no bottle.  The nurse gave him a specimen cup to keep him busy.  His look says "you want me to do WHAT with this cup?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326080603070867874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeoKFvcjKaI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/MhnyvY5MCS0/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;This is Brayden the next day - on his 1st birthday. He is feeling all better after having his ears cleaned up and tubes inserted.  He is happy and mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326079611115744738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeoJMAIBLeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/OEaa26hx1VE/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;And freaking delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeoJMurvUDI/AAAAAAAAA6g/j8w7CcWvJd0/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326079623613599794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeoJMurvUDI/AAAAAAAAA6g/j8w7CcWvJd0/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent most of this past week preparing for the 3 room face lift.  I have been packing and moving boxes (with help from Harvey, of course), moving furniture, taping walls, buying paint, pulling staples out of the walls (left overs from Valerie's high school wall decor), pulling surplus nails from the wall, and finally patching holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;And for everyone who thinks I can't follow instructions, let the record stand that I can (I just chose not to most of the time).  Our 1970's vintage house came complete with an intercom system.  The only two remaining pieces were in 2 of the bedrooms and left big holes in the walls.  I went from this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326079628216842322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeoJM_1POFI/AAAAAAAAA6o/9gI061UFzY0/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;To this.  I marched myself down to Home Depot, bought hole patching kits, and off I went to filling holes.  I'm still waiting for the stuff to dry so I can sand and start the painting.  Finished product TBD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326079628864280450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeoJNCPmV4I/AAAAAAAAA6w/bum78BwX2wY/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-4215428990413410319?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4215428990413410319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=4215428990413410319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4215428990413410319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4215428990413410319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/04/ear-surgery-and-more.html' title='Ear surgery and more'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeoKElaPHFI/AAAAAAAAA64/3UdaQD80wo8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-8148628095880623483</id><published>2009-04-13T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:59:24.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally - new pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Brayden has been sick with an ear infection, fever (off &amp;amp; on), runny nose and just generally feeling cruddy for most of the last two months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;You can see that he is still sick by the rosy cheeks and nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324247785518896642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeOHJuADlgI/AAAAAAAAA5A/vklY6NLzUNc/s400/138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;However, when the fever does break several times a day, he is mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324247794210460786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeOHKOYSVHI/AAAAAAAAA5I/lHjPG-1mv_c/s400/139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick has certainly not kept him from mischief - he loves to play with Tootsie's crate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeOHKQo8AEI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/5koOzZ7HCu0/s1600-h/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324247794817171522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeOHKQo8AEI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/5koOzZ7HCu0/s400/140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;The boys are trying to figure out what to wear to go out on the town&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324247802803774370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeOHKuZF46I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/w9cKPX-JVSA/s400/143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday he was feeling better so off we went for his first trip to IKEA.  He and Gpa had a grand time, playing with the toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324247803838376946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeOHKyPwq_I/AAAAAAAAA5g/9ApcND6FHqM/s400/149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;He was feeling pretty silly, checking out the big boy bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324248435122903474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeOHvh9uGbI/AAAAAAAAA5o/FmzG38BNsa0/s400/152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he and Gpa got more silly with the hats.  Brayden tried on the birthday hat, knowing that his birthday is just a week away!  And Gpa, well, who knows why he wanted to look like a chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324248442439062242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeOHv9OB0uI/AAAAAAAAA5w/0NlratxtfRk/s400/159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Brayden wants to know "do these orange spots make my butt look big?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324248449792973986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeOHwYnVnKI/AAAAAAAAA54/1NgDKJCwXeM/s400/167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to TGIF for dinner.  Here Brayden is having his first taste of steamed broccoli, which he seemed to like, but also wanted to share with his mommy (who was taking the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324248454495187730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeOHwqIbsxI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ivkLPOSnCoY/s400/173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;And finally, Sunday morning we began moving boxes out of Harvey's study/Brayden's new room.  He wanted to help (please excuse the look on my face - I was just back from a 7 mile run just before we took this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324248454364036818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeOHwppKftI/AAAAAAAAA6I/tUUJ8tOHDyY/s400/176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm foggy headed from whatever it was that Brayden had the last couple of weeks.  It could just be the Oak pollen, which is falling down in buckets from the trees. I'm sure that running through all of the dust and tree turds is not helping with the congestion.  Yesterday I didn't feel as bad and was able to run 7 miles.  Today I felt worse and was only able to motivate myself to run 4 miles.  This spring time weather in Austin does make it much easier to run - it's been beautiful.  I dread the start of summer, but have no choice.  Running group starts backup this weekend, after a 2 month hiatus.  I'm anxious to get back on track with more regular running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Things are looking up with the job hunt.  I have a few irons in the fire, including an interview later this week.  There are tons of jobs out there, just not ones that I want to do, or ones that seem decent but pay about 1/3-1/2 what I was making before.  Not that I've had any offers, just a few good prospects I'm working on...that's all I'll say about that so as not to jinx anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-8148628095880623483?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8148628095880623483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=8148628095880623483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8148628095880623483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8148628095880623483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-new-pictures.html' title='Finally - new pictures!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SeOHJuADlgI/AAAAAAAAA5A/vklY6NLzUNc/s72-c/138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-2256564820032967185</id><published>2009-04-09T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:44:05.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for spare time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Rachel has announced to me that I suck at keeping up with my blog.  I thought that for sure with being unemployed, I would have all sorts of time, but it seems that fate would have other plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Last week I managed to run a little, though not as much as I wanted to and pack a lot of boxes (again, not as much as I wanted to).  I did get to run in a half marathon in Bastrop, though I wasn't feeling all that energetic to start with, and it was ridiculously hilly, so my time sucked, but at least I finished.  This week, Brayden's been sick with the same ear infection he's been fighting since February, so I've been making daily trips to the doctor with him for the past 3 days.  He's on his last chance with antibiotics - which came in the form of two shots, simultaneously in his biggest muscle (thigh), 3 days in a row.  Needless to say, he's been pissed.  The first two days I was able to take him to daycare after.  Today he was running a fever all day so we hung out together.  He was feeling bad all day so mostly he slept on me, which kept me from doing much of anything else, including playing golf with Harvey in the afternoon.  Tubes in the ear is the next step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;I did have a couple of hours while Brayden was in his bed to job hunt.  There are tons of jobs out there - just none as appealing and interesting as the last job I had.  I did receive potentially good news tonight about a job, but I'm not going to jinx myself by talking about it until I know more.  Oh, and there's the other job prospect that I have a meeting on next week.  Both of these jobs found me, which is always a great feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Valerie booked her tickets to England for the summer - she is doing a semester abroad there. Being the summer session, it's short but she'll have plenty of opportunity to travel the week before classes start and on the weekends.  Rachel continues to kick ass in school, setting the curve on both tests she's taken.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Hopefully Brayden will feel better soon so that I can post some updated pictures soon.  Believe it or not, he'll turn one next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-2256564820032967185?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2256564820032967185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=2256564820032967185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/2256564820032967185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/2256564820032967185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-for-spare-time.html' title='So much for spare time!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-4187259926970194047</id><published>2009-03-31T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:14:24.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm suddenly finding myself with time on my hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today I joined 6.5% of Texans/8.1% of Americans as I prepare to file for my first unemployment claim this weekend. The "non-recession" is hitting everywhere, so I was not surprised that as the last in, I would be the first out at work. The good news is that I was treated with an incredible amount of dignity and was even given advanced notice before the pink slip found me. I love the job and hope to return when things get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So here's my plan for the next while...until lady luck shines on my again with work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Run 6 miles (at least) on Wednesday, 5 miles on Thursday, and rest on Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pack up Harvey's study &amp;amp; Valerie's old room a bit each day to begin the face-lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pick out paint colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Half marathon on Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Next week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;File unemployment claim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Workout more consistently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Run 6 miles X 4 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Freshen up the bike and ride 1-2 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dust off the Bow-flex and start weight training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Strip wall paper from Harvey's study and Valerie's old room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Buy paint, tape and whatever else I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cook dinner for my family (take creativity with all the different tastes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Play a little golf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh, job hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Check back soon to see how well I do with my goals over the next 10 or so days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-4187259926970194047?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4187259926970194047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=4187259926970194047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4187259926970194047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4187259926970194047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-suddenly-finding-myself-with-time-on.html' title='I&apos;m suddenly finding myself with time on my hands...'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-5552364469331789163</id><published>2009-03-15T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:06:23.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden is crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This week Brayden started crawling some of the time instead of the commando drag across the room. It is a bit slower but he is getting better at it. Below a short video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47e215c9f2527705" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47e215c9f2527705%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77CF87302FFA6A441176F72294FE052EBAE543A3.6AF2E550DB25C32A7F87D80403DAD5662E4B33FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47e215c9f2527705%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvhVcG-rRBihVGQpX7W8VjpgWkK8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47e215c9f2527705%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77CF87302FFA6A441176F72294FE052EBAE543A3.6AF2E550DB25C32A7F87D80403DAD5662E4B33FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47e215c9f2527705%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvhVcG-rRBihVGQpX7W8VjpgWkK8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Just cute - nothing more to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313459461208812194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/Sb0zOmHKKqI/AAAAAAAAA4s/nACUBeywwZY/s400/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;He is eating a lot of table foods now. His favorite is vegi's that he can eat on his own. He likes the mix of peas (yuk), green beans, Lima beans, carrots and corn. I noticed that he eats the green ones first, then orange, and finally yellow. My sister in law, Nancy (the pediatrician) has assured me that this does NOT mean he is OCD, just learning "grouping". Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;His new more slim figure after eating healthy (more vegi's) and lots of exercise.  The jumpee is gone as he is really too big for it&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313459453651582354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/Sb0zOJ9X_ZI/AAAAAAAAA4k/AUJquCIfa1o/s400/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Here after exercising at Lady Bird Lake with Rachel &amp;amp; Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313459471163426402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/Sb0zPLMhhmI/AAAAAAAAA40/qHzmfS3kyMk/s400/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Here he has my phone and my hat - he gets what he wants from me - almost always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313459439508272034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/Sb0zNVRWM6I/AAAAAAAAA4c/ZLAVbS8C4Eo/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My running is "eh" these days.  When I run, it goes well.  Couple the late sunrise and the cold rainy week and even working from home has not been enough to get me out running enough.  The weather is supposed to be better this week and I'm working from home the first half of the week, before heading to Baltimore for a Bat Mitzvah the second half of the week, so hopefully I'll get run a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-5552364469331789163?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5552364469331789163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=5552364469331789163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5552364469331789163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5552364469331789163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/03/brayden-is-crawling.html' title='Brayden is crawling'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/Sb0zOmHKKqI/AAAAAAAAA4s/nACUBeywwZY/s72-c/Picture+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-1091099633341843726</id><published>2009-03-06T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:08:59.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must post pictures...this weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've been working from home all week and it's amazing how I'm not nearly as organized as I should be, without having to travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have been able to run most days this past week.  Three of the days I ran with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; in the baby jogger.  This is definitely more challenging but I love having him (and Tootsie) for company during the runs even more than I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We've had an electrician doing some work here for most of yesterday and half of today.  He'll come back to finish Harvey's "honey-do" list (new light, new plug, fix plug, fix switch) after we actually buy the light fixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I did a lot of really tedious stuff for work, but it's hard to complain when I'm doing it from home and the paychecks keep getting deposited.  I do love my job and am thankful for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-1091099633341843726?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1091099633341843726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=1091099633341843726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1091099633341843726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1091099633341843726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/03/must-post-picturesthis-weekend.html' title='Must post pictures...this weekend'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-4412526544515758072</id><published>2009-03-02T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:11:09.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the program!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Yay for me - two days in a row of running.  Rachel had a great idea this morning to force me to run.  Tootsie and I went with her to drop Brayden off at daycare before she went to school.  From there, we were forced to run as she had to leave.  The daycare is 2 miles from home but I took enough detours to make it a 4.1 mile run.  The weather is perfect so no complaints.  I wanted to run longer but must work (from home all week, thankfully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I have a 5K race this weekend (Bagelfest 5K at the JCC), a 10K race on the 29th (Cap 10K), a half marathon on April 4 (Zooma women's race in Bastrop) and a half marathon in July (Napa to Sonoma Wine Country Half Marathon) , so slacking really is not an option.  The Bagelfest was the first race I ever ran when I started running and it will be Lindsay's first race too.  Aw, I feel a tear coming on...ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-4412526544515758072?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4412526544515758072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=4412526544515758072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4412526544515758072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4412526544515758072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-on-program.html' title='Back on the program!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-4177780912986413921</id><published>2009-03-01T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:07:58.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm so happy to be home for the week.  This weekend has been stress free and relaxing.  Today I got in an almost 5 mile run with Lynn in my neighborhood.  We were originally planning a little longer, but we had head winds and tough hills, so what we ran was enough.  I did get an extra half mile in taking Tootsie around the block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Today we turned Brayden's car seat around in both mine and Rachel's cars.  His legs are so long that he was sitting kind of frog like with his feet against the back seat of the car.  He was very happy watching out the window for the first time.  He is up to 6 teeth now (5 of which are visible in this picture).  He is still crawling commando style, quickly getting around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/Sas9YZXCgAI/AAAAAAAAA4U/K8wo1ENNgs8/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308404075119935490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/Sas9YZXCgAI/AAAAAAAAA4U/K8wo1ENNgs8/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Saturday was Lindsay's birthday.  Rachel organized a surprise dinner at Olive Garden to celebrate, where 15 of her friends and her brother, all showed up to celebrate.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308404063926643154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/Sas9XvqWadI/AAAAAAAAA4E/qExZaq9ZnY0/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;And because I can't resist, another picture of Harvey and me :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/Sas9YC1rblI/AAAAAAAAA4M/2ttKuzO-wMU/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308404069074431570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/Sas9YC1rblI/AAAAAAAAA4M/2ttKuzO-wMU/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt; This week I'll be working from home.  I have plenty to do - all of which can be done from the comfort of my couch.  My goal is to run first thing in the morning most days this week and try to even get back on my bike once or twice a week!  Healthy eating is another goal.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-4177780912986413921?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4177780912986413921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=4177780912986413921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4177780912986413921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4177780912986413921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-for-week.html' title='Home for a week!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/Sas9YZXCgAI/AAAAAAAAA4U/K8wo1ENNgs8/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-3151500914282492119</id><published>2009-02-26T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:14:06.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Someone has been passing a virus around the family. I  was fortunate enough to just get a mild touch - no puking, just upset stomach and feeling like I was hit by a truck.  Unfortunately, Brayden seems to have been hit the hardest.  He started to get sick on Sunday night and has continued with vomiting and explosive diapers since then.  Fortunately, it's not an all day thing but still, it's not gone.  Mom, Rachel, Valerie and Matt each had it for about 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Here's a look at my past 2 weeks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/15 - Ran half marathon, flew to Los Angeles for class, visited with Jodi until way too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/16 - Training class, no run (need to catch up on sleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/17 - Training class, no run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/18 - Training class, no run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/19 - Training class, no run (starting to see a pattern)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/20 - 7 a.m. flight from LA to Houston - exhausted, no run, Bat Mitzvah, dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/21 - Bat Mitzvah, Lunch, nap, 5 mile run, shower, party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/22 - 10 a.m. flight.  Houston - Charlotte - Lexington flights, drive to Barbourville, KY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/23 - Audit, starting to feel sick (perhaps bad dinner contributed), no run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/24 - Audit, feeling sick all day. Slept on the way to office, on the way to airport, on both flights (Lexington - Charlotte - Pittsburg). Awake during 50+ mile drive to Wheeling, WV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/25 - Audit, too tired to run again but at least I feel better (80% normal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/26 - Audit, dinner, pack, expense reports, blog, bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;2/27 - Plan:  Work, drive 50+ miles to Pittsburg airport, hope I can get on early flight back home (Pittsburg-Chicago-Austin) so I don't land at 11:00 p.m. (best case, land 4:15 p.m.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;So, it's been an exhausting 2 weeks and I've run a total of two times, for a pathetic total of 18 miles.  I'm not happy with those numbers, but they are what they are.  Next week I get to work from Austin, so fortunately, I'll get back on track with healthier eatting and running.  I'm ready to be home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-3151500914282492119?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3151500914282492119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=3151500914282492119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3151500914282492119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3151500914282492119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-7574082677104322741</id><published>2009-02-18T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:35:13.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Marathon and yes, more Brayden pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Last weekend was the Austin Marathon/Half Marathon. The hills made this a tough race but still...any day I can run 13.1 miles and smile at the end is a good day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;These are some my running buddies that I trained with. Lynn (on the far right) and I always run the races together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304389991104002930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SZz6l9HkO3I/AAAAAAAAA28/qVL9KD3WtwU/s400/Feb_15_2009_7891_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Running hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SZz6mcduqAI/AAAAAAAAA3U/seOyT_sxRXg/s1600-h/Feb_15_2009_8155.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304389999518459906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SZz6mcduqAI/AAAAAAAAA3U/seOyT_sxRXg/s400/Feb_15_2009_8155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid hills - but at least I'm still smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SZz6mYMmUQI/AAAAAAAAA3M/uzltuC9lz40/s1600-h/Feb_15_2009_8095.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304389998372868354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SZz6mYMmUQI/AAAAAAAAA3M/uzltuC9lz40/s400/Feb_15_2009_8095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, finally, the race is over, I've gotten my medal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eaten&lt;/span&gt; and am sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304390002429214322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SZz6mnTtPnI/AAAAAAAAA3c/mXSygnqcwDk/s400/Feb_15_2009_8182.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Out to dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; the night before the race.  Here he sits, like a big boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304391684700452626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SZz8IiQbNxI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qTVuVJ5dnSk/s400/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He's cute...what more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304391686778654162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SZz8Ip_6DdI/AAAAAAAAA3s/L9cJuGnIQmU/s400/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Rachel &amp;amp; Harvey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304391690917066114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SZz8I5alNYI/AAAAAAAAA30/DLtmB4biN7E/s400/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Los Angeles this week for work.  It's been a great trip as I got to spend several hours on Sunday night with Jodi, my old college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt;.  Tonight I had dinner with my cousin (and God-son), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Avi&lt;/span&gt;.  It's been about 15 years since I had seen either and I really enjoyed catching up with both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304391694218741762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SZz8JFtwyAI/AAAAAAAAA38/_1PR1B-KeZA/s400/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;It's been a tiring week but I MUST get off the computer so I can get some sleep and be up early to go to gym before class.  Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-7574082677104322741?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7574082677104322741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=7574082677104322741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7574082677104322741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7574082677104322741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/02/half-marathon-and-yes-more-brayden.html' title='Half Marathon and yes, more Brayden pictures'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SZz6l9HkO3I/AAAAAAAAA28/qVL9KD3WtwU/s72-c/Feb_15_2009_7891_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-7661996096234013942</id><published>2009-02-08T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:49:49.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference 7 1/2 months makes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;This is Brayden in his rocker at 10.3 weeks, or 2.4 months old (yes, I'm a numbers geek and actually calculated it). We thought he was big THEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SY80x0BDm6I/AAAAAAAAA2k/G2x4q7VYoJs/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300513316819671970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SY80x0BDm6I/AAAAAAAAA2k/G2x4q7VYoJs/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Here he is in the same rocker at 42.4 weeks, or 9.9 months old. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300513820829444306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SY81PJmWaNI/AAAAAAAAA2s/atgyTRwPO08/s400/DSCN0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time he didn't really want to sit in it but he seems to have fallen in love with it again. He's still feeling a bit under the weather and literally crawled from my lap to the chair and laid his head in it and whimpered a little as he found he couldn't quite get into it by himself. So I put him in the rocker and within 5 minutes, he was asleep (thankfully I saw that he was falling asleep so I was able to belt him in without disturbing him).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Just before this we tried to put him down for a nap, which he would have none of. When I walked in to rescue him from crying in the crib, I found him STANDING in the crib for the first time. I mean the first time without any help at all. We are so in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;This is one of Brayden's favorite games - stand at the coffee table and tear up whatever he can get his hands on.  So far, he can't stand at the table unassisted but it's coming soon!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300515402634947090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SY82rOSK6hI/AAAAAAAAA20/e9qJradrezo/s400/DSCN0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm off to Harrisburg, PA tomorrow for the week.  Hopefully the hotel has a decent treadmill as I need to run a few times before my next half marathon next weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-7661996096234013942?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7661996096234013942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=7661996096234013942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7661996096234013942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7661996096234013942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-difference-7-12-months-makes.html' title='What a difference 7 1/2 months makes!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SY80x0BDm6I/AAAAAAAAA2k/G2x4q7VYoJs/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-677821679824482423</id><published>2009-02-01T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:35:24.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden's first bowling party and first taste of pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt; People often comment on how well behaved Brayden is in public.  I think it's a combination of a few things - Rachel's a great mom, he's been out and around since he was born, and just pure luck.  To the point of my second theory, last night we took him with us to a bowling party.  Short of a monster truck ralley (still waiting for Tio Isaac to take him) or concert, it doesn't get much louder than a bowling alley on a Saturday night.  Brayden loves the lights and noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;So along with his first time in a bowling alley, last night he also had his first taste of pizza.  Well, pizza crust - no cheese or sauce.  He was as happy as could be and I only had to dig chunks of crust out of his mouth a couple of time (though thankfully he never was choking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYWVF4cgYlI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4zDnRhchwMA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297804464955089490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYWVF4cgYlI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4zDnRhchwMA/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Here Brayden is standing up watching his mommy bowling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297804470259701202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYWVGMNOVdI/AAAAAAAAA2M/cNYMbET35oU/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;From Brayden's view - his skinny mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297804472744888258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYWVGVdvR8I/AAAAAAAAA2U/aWVJ9EpU9y0/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Brayden and Grandpa - what a pair.  Imagine the pictures we'll get when Brayden's finally old enough to ride in the golf cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297804479715561986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYWVGvbrUgI/AAAAAAAAA2c/nrSKCUx3Ovg/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go to meet my running group for a short but hilly 7 mile run.  The Austin Marathon/Half Marthon is in 2 weeks so we're tapering down on the mileage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-677821679824482423?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/677821679824482423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=677821679824482423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/677821679824482423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/677821679824482423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/02/braydens-first-bowling-party-and-first.html' title='Brayden&apos;s first bowling party and first taste of pizza'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYWVF4cgYlI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4zDnRhchwMA/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-4592494546013251584</id><published>2009-01-29T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:42:14.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;This little man loves riding in his car seat but we can't wait till he can turn around and face front (less than 3 months to go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYKHBN4oB4I/AAAAAAAAA18/8yxuPX4q0T8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296944566717908866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYKHBN4oB4I/AAAAAAAAA18/8yxuPX4q0T8/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Brayden is now mobile and is learning to pull himself up on the fireplace ledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYKHAmifn3I/AAAAAAAAA1s/cFg_-H5eoDs/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296944556156100466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYKHAmifn3I/AAAAAAAAA1s/cFg_-H5eoDs/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, what's that in his hands?  He's found the dog's pre-chewed raw hide!  Guess what he does with it?  Wait for it, wait for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYKHAe9HElI/AAAAAAAAA1k/zxlQyJFqmUE/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296944554120254034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYKHAe9HElI/AAAAAAAAA1k/zxlQyJFqmUE/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Straight to the mouth!  This picture has me vacillating between fits of laughter and nausea!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296944562819939250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYKHA_XRu7I/AAAAAAAAA10/_MmA8kYH8To/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, much better - my little longhorn in the Ebbos' rocking chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYKHAM_ktrI/AAAAAAAAA1c/BeSwFZ-7Tkw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296944549298747058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYKHAM_ktrI/AAAAAAAAA1c/BeSwFZ-7Tkw/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I've been in Portland.  The treadmill in this hotel is awful so I've only made it there once, for a 3 mile run.  Maybe one more run in the morning...if I can get through my work tonight and get to bed at a reasonable time!  Either way, Saturday I'm up for a long run around the neighborhood, then a 7 mile hilly run on Sunday with the training group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-4592494546013251584?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4592494546013251584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=4592494546013251584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4592494546013251584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4592494546013251584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-little-man-loves-riding-in-his-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SYKHBN4oB4I/AAAAAAAAA18/8yxuPX4q0T8/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-6196905590710497346</id><published>2009-01-27T07:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:43:10.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Race...and about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;Sorry - no Brayden pictures or updates - today it's all about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;First, I ran an awesome race at the 3M Half Marathon last Sunday.  It is my favorite all time race and have missed running it the last couple of years.  This was the first half marathon I ran (though totally unprepared) in 2004, and I hated almost every minute of it that year.  Since then I train better and love this mostly downhill race.  Lynn is the best running partner ever - we have a knack for pushing each other just enough, and she does a great job of pulling me back when I am pushing too hard.  Well, really I'm not intentionally pushing most of the time, I just get to talking and don't pay enough attention.  So the weather was perfect, the crowd was great and the course easy enough.  I finished the half marathon in 2:16, which is 7 minutes faster than the Houston Half Marathon the weekend before.  The Austin Half Marathon on Valentine's weekend won't be as fast as the course is much hillier with more than enough up hills.  I plan to just relax and enjoy that race and TRY not to focus on my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;I posted the "16 things about me" on facebook, but thought I would put it here too, for the reading enjoyment of my friends not on facebook.  Several of my cousins and friends have posted the same about themselves and it's great way to learn about each other.  Here you go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;1.  I have serious food-guilt issues.  It comes from being a chubby child and never quite being told I’m chubby.  Rather, I often heard things like “you are so pretty but do you really need that cake?”&lt;br /&gt;2.  Listening to some of the stories my friends tell about their husbands makes me appreciate mine more every day.&lt;br /&gt;3. It took me 45 years of my life to realized that everyone really doesn’t dislike me&lt;br /&gt;4. I love running (okay, every who knows me knows this)&lt;br /&gt;5. I am afraid of swimming in open water.  This includes lakes, the beach and anything other than a pool.  I really realized this during the last triathlon I participated in when I was talking to my dead father.&lt;br /&gt;6. I still have that dream from time to time about all of my teeth falling out – I forget what it means but I still have it.&lt;br /&gt;7. Regardless of what certain members of my family believe, having gay friends does not make me have a propensity to be gay.&lt;br /&gt;8. I know that I never would have survived having a Bat Mitzvah as a child because I have a morbid fear of singing in front of people (unless you count Harvey hearing me sing in the car – poor guy).  I even tried karaoke once, drunk off my ass, and I still froze up.&lt;br /&gt;9. I very much wish I had take school and my career seriously when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;10. I truly believe that my grandson, Brayden, is the biggest blessing in our lives (not to diminish the blessing of my children, husband and the rest of my family , but he has inspired change that I can’t explain in more people than just me).&lt;br /&gt;11. I have regretted for many years dropping out of band my junior year in high school and never giving myself the opportunity to be in the Longhorn Marching Band in college.&lt;br /&gt;12. I am totally addicted to Facebook.  I have reconnected with so many lost friends and my awesome Puerto Rican cousins (among others)!&lt;br /&gt;13. If I wasn’t so used to the things a good paycheck provides, I would get a job at Barnes and Noble as a book stocker or the information booth chick.  I believe that people are generally happy at B&amp;amp;N and it would be nice to clear my mind at the end of my shift, knowing that whatever I don’t finish, someone else will.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am still a wall flower at parties if I’m alone.  To this day, I still struggle with going to a even family wedding and Bar/Bat Mitzvah alone.  Yet another reason to be thankful for my amazing husband, who has had to learn to deal with the craziness that is the Aboulafia/Morel in me.&lt;br /&gt;15. I still have a weakness for a man in well fitting Wranglers, a starched shirt and a cowboy hat.&lt;br /&gt;16. I miss my dad terribly most every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-6196905590710497346?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6196905590710497346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=6196905590710497346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6196905590710497346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6196905590710497346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/01/awesome-raceand-about-me.html' title='Awesome Race...and about me'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-5209646711885108877</id><published>2009-01-23T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:39:42.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden's Ghetto Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SXpTsYYnBqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/duJ55kYFp1E/s1600-h/Picture+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294636333852460706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SXpTsYYnBqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/duJ55kYFp1E/s400/Picture+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Today we gave Brayden his first swing ride outside. Because he's only 9 months old, we haven't really gotten around to building a swing set (which, by the way, will be awesome). Instead, we went ghetto by throwing some rope over a tree branch and hanging the swing on it.  He had fun but wasn't as excited as I hoped.  It could be because it was nap time and he was getting grouchy.  Hopefully we'll have better video another day - this one is pretty short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ccf6ed61d0c6c516" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dccf6ed61d0c6c516%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7376C17B5FB8E194845CCF77A955BACED5C1A808.685AA9E7C1625C78F95CCB3387B3A80BB75ABC37%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dccf6ed61d0c6c516%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3RqjXXKhDwXKvC8g3GlfNVXwAzo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dccf6ed61d0c6c516%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7376C17B5FB8E194845CCF77A955BACED5C1A808.685AA9E7C1625C78F95CCB3387B3A80BB75ABC37%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dccf6ed61d0c6c516%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3RqjXXKhDwXKvC8g3GlfNVXwAzo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-5209646711885108877?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ccf6ed61d0c6c516&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5209646711885108877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=5209646711885108877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5209646711885108877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5209646711885108877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/01/braydens-ghetto-swing.html' title='Brayden&apos;s Ghetto Swing'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SXpTsYYnBqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/duJ55kYFp1E/s72-c/Picture+211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-9187477449099204694</id><published>2009-01-21T17:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:57:03.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More firsts for Brayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This week Brayden crawled commando style for the first time and learned to sit up on his own. He enjoys moving from spot to spot and sitting himself up. He loves to crawl over to his "Wiggles" book and sit up. He can spend 15-20 minutes "reading" to himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Running is going well as I prepare for the 3M Half Marathon this Sunday. This is my all time favorite Half Marathon. The route is predominately down hill, which makes it a bit easier. I'm hoping to come in around 2:15 for this race. Half marathons sure help with the 20 mile per week goal. Today I ran another 4.1 miles - just another 2.8 to hit goal this week.  I am 91.65 miles into the year - just 908.35 to annual goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-9187477449099204694?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/9187477449099204694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=9187477449099204694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/9187477449099204694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/9187477449099204694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-firsts-for-brayden.html' title='More firsts for Brayden'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-3128679117415188915</id><published>2009-01-19T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:19:27.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Boo-boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today Brayden gave himself his first fat lip by falling into the book he was playing with.  It wasn't a bad one, thankfully, but boys will be boys, so I'm sure there will be more as he gets older.  It's hard to see in the picture below but his lip bled a little and swelled up.  He cried a bit but got over it fast.  Bray had his 9 month check up today at the doctor and all is well.  He is 31 inches tall, and 25 pounds, 5 ounces.  He has one top tooth peeking through, to go with the the bottom two.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SXS0-kR1skI/AAAAAAAAAzk/0Cl6fSsAGJw/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293054449050563138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SXS0-kR1skI/AAAAAAAAAzk/0Cl6fSsAGJw/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I ran in the Houston Half Marathon yesterday.  The weather was okay, but a bit hot at times when there was no shade.  I finished in 2:23, which is made me happy.  I am and will continue to be a middle-packer, finishing about half way through the pack in most races.  My next race is the 3M half marathon in Austin this weekend, then the Austin Half Marathon two weeks later.  After that, we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-3128679117415188915?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3128679117415188915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=3128679117415188915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3128679117415188915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3128679117415188915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-boo-boo.html' title='First Boo-boo'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SXS0-kR1skI/AAAAAAAAAzk/0Cl6fSsAGJw/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-390030993698052273</id><published>2009-01-15T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:10:31.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep putting one foot in front of the other!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Today started with no more motivation to run than the rest of the week has.  However, after listening to customer calls all mornings for a project, I forced myself out the door.  It turns out that if I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, I can cover 8 miles before I realized how far I was gone.  Harvey thinks I'm not so smart for running without gloves (not to mention the short sleeve shirt and the shorts) since it's 50 and windy.  I am having trouble typing still as my fingers are numb, but it's what I do for the sake of an 800 calorie burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Bray is better today though still stuffy.  At least he's in a good mood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-390030993698052273?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/390030993698052273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=390030993698052273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/390030993698052273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/390030993698052273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-keep-putting-one-foot-in-front-of.html' title='Just keep putting one foot in front of the other!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-4780303180091747081</id><published>2009-01-14T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:43:08.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My running mo-jo is at a low</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;I'm not sure why I'm having trouble getting motivated to run this week. Here is my list of excuses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;1. I am working from home, thus no routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;2. I ran almost 20 miles between Saturday and Sunday, thus I am tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;3. The older I get, the harder time I have with the cold weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;4. I am just old and lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;What I do know for sure is that I need to get myself motivated...I have 3 half marathons coming up over the next 4 weekends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291360353554323394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SW6wNOww18I/AAAAAAAAAzc/mBA-A_vsAYs/s400/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Brayden's cold is better though he is still pretty stuffy. We were able to go out for a walk today.  He called all of his friends to let him know he's doing better on his Elmo phone.  His latest routine of screaming uncontrollably at bed time is frustrating and painful to listen to. He does not like going to bed, no matter how tired he is. Hopefully he'll outgrow that soon. Until then, it's ipod and headphones for me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-4780303180091747081?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4780303180091747081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=4780303180091747081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4780303180091747081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4780303180091747081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-running-mo-jo-is-at-low.html' title='My running mo-jo is at a low'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SW6wNOww18I/AAAAAAAAAzc/mBA-A_vsAYs/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-2077652869392043096</id><published>2009-01-12T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:38:38.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor little guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Brayden is having a rough time now, between teething and a slight cold. The pediatrician confirmed both today. Bray is usually a great baby when we put him to bed. These past few nights he has been kicking up a storm when we put him down for the night. Rachel says he only does that when I'm in town because he knows I'll give in, but the doctor said the congestion will cause him to be more uncomfortable when he lies down. So there, Rachel (okay, so maybe I spoil him just a LITTLE BIT)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My friend, Mark, was kind enough to send me this link with a note that when he saw this book on GMA, it reminded him of me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Modern-Jewish-Girls-Guide-Guilt/dp/0525948848/ref=si3_rdr_bb_product"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Modern-Jewish-Girls-Guide-Guilt/dp/0525948848/ref=si3_rdr_bb_product&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You know I wrote that book, right? I certainly don't need to read it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-2077652869392043096?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2077652869392043096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=2077652869392043096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/2077652869392043096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/2077652869392043096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/01/poor-little-guy.html' title='Poor little guy'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-8869890036938712355</id><published>2009-01-11T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:21:27.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8th Anniversary to us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt; Harvey and I celebrated our 8 year anniversary on New Years day.  We were married 01/01/01.  We joke that we picked that date to make it easy for Harvey to remember, but the truth is, I am the one with brain overload and tend to forget things more often than he does.  To celebrate our anniversary, I was told to pack a bag to spend the night out, go for a nice dinner and include 2 outdoor outfits as well.  That's all I was told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Harvey reserved a room at the Hilton in downtown Austin so that we could just get away by ourselves without spending hours on the road/in the air.  The first thing we did after checking in (to an awesome room) was to change and head to Lady Bird Lake for some Kayaking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWprgESrOlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/38KxIHuu0Pw/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290158910952127058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWprgESrOlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/38KxIHuu0Pw/s400/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWprfsvIDlI/AAAAAAAAAzE/x1n9mnrq0vg/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290158904629005906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWprfsvIDlI/AAAAAAAAAzE/x1n9mnrq0vg/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;After a nap and shower, we got dressed up to go out to dinner.  As I was getting dressed, Harvey surprised me with BEAUTIFUL princess cut diamond stud earrings.  Off we went for a great dinner at Eddie V's (seafood and steak restaurant) followed by Esther's Folleys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157389031933170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWpqHesoBPI/AAAAAAAAAyU/EOxEn5nbYsk/s400/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The next morning, after some breakfast, we checked out of the hotel and headed back to Lady Bird Lake - this time we enjoyed the area on foot by walking 3 miles on the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290158914501869762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWprgRhAAMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/PoUmAFECwkk/s400/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;More recent pictures of Brayden.  Rachel says he resembles a drunk redneck in this picture.  I was going more for lumberjack-longhorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWpqWiOuDzI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7ICqmN4E_Dc/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157647678279474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWpqWiOuDzI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7ICqmN4E_Dc/s400/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden in his Hanukkah hat from his great Grandmother, Bubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWpqWcZ61zI/AAAAAAAAAy0/WfYVObmS2iU/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157646114641714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWpqWcZ61zI/AAAAAAAAAy0/WfYVObmS2iU/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Silly laundry basket pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157395571849202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWpqH3D3N_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/6l9Jwwq9exg/s400/131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWpqIQ5zrPI/AAAAAAAAAys/291uNhfzYKM/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157402508995826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWpqIQ5zrPI/AAAAAAAAAys/291uNhfzYKM/s400/138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;My beautiful daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWpqHi_j1tI/AAAAAAAAAyc/gxAytkv3bI4/s1600-h/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157390185092818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWpqHi_j1tI/AAAAAAAAAyc/gxAytkv3bI4/s400/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Rachel and Bray at Spaghetti Warehouse.  I swear - that boy has been to more restaurants in his short life than many kids go in 5 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWpqGjXR9YI/AAAAAAAAAyM/vzQhe6RPuCE/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290157373104715138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWpqGjXR9YI/AAAAAAAAAyM/vzQhe6RPuCE/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;The running is going really well.  My goal for 2009 is to run 1000 miles, or about 20/week.  Over the past 15 days, I've run 58.4 miles - just 941.6 to go this year.  I'm definitely banking miles for when travel does not allow me to run.  I have had 3 really great runs with my Galloway Training group over these past 2 weekends.  Last weekend was the first time back with the group since the marathon and it was great running with Joe pushing me to run faster (he keeps saying I push him but I think it's more like we push each other).  Yesterday I got to run almost 12 miles with Lynn, who I hadn't seen since the marathon, so it was great to catch up.  I can't say I enjoyed the fierce winds that we had to run through but still, the company was good.  I am scheduled to run the Houston half marathon on January 18, the 3M half marathon on the 25th and the Austin half marathon on February 15th.  I'm planning another half in April in Bastrop and one in July in Sonoma.  Clearly I will make my goal of 1000 miles if I keep signing up for these longer races.  I'll train for and complete another full marathon in the fall again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I'll be working from home this week, so no travel.  After that, I'm not entirely sure where I'll be traveling yet.  Either way, I'll be working hard and exercising harder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-8869890036938712355?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8869890036938712355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=8869890036938712355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8869890036938712355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8869890036938712355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-8th-anniversary-to-us.html' title='Happy 8th Anniversary to us!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWprgESrOlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/38KxIHuu0Pw/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-5859927800520618330</id><published>2009-01-08T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:59:20.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing waste of time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/book/#quiz" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.43things.com/book/#quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's what my results came up as...apparently I am UNIQUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;You are a Reinventing Extroverted De-Clutterer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;0% of the 51327 people who have taken this quiz are like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would love to hear what it reveals about you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-5859927800520618330?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5859927800520618330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=5859927800520618330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5859927800520618330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5859927800520618330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/01/amusing-waste-of-time.html' title='Amusing waste of time...'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-6848643453521183670</id><published>2009-01-08T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:55:11.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrecting the Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;It's been almost 2 months since I last blogged...now I'm re-engaging. My goal is shorter blogs with greater frequency.   This week I am in Texarkana, observing a training class at a client site. This is not an exciting city - flat and quiet, but at least the hotel rooms are clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Running is going well. My goal this year is to run a minimum of 1000 miles - which is only 20/week average (42.05 down, 957.95 to go). Because I had to take 4 weeks off from running after the stress fracture in my foot (well, after I ran a marathon two days after the accident), I haven't been able to train sufficiently for the Austin marathon.  Instead I'm scheduled to run 3 half marathons in the next 5 weeks.  I'm looking forward to that as well as continued training with my Galloway group.  This weekend my plan is to run the 12 mile training run with one group on Saturday, then the 7 miler on Sunday with the other training group.  Stay tuned for how I survive that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Below are some pictures of Brayden. My goal this weekend is to get some good pictures of my own offspring as it's been a while since I've taken good pictures of my own girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Grandpa Herbie's best buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWYSTTQKjTI/AAAAAAAAAyE/hHARjTmb-Pc/s1600-h/Picture+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288934935188114738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWYSTTQKjTI/AAAAAAAAAyE/hHARjTmb-Pc/s400/Picture+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Future UT football star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWYSTCK_MbI/AAAAAAAAAx8/eQ6-DGsmyTc/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288934930602996146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWYSTCK_MbI/AAAAAAAAAx8/eQ6-DGsmyTc/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scaring Gma by holding on by himself (taken while mommy was sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWYSSYwuFiI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Wbx4L8oOXmw/s1600-h/Picture+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288934919486969378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWYSSYwuFiI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Wbx4L8oOXmw/s400/Picture+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eskimo kisses with Gma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWYSRguqjxI/AAAAAAAAAxs/71FXSmMFcMc/s1600-h/Picture+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288934904445964050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWYSRguqjxI/AAAAAAAAAxs/71FXSmMFcMc/s400/Picture+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chillin' on the deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWYSRDgNLhI/AAAAAAAAAxk/a790kNIDaus/s1600-h/Picture+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288934896600690194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWYSRDgNLhI/AAAAAAAAAxk/a790kNIDaus/s400/Picture+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-6848643453521183670?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6848643453521183670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=6848643453521183670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6848643453521183670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6848643453521183670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2009/01/resurrecting-blog.html' title='Resurrecting the Blog'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SWYSTTQKjTI/AAAAAAAAAyE/hHARjTmb-Pc/s72-c/Picture+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-6373452252301260585</id><published>2008-11-17T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:13:00.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;The weekend that I've been training and preparing for, since last April, has come and gone. The weekend started with an unfortunate "slipping in the shower" accident on Friday, in which I smashed my foot into the sharp edge of the outside of the tub. It swelled and bruised just two days before the marathon. Harvey x-rayed it and said he could not rule out a stress fracture. By now, he knows how stubborn I am and knew that I was determined to run the marathon, so he taped and padded my foot and prayed for the best. I almost had him convinced to numb it up too, but he was smart enough not to. I even agreed to carry my cell phone in case it hurt too much and I needed to bail out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;The night before the race we went to dinner with friends from my running group. I had the best fan club with me (Harvey, Rachel, Valerie and Brayden). Brayden was filling pretty silly at the hotel after dinner, particularly when we put his new hat on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHSin8sLFI/AAAAAAAAAwI/gyPKZG__bfU/s1600-h/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269724531281112146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHSin8sLFI/AAAAAAAAAwI/gyPKZG__bfU/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And incredibly cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHSiED7tgI/AAAAAAAAAwA/-ZMJLTzN6SA/s1600-h/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269724521647814146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHSiED7tgI/AAAAAAAAAwA/-ZMJLTzN6SA/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Sunday morning, Harvey got up early and drove me to the marathon. We were there when it was cold and dark. This is me before the start of the race.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269724535530738786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHSi3x4VGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/0XVFC1Ykq7s/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with 30,000 runners and their support crews, I was able to find Dora. We were so fresh before the race.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269724539915280306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHSjIHPH7I/AAAAAAAAAwY/79zluKt4zfI/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Harvey found Dora at mile 21...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269723802309724450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHR4MUXiSI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RZNhRRUVZXw/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden wanted to stand up and cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHR4Xw2WtI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YsuND7LiNZ4/s1600-h/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+331.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269723805381974738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHR4Xw2WtI/AAAAAAAAAvg/YsuND7LiNZ4/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;My neighbors made this great sign for me so that my family would be easier for me to find - thanks Rachel &amp;amp; Larry.  I have the cutest pit crew ever!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269735989981724738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHc9m7zwEI/AAAAAAAAAwg/BB9teJi75JY/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;And a few minute after Dora, there I was at mile 21 &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269723815496899362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHR49cb2yI/AAAAAAAAAvo/l__v3ClFHDA/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Dora at mile 26 just before the turn and final run into the finish chute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269723816705227906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHR5B8hfII/AAAAAAAAAvw/I4MOMlCAFG4/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the same place...very tired and happy it is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269723822657861330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHR5YHvdtI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Isa-2jD_tvo/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;We managed to find each other after the race too. Thank heavens for cell phones! We both had a great run and I am proud of both of us. Although we did not run together, our finish times were just 38 seconds apart and we each had a great race.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269723007409914594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHRJ7FfAuI/AAAAAAAAAuw/3wu4zaXTr9g/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel swears this iced tea bottle was empty before she gave it to Brayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHRLPz8hCI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/QobA1STPyjY/s1600-h/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+439.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269723030153364514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHRLPz8hCI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/QobA1STPyjY/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to call my fans and report my results. Harvey has an affinity for taking pictures of me talking on the phone - as if it's a rare thing - PSHA! Notice the chocolate milk and nutter butters - my favorite post run recovery snack - hand delivered by my wonderful nephew, Benjamin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHRK4cRC0I/AAAAAAAAAvI/vGiOoBEbQ6I/s1600-h/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+430.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269723023880031042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHRK4cRC0I/AAAAAAAAAvI/vGiOoBEbQ6I/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My support crew - it was awesome to see them all on the route and at the finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHRKtb2G8I/AAAAAAAAAvA/yCBevQRRZog/s1600-h/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+423.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269723020925475778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHRKtb2G8I/AAAAAAAAAvA/yCBevQRRZog/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Dora's road crew/support team. I hear he's been trained by his dad - the best support crew north of the Mason-Dixon line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHRKK1KniI/AAAAAAAAAu4/86r9L_fzLeA/s1600-h/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+420.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269723011636436514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHRKK1KniI/AAAAAAAAAu4/86r9L_fzLeA/s400/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;So it was a great weekend. Of course, the price of running on an injured foot is about 4 weeks of recovery WITHOUT RUNNING. Was it worth running with a hurt foot to race in the marathon? Absolutely (well ask me again in a week or two when I'm grouchy and fat)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-6373452252301260585?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6373452252301260585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=6373452252301260585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6373452252301260585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6373452252301260585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/11/marathon-weekend.html' title='Marathon Weekend!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SSHSin8sLFI/AAAAAAAAAwI/gyPKZG__bfU/s72-c/RNR+Marathon+San+Antonio,+TX+11-16-08+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-5639962441082270760</id><published>2008-11-12T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:06:47.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can someone tell me where I can find one of these?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I asked for one of these at Starbucks and the poor overworked Barista just look confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SRt6w-XD4_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/zINc7QzLEZo/s1600-h/Latte.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267939170931958770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SRt6w-XD4_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/zINc7QzLEZo/s400/Latte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm headed home a day early this week to work from home.  My goal is to go for an run in the morning, then work with my laptop on, well, my lap, and my feet propped up on the couch.  Not a bad way to get work done.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The marathon is just a few short days away.  I'm excited about the weather - 40's-70.  After all the miles I logged in the heat of the summer, even 70 degrees is just fine with me.  We're all headed to San Antonio on Saturday....Harvey, Dora, Rachel, Valerie and Brayden (and of course, Benjamin will already be there).  I'm so excited to have my own cheering squad - and perhaps someone to carry me to the car if I need.  I wonder if Brayden will share his stroller with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Stay tuned for pictures and stories from the race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-5639962441082270760?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5639962441082270760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=5639962441082270760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5639962441082270760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5639962441082270760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-someone-tell-me-where-i-can-find.html' title='Can someone tell me where I can find one of these?'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SRt6w-XD4_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/zINc7QzLEZo/s72-c/Latte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-3075508259556760960</id><published>2008-11-09T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:40:32.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week to M-Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have one more week until my first marathon.  I honestly cannot convey how excited I am about running in my first full marathon.  The training during the heat of the summer has been challenging, sometimes brutal, but alway worth it in the end.  I was probably not so wise for running a 10 mile race as my final long run, one week before the marathon, particularly this hilly one, but I did it and feel great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;On a different note, Brayden has cut his first two teeth.  I'll work on getting new pictures up but suffice to say, he gets cuter ever day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-3075508259556760960?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3075508259556760960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=3075508259556760960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3075508259556760960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3075508259556760960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-week-to-m-day.html' title='One week to M-Day!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-3244724366466812509</id><published>2008-11-02T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:34:59.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not lazy, just swamped with work, travel, marathon training, and family time - which has resulted in me slacking on updating the blog.  That said, here are a bunch of pictures - there are more recent ones at home, which I hope to tackle this weekend.  I apologize for the short comments - just so busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;My favorite longhorns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5qlkvoymI/AAAAAAAAAug/mTrxSb9jO8I/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264262208193874530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5qlkvoymI/AAAAAAAAAug/mTrxSb9jO8I/s400/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin came to watch the UT football game and spend time with us.  He golfed with Harvey on Sunday, before heading back to San Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5qlWgHBxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/qIbEF-h0P9M/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264262204370650898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5qlWgHBxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/qIbEF-h0P9M/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie, Matt &amp;amp; Bray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5qk5F3lII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_vw3Vl3TDv4/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264262196475958402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5qk5F3lII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_vw3Vl3TDv4/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Bray looks just a little startled here -not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5qkkHfBcI/AAAAAAAAAuI/i0bcCa810ZU/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264262190845593026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5qkkHfBcI/AAAAAAAAAuI/i0bcCa810ZU/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, maybe that's why...someone thought it would be funny to put this wig on him (well, maybe it is a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;humorous&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5qkFPsrtI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2Lt21gfkz6A/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264262182558543570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5qkFPsrtI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2Lt21gfkz6A/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Snoopy and Charlie Brown found the great pumpkin patch (how many of you can get your dog to pose like this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5meoynRvI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uK0dUaxpOzM/s1600-h/DSC_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264257690974504690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5meoynRvI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uK0dUaxpOzM/s400/DSC_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's art work and her masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5meRRZRBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/1vNkHqnXI0k/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264257684661158930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5meRRZRBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/1vNkHqnXI0k/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My super-man and super baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5md3EEW6I/AAAAAAAAAto/lz8KG8d5-ZE/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264257677625940898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5md3EEW6I/AAAAAAAAAto/lz8KG8d5-ZE/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wanted to match the house in shades of blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5mdu1TGvI/AAAAAAAAAtg/r4zXXnj0b8g/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264257675416509170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5mdu1TGvI/AAAAAAAAAtg/r4zXXnj0b8g/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Bray trying to grab the little pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5lYdV4loI/AAAAAAAAAtY/2SbIf04y41U/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264256485310371458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5lYdV4loI/AAAAAAAAAtY/2SbIf04y41U/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year the ledge will fall if we put Bray on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5lXSY6E4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/HhryX7c-LIY/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264256465190392706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5lXSY6E4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/HhryX7c-LIY/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much cuteness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5lXECAXwI/AAAAAAAAAtI/t_1dYHuSmq8/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264256461336239874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5lXECAXwI/AAAAAAAAAtI/t_1dYHuSmq8/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I think he was on his way out to save the planet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5lWhnqVtI/AAAAAAAAAtA/28zCviY8JRc/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264256452098938578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5lWhnqVtI/AAAAAAAAAtA/28zCviY8JRc/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....with his trusty side kick, Super Tootsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5lWYEjCUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/CJWp9ueRTTI/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264256449535740226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5lWYEjCUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/CJWp9ueRTTI/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Just 10 more days till the marathon.  I'm going to very slowly participate in a 10 mile race this weekend.  I know - not the most brilliant idea a week before the marathon but Lynn talked me into it and I'm a sucker for a good race shirt.  The weather's supposed to be nice - in the 50's, so I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Dora will be in town next Thursday so we can go to the marathon together.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for sister time, which I so rarely get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-3244724366466812509?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3244724366466812509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=3244724366466812509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3244724366466812509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3244724366466812509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQ5qlkvoymI/AAAAAAAAAug/mTrxSb9jO8I/s72-c/067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-1833029395546665258</id><published>2008-10-28T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:53:55.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm learning that running after work takes more will than energy.  I was SO tired after work tonight and the pillow on my bed was calling me.  However, I fought the urge to just lie down for a quick nap (it never works out that way), put my running clothes on and headed down to the gym. I figured the worst that could happen would be that I didn't have the energy to run and would walk on the treadmill instead.  Well, it turns out that if I just turn up the speed and keep putting one foot in front of the other as quickly as the belt forces me to move, I could run 4 miles after all.  Yay me!  And a run, followed by a shower, glass of wine and a salad is a much better way to spend the evening than throwing myself on the bed and resting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Either way, a couple of hours of work await me, so off I go - with more energy than I had when I got back from work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-1833029395546665258?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1833029395546665258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=1833029395546665258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1833029395546665258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1833029395546665258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-learning-that-running-after-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-3233971405824195376</id><published>2008-10-28T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:02:40.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Marvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; This is the first in what I'm sure will be a long series of pictures in the future with Brayden making a mess with food.  Sorry Red Sox and Astros fans but Grandpa is an Indians fan, so go tribe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQcaqCzu0WI/AAAAAAAAAso/ruxBGM59Hcs/s1600-h/Go+tribe"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262203999216390498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQcaqCzu0WI/AAAAAAAAAso/ruxBGM59Hcs/s400/Go+tribe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so close to crawling, but found it's just as easy to roll around the floor as crawl to get to where he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQcaijZ4YcI/AAAAAAAAAsg/_xM_mMSovKM/s1600-h/Bray"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262203870527381954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQcaijZ4YcI/AAAAAAAAAsg/_xM_mMSovKM/s400/Bray" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the results of holding a blanket while rolling on the floor - like a little taco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262204008168137810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQcaqkJ_pFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/YWirBnRFPwM/s400/Rolly+Polly" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's cold in Chicago - and it's going to get worse.  I'll just whine and survive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-3233971405824195376?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3233971405824195376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=3233971405824195376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3233971405824195376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3233971405824195376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/10/messy-marvin.html' title='Messy Marvin'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQcaqCzu0WI/AAAAAAAAAso/ruxBGM59Hcs/s72-c/Go+tribe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-4714589529386357408</id><published>2008-10-26T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:03:57.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden's First Trip to the Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Rachel and Lindsay took Brayden for his first visit to the Pumpkin Patch over the weekend.  I didn't make it there with them but he seems fascinated with the little pumpkins - didn't even want to look up at the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQRD5K5qYaI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/msaoTZhPbbM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261404914133393826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQRD5K5qYaI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/msaoTZhPbbM/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, play with the feet or the pumpkins - tough choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQRD4qKeTAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kBSPhbfD768/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261404905345534978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQRD4qKeTAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kBSPhbfD768/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel had to pick him up to get a picture.  Aren't they both adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQRD4Q0XOTI/AAAAAAAAAsA/5aSqJr9zc70/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261404898541910322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQRD4Q0XOTI/AAAAAAAAAsA/5aSqJr9zc70/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bray is sitting up really well in high chairs.  He loves to reach for things when he sits up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261406061812003250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQRE7-VkMbI/AAAAAAAAAsY/-Zvr7TNHR3M/s400/IMG00093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The count down is on to the marathon.  This is our taper period and just knowing that makes me want to run far (me, stubborn? Psha!).  We had a great 5 mile group run on Sunday.  Because it was short, we ran a bit harder than usual (slow by many measures but fast for us), and it felt awesome.  Between just feeling good and the weather being in the 60's, it was tempting to run more, but I really wanted to get home to the family since I'm gone all week.  I made it home in time to catch Brayden waking up and let Rachel sleep in.  He's a happy boy in the mornings.  When he wakes up, Brayden lays on his back in the crib just babbling to himself for a while.  He always breaks out into a big grin when he sees us there to get him.  Ah, he's so wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm back in Chicago - my home away from home.  It becomes a bit more homey on Mondays than the rest of the nights as I usually get to get together with Robyn for dinner - it's good to have family around - especially when I miss mine so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-4714589529386357408?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4714589529386357408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=4714589529386357408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4714589529386357408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4714589529386357408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/10/braydens-first-trip-to-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Brayden&apos;s First Trip to the Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SQRD5K5qYaI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/msaoTZhPbbM/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-5335942062785431706</id><published>2008-10-22T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:03:50.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These shoes were made for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;....eating? Oh Brayden, we don't eat our shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SP-8ftRWdmI/AAAAAAAAAro/RUOcuwmactY/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260130142706366050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SP-8ftRWdmI/AAAAAAAAAro/RUOcuwmactY/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Admire them, yes.  Eat them, no.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260130633929722226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SP-88TOICXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VfC-ljurbRE/s400/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my little man in his John Deer Hoodie, courtesy of Tia Doda.  How freaking cute is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260130626576063698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SP-87304HNI/AAAAAAAAArw/-4pGM97uzVM/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his new dinosaur pj's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SP-8fdBlDkI/AAAAAAAAArg/xqJBs5sUJys/s1600-h/Dino+Bray.BMP"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260130138345246274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SP-8fdBlDkI/AAAAAAAAArg/xqJBs5sUJys/s400/Dino+Bray.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden had his 6 month check up last week.  From his 3 month check up, he grew an additional 3.5 inches, without gaining any weight.  He's holding at 24 pounds and starting to lose some of the baby fat on his arms.  He still has the Morel legs, but as soon as he starts walking, that'll work itself off too.  For now, he scoots and rolls, no crawling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last weekend was my 26.12 mile training run.  It went really well and I was amazed not to be all that tired (especially after all the stand up-sit down at the UT football game the night before).  Also, I wasn't sore the next day.  I guess there's something to be said for the run/walk method.  My feet survived without a blister to tell about.  However, my one casualty I came home with was a hurt finger.  I know - who breaks/sprains a finger running.  Well, that would be me.  I tripped on the trail at around mile 24 and caught myself on the chain link fence to my right.  Somehow I torqued my pinkie and now it's swollen, a bit bruised and painful.  I say break/sprain because I'm too lazy to do more than self diagnose and tape it up.  Harvey says "Aleve and Ice".  I say "tape and suck it up".  True, I am about 12 years shy of a medical degree, but who has time for xrays and such.  Besides, if it is broken and I have to wear a splint, it'll make me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next 4 weeks will be taper weeks before the big marathon.  I've already taken off work the Friday before (to hang out with Dora, since she'll be in town) and the Monday after (for a massage and some R&amp;amp;R).  I'm excited - stay tuned to see if I can really keep to low mileage runs for the next 4 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-5335942062785431706?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5335942062785431706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=5335942062785431706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5335942062785431706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5335942062785431706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-shoes-were-made-for.html' title='These shoes were made for...'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SP-8ftRWdmI/AAAAAAAAAro/RUOcuwmactY/s72-c/DSC_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-4907632370529815614</id><published>2008-10-15T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:15:02.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>This week I'm in Boston for a training class. Harvey and I arrived on Saturdayto have a little fun before class started on Tuesday. Here are a few interesting signs I saw while here - some more bizarre than others. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um Bud Light on the children's menu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPaqYd7plVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/tie4kp8w0HI/s1600-h/Boston+10-12-08+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257576952330032466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPaqYd7plVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/tie4kp8w0HI/s400/Boston+10-12-08+136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would they advertise this? Is there a national DNA shortage or just in Boston? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPaqYzdkFbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/9p8m5WAz-B4/s1600-h/Boston+10-12-08+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257576958109423026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPaqYzdkFbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/9p8m5WAz-B4/s400/Boston+10-12-08+153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally....I think they drink too much here! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPaqZRBO9zI/AAAAAAAAAnE/VGlfTlzPvV0/s1600-h/Boston+10-13-08+177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257576966043662130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPaqZRBO9zI/AAAAAAAAAnE/VGlfTlzPvV0/s400/Boston+10-13-08+177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Holocaust Memorial - I've seen it before but still just as touching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPaqaKo89GI/AAAAAAAAAnM/wtDuqUZcjx0/s1600-h/Boston+10-12-08+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257576981511074914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPaqaKo89GI/AAAAAAAAAnM/wtDuqUZcjx0/s400/Boston+10-12-08+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A memorial garden. The silver things in the back are dog tags - one for each soldier killed&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPaqaZQAuZI/AAAAAAAAAnU/0pt46yBktqc/s1600-h/Boston+10-12-08+184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257576985432996242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPaqaZQAuZI/AAAAAAAAAnU/0pt46yBktqc/s400/Boston+10-12-08+184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked the Freedom Trail over the weekend. Harvey wanted to stop in the graveyards along the way - I'm not sure why but we did and here he is. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257579226399380802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPasc1gCFUI/AAAAAAAAAnc/bUmjlkWIf9I/s400/Boston+10-12-08+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With all the travel I'm doing for work lately, I have to take advantage of any opportunity to stay in touch (which is not often). Harvey caught me on the phone, at the USS Constitutional - part of the Freedom Trail.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257579235762300866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPasdYYU58I/AAAAAAAAAnk/dINomvK29P8/s400/Boston+10-12-08+236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harvey was learning all about the dry dock (in the background)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257579240165583826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPasdoyJq9I/AAAAAAAAAns/vJR3MpKuYPI/s400/Boston+10-12-08+244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the memorial at Bunker Hill.  We climbed the spiral staircase inside - all 294 freaking steps, only to crowd into a small "viewing room" at the top with tiny windows, with too many sweaty people and very little ventilation. Needless to say, I turned around immediately and came back down. Four days later, my muscles still hurt!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257580899106626610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPat-M0hHDI/AAAAAAAAAoE/WubMC_bxqmQ/s400/Boston+10-12-08+269.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The ding dong and the ding dong&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257579247144112706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPaseCx9kkI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pxWQVrjYHqE/s400/Boston+10-13-08+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Be-Witched. Which witch is which?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257579255092004962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPasegY4yGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/3h5Bo4TDukQ/s400/Boston+10-13-08+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love fallen leaves in the fall, so I had to be goofy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257580912055749506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPat-9D1C4I/AAAAAAAAAoM/0KPdSk1gqWk/s400/Boston+10-13-08+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257580925691304882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPat_v2zG7I/AAAAAAAAAoU/5GeDXe1fNQg/s400/Boston+10-13-08+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257580931179901810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPauAETYc3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/2RJ719OuRKA/s400/Boston+10-13-08+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257580939672692834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPauAj8OKGI/AAAAAAAAAok/t-xg_EanfpM/s400/Boston+10-13-08+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257582309482607842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPavQS4WtOI/AAAAAAAAAos/L6ew5auUMVo/s400/Boston+10-13-08+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257582324668954898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPavRLdD-RI/AAAAAAAAAo0/pBT039yvDEI/s400/Boston+10-13-08+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had dinner just outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fenway&lt;/span&gt; Park, as the Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; were losing game 3 of the playoffs.  Seriously Lindsay - I have nothing against them&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257582327391291698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPavRVmHiTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/THLyWmw8vgk/s400/Boston+10-13-08+143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, Harvey in front of the wall.  We couldn't get in...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257582334164383106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPavRu08tYI/AAAAAAAAApE/sIdazBOHZ34/s400/Boston+10-13-08+167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This weekend is my final long run before the Marathon.  We are running 26 miles (which, by the way, will hurt less than climbing that stupid monument)!  I haven't done as much running as I would have liked on this trip but my boss is taking me running along the water tomorrow night.  I have no idea if he thinks I can run 8.5 minute miles like he does (he did that for 13 miles - very impressive) but there's no way I can go that fast.  Maybe I'll buy some Red Bull or something to drink before!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-4907632370529815614?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4907632370529815614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=4907632370529815614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4907632370529815614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4907632370529815614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/10/boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SPaqYd7plVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/tie4kp8w0HI/s72-c/Boston+10-12-08+136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-7950248035592090156</id><published>2008-10-08T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:51:18.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This time around, I've been given the keys to the rental car in Chicago, so I'm finally starting to learn my way around here (well, at least the city of Elk Grove). I arrived on Sunday night and had to follow directions to the hotel since I had never gone directly from the airport to the hotel (I typically go straight to work on Monday mornings when I fly in). I felt better once I got closer to my hotel and the surroundings became more familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I went to meet Robyn, my sister-in-law for dinner. She's always picked me up to go out in the past, but this time I put on my big girl panties and drove myself to meet her. We had one very successful trip to Nordstrom's Rack (outlet) for winter clothes. People seem to find it amusing that this Texas girl really doesn't own any winter work clothes. We just don't really have winters in Texas - and what little cold weather we do have, I typically have dressed more casually for. So, I got great deals on some clothes. I am going to test out the trench coat I have at home to see if it's good enough for the walk from the car to the building before I invest in another. From we went to dinner at CPK - a first for Robyn and an old favorite for me. I've discovered that there are lots of good places to eat not far from the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to last night. After work, we left to go to dinner. I suggested Sushi (again) and as we were headed to the place Peter usually goes to, we discovered Sushi Station on the way. This is definitely a new favorite for me. Individual orders of sushi are set on the conveyor belt (individually covered, thank you, as I hate open buffets), where you remove what you want and stack the plates. I've seen this in another sushi restaurant but with boats floating in the water. Either way, the food was awesome and I probably ate a little too much. Oh well, this is why I run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254847194169259938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOz3roVqt6I/AAAAAAAAAms/tIrijOGpwP4/s400/sushi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off to Boston on Saturday - I am so excited to be going this time of year as another thing I've always missed as a Texas girl is the changing of the season. This is the perfect time to be up in the north east coast. Harvey and I will vacation Saturday-Monday, then I'll be in more training classes Tuesday-Friday while he is visiting his sisters in Cleveland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;While I'm not a big fan of treadmill running, I'm thankful to have that as an option while I travel as it's always too dark before and after work for me to run outside alone.  There are 3 good treadmills at the hotel gym and I've managed to use them to run 4.5 miles each of two days (aiming for a 3rd tomorrow morning or tonight).  To keep from falling asleep of boredom, I play with the speed and incline throughout most of the workout.  It's my own version of speedwork, as I increase the speed slowly up then back down.  Ah well, it makes the time pass and burns the calories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We have tickets to the UT vs. Missouri game the Saturday after we return from Boston - should be a great game. First they must survive #1 ranked OU this weekend.  Hook 'em! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-7950248035592090156?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7950248035592090156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=7950248035592090156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7950248035592090156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7950248035592090156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-to-know-chicago.html' title='Getting to know Chicago'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOz3roVqt6I/AAAAAAAAAms/tIrijOGpwP4/s72-c/sushi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-4620891128695053191</id><published>2008-10-04T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:30:58.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging with Tootsie and Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After a few days in Chicago, I came back to Austin on Thursday.  Friday I had sushi lunch with Rachel &amp;amp; Brayden.  He was getting fussy for a minute while we were waiting for our food so I did what any good grandma would do - I distracted him...by letting him suck on a lemon.  It turns out he likes lemons and he wouldn't let me stop.  He's also learned to drink from a straw and enjoyed a lot of water.  Okay, so I was dropping the water in his mouth from the straw, but still, technically he was drinking from the straw (which he loves to suck on).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rachel was working at a wedding on Saturday so Tootsie volunteered to babysit Brayden.  They were hanging out...watching football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfczNeYqoI/AAAAAAAAAmU/oNx7KY0lN6w/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253410262699518594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfczNeYqoI/AAAAAAAAAmU/oNx7KY0lN6w/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just chillin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfczdP2R1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/GpIJGfNMebU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253410266933512018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfczdP2R1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/GpIJGfNMebU/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then grandpa Herbie came home from golf and they all hung out together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfczjZ5xwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/SSejM_TUsCI/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253410268586297090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfczjZ5xwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/SSejM_TUsCI/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden is now officially a ham - he LOVES to have his picture taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfcZ6H1wvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/HTrj_DY5fyo/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253409828007953138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfcZ6H1wvI/AAAAAAAAAl8/HTrj_DY5fyo/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He does pretty well entertaining himself for a while on the activity mat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfcab680GI/AAAAAAAAAmE/sTljpqi9_rE/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253409837080694882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfcab680GI/AAAAAAAAAmE/sTljpqi9_rE/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My goodness, that little boy is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfcaQfatbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/_CHYdn6l6p4/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253409834012423602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfcaQfatbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/_CHYdn6l6p4/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden has a new funny face...where he scrunches his nose and kind of snorts.  We captured it a couple of times here, along with some "Brayden Talk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3bf02e9a1de3e2fe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3bf02e9a1de3e2fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B23161742A05B085B1588F2177071F39685D144.319B0128E47504482EACA316440DD5520A33E1E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3bf02e9a1de3e2fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTNQD0OkLvWI3EAEElpLJ576IG40&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3bf02e9a1de3e2fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B23161742A05B085B1588F2177071F39685D144.319B0128E47504482EACA316440DD5520A33E1E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3bf02e9a1de3e2fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTNQD0OkLvWI3EAEElpLJ576IG40&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I haven't run as much as I would have liked this past week after my awesome 24.11 mile run last Sunday.  I did have a good run on Thursday morning.  Well, great for 5:00 a.m.  After tossing and turning all night at the hotel, I finally got up at 4:45 and decided to make good use of the time and hit the treadmill for a 3.5 mile run.  Friday I got distracted and didn't get around to running before lunch and the rest of the day getting away from me.  This morning I did get up to run but it wasn't my finest run.  My stomach had been acting up for a few days so I really hadn't eaten much on Thursday and Friday.  Needless to say, I had very little energy for a run but gave it a try.  I was out for 4.5 miles, but probably only ran 3 of the miles and walked the rest.  Oh well, tomorrow's another day and hopefully another great run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-4620891128695053191?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3bf02e9a1de3e2fe&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4620891128695053191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=4620891128695053191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4620891128695053191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4620891128695053191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/10/hanging-with-tootsie-and-grandpa.html' title='Hanging with Tootsie and Grandpa'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SOfczNeYqoI/AAAAAAAAAmU/oNx7KY0lN6w/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-121632130160546258</id><published>2008-09-29T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:56:38.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of Brayden's "Everything goes in the mouth" phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I think that Brayden will be as fixated on being on time as I am - he loves watches!  He grabs them on my wrist all the time.  So I decided to make it easier and just give him mine.  Straight to the mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SODkHE7Z0KI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2LYhsMrtG98/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447975747113122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SODkHE7Z0KI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2LYhsMrtG98/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;See how happy he is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SODkHiCTvRI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Xbbj0iXi6mk/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447983560703250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SODkHiCTvRI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Xbbj0iXi6mk/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Now it's the fingers and the watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SODkH7BlVKI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Gmb0BjiRPL0/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447990268548258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SODkH7BlVKI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Gmb0BjiRPL0/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I was eating a banana and he seemed fascinated, so I mushed a little on my finger and let him taste it.  Brayden officially loves bananas, but I couldn't feed him fast enough this way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SODkIb7ycqI/AAAAAAAAAls/dflygABpxyU/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447999102612130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SODkIb7ycqI/AAAAAAAAAls/dflygABpxyU/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;So he moved on to completing dominating my banana.  He was happy with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SODkIrAUg-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/bBFje8-PRjY/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251448003148153826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SODkIrAUg-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/bBFje8-PRjY/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my boy - eat healthy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-121632130160546258?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/121632130160546258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=121632130160546258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/121632130160546258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/121632130160546258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/09/beginning-of-braydens-everything-goes.html' title='The beginning of Brayden&apos;s &quot;Everything goes in the mouth&quot; phase'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SODkHE7Z0KI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2LYhsMrtG98/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-1267395608922442171</id><published>2008-09-28T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:40:07.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God  Bless the makers of Vaseline!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This morning was once again, my furthest run ever - 24.11 miles!  The run went remarkably well and I feel amazingly strong after such a long run.  And as I said, God Bless the makers of Vaseline (and Harvey for repeatedly telling me to use it on my toes).  I lubed up the toes and other body parts that have chafed on long runs in the past, and I am amazed that I have no blisters or abrasions, as I have after other long runs (see my blog on the blisters from Sept 7).  We have the next 2 weekends in a row scheduled for "short runs", which are 5-7 miles, leading up to our last long run before the marathon.  I drink a lot of water during these runs, so I doubt I'm dehydrated.  I feel great but I just don't sweat.  Anyone know what that means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was in town last week instead of traveling.  I was in an intense class with homework each night and was really wiped out.  Let me just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;publicly&lt;/span&gt; say that I have the most amazing husband.  I came home Tuesday night and he was cooking dinner.  On Thursday I came home and laundry was done.  All the while, he never complained about the long hours I was putting in.  Rachel &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; are house/dog sitting for Lindsay so I didn't see them much even though I was in town.  However, I did spend as much time with them as I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is doing really well with balancing himself to sit up for short periods of time.  He looks pretty proud of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-9QxXvJdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1OxU4LUA0hs/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123786365740498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-9QxXvJdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1OxU4LUA0hs/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sitting up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-9RErWGRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r5jmAnKf57o/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123791548258578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-9RErWGRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/r5jmAnKf57o/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know I'm probably a bit biased, but is this not the sweetest face you've ever seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-82IDf1LI/AAAAAAAAAkY/OMMHWMWobRo/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123328598398130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-82IDf1LI/AAAAAAAAAkY/OMMHWMWobRo/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rachel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;.  She looks amazing just 5 1/2 months after giving birth to this big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-82XaIAmI/AAAAAAAAAkg/_XFydG5E7lc/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123332719837794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-82XaIAmI/AAAAAAAAAkg/_XFydG5E7lc/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; loves to chew on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;burpees&lt;/span&gt;.  He's forever cramming them in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-82Q_olCI/AAAAAAAAAko/MRO3sxu72cU/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123330998113314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-82Q_olCI/AAAAAAAAAko/MRO3sxu72cU/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hook 'em horns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-82psipwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/smrjY_9F_uI/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123337628919554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-82psipwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/smrjY_9F_uI/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; was sharing his bib with me as we celebrated another big UT win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-823ExlsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/E8Zx7qS-b7k/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251123341220222658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-823ExlsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/E8Zx7qS-b7k/s400/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in Chicago for most of the next 6 months.  The weather should be nice for the next few weeks, so running should be great while I'm there.  My goal is to go winter clothes shopping with Robyn while I'm there, since this Texas girl owns virtually no winter clothes and I will be traveling back and forth likely all winter long.  YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-1267395608922442171?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1267395608922442171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=1267395608922442171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1267395608922442171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1267395608922442171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-bless-makers-of-vaseline.html' title='God  Bless the makers of Vaseline!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SN-9QxXvJdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1OxU4LUA0hs/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-4170656986658733012</id><published>2008-09-23T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:25:16.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gma's a Slacker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This travel business takes some getting used to.  I've not been around as much so updating the blog with new pictures (okay, even taking new pictures) has fallen down the priority list.  However, I had some fun with Brayden over the weekend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;First he started with a ride on Gma's shoulders - I though maybe this could replace my chiropractor sessions - surely all that weight would straighten out my scoliosis, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SNjOt2-pLGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_qF1ZGALePY/s1600-h/100_8146.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249172652948008034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SNjOt2-pLGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_qF1ZGALePY/s400/100_8146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rachel's been working with Brayden on his sitting-up skills.  He can last less than a minute in this position but still...he's doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SNjOucBa06I/AAAAAAAAAkA/yqPReIAV1tY/s1600-h/100_8152.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249172662891762594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SNjOucBa06I/AAAAAAAAAkA/yqPReIAV1tY/s400/100_8152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Valerie and Tio Matt came to visit over the weekend.  Brayden loves "guy time".  They were talking football here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SNjOuzfuETI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZoDmTh75irU/s1600-h/100_8153.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249172669192868146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SNjOuzfuETI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZoDmTh75irU/s400/100_8153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Poor Rachel is exhausted from waking up early with Brayden and carrying the sack of potatoes around all day.  We let her rest briefly while Tio Matt was explaining football to Brayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SNjOvaipGEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TLwHmcdTu8M/s1600-h/100_8154.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249172679674107970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SNjOvaipGEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TLwHmcdTu8M/s400/100_8154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;One thing Brayden gets from me is the inability to stop talking when he's on a roll (AKA the "help, I'm talking and I can't shut up" syndrome).  As you can see from this video, he loves to talk.  Rachel was blowing bubbles while he was bouncing himself all over the place and he was having an awesome time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e16be5639b54851" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e16be5639b54851%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D628CD01B9EAAFB12021B9E08A123848C131224E7.3A4D32CDC74E1BE062467D96B3A69FD0771CEF4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e16be5639b54851%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHwF4z5Jf9b4AMEb4awMTEvCZfb4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e16be5639b54851%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D628CD01B9EAAFB12021B9E08A123848C131224E7.3A4D32CDC74E1BE062467D96B3A69FD0771CEF4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e16be5639b54851%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHwF4z5Jf9b4AMEb4awMTEvCZfb4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;On Sunday I overslept and missed my group run.  I knew we were doing 7 hilly miles, so off I went to do my own.  The first 4.5 I ran alone since I didn't think it was fair to drag Tootsie up and down the tough hills.  After that, I came back to the house to get her, and decided to take Brayden along as well for the last 2 1/2.  While that part of the run wasn't quite as treacherous, it was still a bit hilly and much harder with the stroller (hint, hint Harvey - I sure could use a real jogging stroller).  However, we made it.  Apparently Brayden thought it was hard work as he fell asleep the last few minutes of the run.  When I took him out of the stroller to put him in bed, he was so tired that he was like a limp rag and slept right through the move.  Ah, must be nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This weekend is our 23 mile training run - YIKES!  It's going to be hard for me to get weekday runs in but I'm going to attempt to run the hike &amp;amp; bike trail after class today since I'll be downtown anyway.  Hopefully I'll still be awake by then as I got up at 4:45 to finish my homework from class (since drinking wine seemed like a much better idea than homework last night).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-4170656986658733012?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4e16be5639b54851&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4170656986658733012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=4170656986658733012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4170656986658733012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4170656986658733012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/09/gmas-slacker.html' title='Gma&apos;s a Slacker!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SNjOt2-pLGI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_qF1ZGALePY/s72-c/100_8146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-5186159032476169927</id><published>2008-09-17T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:30:46.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5 month birthday, Brayden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SNFr4BvSpoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/DP2XRqG_DcM/s1600-h/IMG00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247093651146974850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SNFr4BvSpoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/DP2XRqG_DcM/s400/IMG00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hook 'em horns!  It's hard to believe, but baby boy is 5 months old today.  I wish him a happy birthday and miss him terribly.  Rachel let him celebrate with a strawberry Popsicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-5186159032476169927?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5186159032476169927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=5186159032476169927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5186159032476169927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5186159032476169927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-5-month-birthday-brayden.html' title='Happy 5 month birthday, Brayden!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SNFr4BvSpoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/DP2XRqG_DcM/s72-c/IMG00023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-3405931002878786640</id><published>2008-09-15T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:44:21.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconnecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I originally started my Facebook page to keep in touch with people who are currently in my life. Lately though, I've had the blessing of two old high school friends finding me. I haven't really kept up with anyone from high school, since sadly, that was not the best time of my life (right now, if you're wondering, is the best time of my life). Nothing bad, just no great memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The first friend who found me was Sandra. While we really haven't seen each other or spoken since the first year or two of college, I have heard snippets of her life through my family who also still live in Houston. I heard somewhere over the years that she had married, that her father and a cousin had passed away, that her mother remarried, and recently that her son was a student of my sister-in-law. However, when she reached out as a friend on Facebook, I was thrilled to hear from her and we've bridged the gap a bit over the last 25 years or so since we've spoken. All indications are that Sandra is just as happy and has just as great a smile as I remember from years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The second friend, Lisa, found me this past weekend and connected in Facebook to me. Lisa and I were super close friends in 9th grade, and remained not as close but still great friends throughout high school. I remember that ever since I've known her, I envied Lisa for her extreme athletic talents and her freedom to come and go as she pleased (which, of course, as a mother myself now, maybe I have a different opinion of that kind of freedom). Because our lives went different paths, we haven't heard from each other probably since the day we graduated. I've often wondered about Lisa, as the only thing I ever heard (and I'm not even sure where I got that news) was that she joined LAPD after high school. I was so excited to hear from her just a couple of days ago. We've also exchanged the condensed versions of our lives and pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's been great catching up with both friends and I hope that I can see them both some day soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-3405931002878786640?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3405931002878786640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=3405931002878786640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3405931002878786640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3405931002878786640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/09/reconnecting.html' title='Reconnecting'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-8653479560294957176</id><published>2008-09-13T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:54:32.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden's new buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brayden loves to either have his fingers, his burpee, or both, in his mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMvmqgCtB3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/1hGeTUVBeGU/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245539808833242994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMvmqgCtB3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/1hGeTUVBeGU/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He has discovered how soft Tootsie is and he loves to "pet" her. It's really more like "yank on her fur" but Tootsie is very patient with Brayden, and for that, we're thankful. Sometimes he pulls her ears. I can't even imagine what she will have to endure when he becomes mobile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMvmq1Yh1II/AAAAAAAAAiQ/e8DKglgFpno/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245539814561928322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMvmq1Yh1II/AAAAAAAAAiQ/e8DKglgFpno/s400/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hugging Tootsie is one of his new tricks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246029977560920114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SM2keE2RsDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8JS-EEfwP_k/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He thought that just because WE had hot dogs for dinner, he should too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246029984895702978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SM2kegLBl8I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/bAB2Gf4NlP4/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A big hug for Tootsie (God bless her patience)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246029989572249314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SM2kexmABuI/AAAAAAAAAjY/E8k5uAIss5M/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He's going in for a double fisted hair pull. Wait for it....wait for it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246029995953757970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SM2kfJXeHxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/XKTQeNYvuTA/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lean in and PULL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246029999230093858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SM2kfVknCiI/AAAAAAAAAjo/i_SQMmX8zi0/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stuffed hippo is one of Brayden's favorite toys (he'll share it with you, Sarah Reiner, if you come over)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMvluVp-ZII/AAAAAAAAAhw/KIxTYWX-3XE/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245538775253017730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMvluVp-ZII/AAAAAAAAAhw/KIxTYWX-3XE/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think he's tired of the paparazzi here - he wants Grandpa Herbie (Harvey) to STOP taking pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMvluhCeQjI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7bYDll0H_0I/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245538778308559410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMvluhCeQjI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7bYDll0H_0I/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Harvey's working on teaching Brayden to be a man - step one, take over the remote control!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246015047428788962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SM2W5BxY0uI/AAAAAAAAAig/6RUXdVd7FA0/s400/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brayden loves riding on Grandpa Herbie's shoulders. They are such buddies! Brayden just bursts out in a HUGE smile when he sees Grandpa Herbie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246015054056120418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SM2W5add4GI/AAAAAAAAAio/JAKdqYSyHPE/s400/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Newest trick is holding and drinking from the sippie cup. Today he had his first taste of cold water, which he seems to love in his sippie cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246015059865254626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SM2W5wGeOuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/FL2KIbjjI24/s400/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootsie is so sad that Brayden is so busy with the sippie cup that he doesn't have time for her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246015066626809426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SM2W6JSjXlI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nmSFIxTt5PY/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But there's always time for mommy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246015068554239250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SM2W6QeFnRI/AAAAAAAAAjA/49men8DyM80/s400/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today is Valerie's 20th Birthday - happy birthday sunshine! She'll be home next weekend to celebrate with the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Work is going great. I'm not a big fan of the late flight home on Thursday nights, but other than that, I love what I do. I'm still not a fan of the treadmill but it beats not running at all. And at 5:00 a.m. when I do get to run in Chicago, I don't think that the airplanes would appreciate me trying to get a few miles in on the runway (we're staying at the Hilton at O'Hare so there's no where else to run). I did get a couple of runs in since I've been home - a short 3 miles on Friday and a great 6 miles today. I think I've lost a couple of pounds, but it's sure not from dieting - these extra miles are really helping. Two more weeks to the 23 mile training run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;However, the thing that happened all week was in the form of great news.  I found out that an honorary niece, who I've known since she was 5, received good news at the doctor and is on the road to recovery.  I love you Cici and am so happy for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-8653479560294957176?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8653479560294957176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=8653479560294957176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8653479560294957176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8653479560294957176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/09/braydens-new-buddy.html' title='Brayden&apos;s new buddy'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMvmqgCtB3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/1hGeTUVBeGU/s72-c/DSC_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-6272220580655690600</id><published>2008-09-09T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:32:58.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Galloway Running ROCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This morning I ran my first 3 miles since the 21 mile training run on Sunday.  I truly expected to experience some post-long run pain but felt none other than from the blisters.  I guess Jeff Galloway knows what he's talking about with the run/walk program.  Recovery is a piece of cake.  I have to believe that an extra 5.2 miles isn't going to make a difference as far as recovery, compared to the 21 mile run.  I'm not saying it's going to be an easy run, just an easy recovery.  Okay, maybe I'm delusional - I guess time will tell.  And if I'm in pain, there's always alcohol to help with the recovery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;No new Brayden pictures as I am not with him.  Hopefully more this weekend when I am home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-6272220580655690600?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6272220580655690600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=6272220580655690600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6272220580655690600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6272220580655690600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/09/galloway-running-rocks.html' title='Galloway Running ROCKS!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-8921897444020617558</id><published>2008-09-07T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:37:36.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casualties of a 21 mile run (AKA - thank God I married a Podiatrist)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today was the longest run I've ever completed (though it'll get longer before I peak). My training group ran 21 miles today and I am happy to say that I completed it in 4:37 - thanks Joe for keeping me motivated with the stories and encouragement the whole way! There were times I contemplated &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;just taking a short nap on&lt;/span&gt; the sidewalk, but I resisted temptation and kept on plugging away. Our coach, Will, left Nutter Butters at one of the water stops, as he always does on the long runs. Let me tell you - Nutter Butters after running 14 miles is about the most delicious thing in the world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I did not realize that I had war wounds until I took my socks off. My 2nd toe (which is freakishly long) on both feet ended up with blood blisters on the tips. The left one is not so bad but the one on the right foot is about the angriest blood blister I've ever had. HARVEY...HELP ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243319186622889490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMQDBRqlvhI/AAAAAAAAAho/Z4UP1rjQKYE/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Two more weeks of short runs then we move up to 23 miles. I hope the blisters heal before I get fresh ones. YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-8921897444020617558?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8921897444020617558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=8921897444020617558' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8921897444020617558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8921897444020617558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-did-it.html' title='Casualties of a 21 mile run (AKA - thank God I married a Podiatrist)'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMQDBRqlvhI/AAAAAAAAAho/Z4UP1rjQKYE/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-8254838324290052626</id><published>2008-09-05T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:07:50.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cute for words (but I'll try)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Earlier this week, Rachel put Brayden down for a nap in nothing more than a diaper.  Apparently he managed to get his hand under his torso (he sleeps on his tummy) and slept that way for a while.  It's hard to see but look carefully on the left side of his chest and you can see his tiny hand print.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHiD8ST6mI/AAAAAAAAAhg/otT3CoqDYcA/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242719998586382946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHiD8ST6mI/AAAAAAAAAhg/otT3CoqDYcA/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As it turns out, Brayden is a big fan of his cereal with a spoon - which doesn't come as a surpise, given his size. It took him about a week to get used to it but now, when he sees the bowl and spoon, he starts thrashing and flailing with excitement.  I can't wait for the applesauce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHhDZj2NoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dKqhBHe4pPs/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242718889753065090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHhDZj2NoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dKqhBHe4pPs/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He's even learned to be patient in between bites - even when I clean his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHhDivUibI/AAAAAAAAAhA/e7Q9hj6VY5M/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242718892217108914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHhDivUibI/AAAAAAAAAhA/e7Q9hj6VY5M/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And when he see the spoon coming, or has food in his mouth, he is so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHhDzgAyfI/AAAAAAAAAhI/XklPl876orQ/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242718896716302834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHhDzgAyfI/AAAAAAAAAhI/XklPl876orQ/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;While I was in Chicago this week, this picture appeared on the camera!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHhEOpPXDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/HRf4UNaRxZc/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242718904002763826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHhEOpPXDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/HRf4UNaRxZc/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brayden has a new favorite spot - on Gpa's shoulders.  Good thing he had that diaper on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHhETGqlCI/AAAAAAAAAhY/1Bvn094h1Qg/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242718905199924258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHhETGqlCI/AAAAAAAAAhY/1Bvn094h1Qg/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my second week of work.  This was a much more productive week for me in Chicago, as I finally feel like I'm contributing, instead of just sitting and watching/learning.  I think the honeymoon is over - I'm having lots of work thrown over the wall to me, which is a good thing.  I love being busy and feeling like I'm making a contribution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My flight home on Thursday night was from hell.  Well, the flight was fine, but getting there was torture.  Our 8:00 flight was delayed to 9:40.  Then as we were sitting in the Red Carpet Lounge, taking our time, they bumped the flight back up to 8:56.  We only found out because I had email notifications sent to me on any changes to the status.  So off we went to the gate, only to wait around with the crowds for the flight attendants to show up.  They seemed to still believe that we were scheduled to leave at 9:40 as they were strolling casually up to the gate at 9:00.  Finally, we get on the plane, get situated, push off from the gate (in the rain), and are told that we are next in line to take off at around 9:30.  Then we notice that the plane has turned around and is headed back to the gate.  Apparently some drunk chick was seated in the exit row and refused to move.  She got belligerent with the flight attendant when asked to change seats and refused to turn her phone off for take off.  She was escorted off the flight with her boyfriend/husband and back we went to the back of the line at the O'Hare runway.  We finally took off at 10:15 and landed in Austin around 12:45.  Wouldn't you know that they forgot to bring up MY bag from the gate side check in, so there we stood at 1:00 a.m. waiting until they found it.  The rest of the trip was uneventful and I was home, in bed, by 1:45 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My 20 mile training run is this Sunday.  That will be the furthest I have ever run so I'm excited but a bit nervous.  I have managed to get in two runs a week while on the road.  My run on Thursday was on a crappy treadmill at the hotel, but still a run.  Today we took a couple of short walks with Brayden and tomorrow I need to really take it easy and rest the legs.  I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-8254838324290052626?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8254838324290052626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=8254838324290052626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8254838324290052626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8254838324290052626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-cute-for-words-but-ill-try.html' title='Too cute for words (but I&apos;ll try)'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SMHiD8ST6mI/AAAAAAAAAhg/otT3CoqDYcA/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-3823829035452381692</id><published>2008-09-02T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:40:39.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>After my first week of travel, it was good to be home again. Saturday started with a 6.4 mile run, quick shower, trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Runtex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Costco, lunch at the Steeping Room (my new favorite lunch restaurant) with my cousin Esther, then off to San Marcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it out to see Valerie's new apartment on Saturday. She's sharing the place with 3 other girls but being the princesses that they are, they each have their own bedrooms and bathrooms. The bedrooms are a bit small and claustrophobic for me, but they are happy there and it really is a nice place. Here are some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bedroom&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1vcj6unBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/oLLElntY638/s1600-h/100_8044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241468077797710866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1vcj6unBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/oLLElntY638/s400/100_8044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1vc6d1YnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YKsW5ng8ajc/s1600-h/100_8047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241468083850535538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1vc6d1YnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YKsW5ng8ajc/s400/100_8047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The desk/study area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1vdIltB3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/bn40BAJ7RPI/s1600-h/100_8043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241468087641638770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1vdIltB3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/bn40BAJ7RPI/s400/100_8043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most important, the big closet. Poor Valerie looks like an orphan with so little clothes in such a big closet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241468408877698898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1vv1SWT1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/n3CfHso8aMY/s400/100_8049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had some lunch at Grins.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241470509864954306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1xqIEvqcI/AAAAAAAAAeo/r-Q9Ml5yOXQ/s400/100_8051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had a nap on the way back to Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241470514638513394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1xqZ22ZPI/AAAAAAAAAew/8XRq-eL-KmQ/s400/100_8053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;When we got back we put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my bed, where he likes to hang out with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241471256192207330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1yVkXByeI/AAAAAAAAAe4/xFnfujpAH28/s400/100_8057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He thinks that on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gma's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tummy is a wonderful place to hang out (and I agree)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241471261479086850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1yV4DhKwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4uWy3st2xbs/s400/100_8063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And flying around with him mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241471266704843234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1yWLhb4eI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UqtNAnBf410/s400/100_8072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, a walk before bed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241471938480641762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1y9SFRFuI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/YYLYuacDUhI/s400/100_8080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday started with a trip to Target with Rachel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get him a new bathing suit and sun glasses before the BBQ/Pool Party at Eli's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is now big enough to turn face out in the carrier. We have to hurry up and use it before he outgrows this (and our ability to carry him). The weight limit is 35 pounds - he's up to 23 already!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241472233756455922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1zOeEgc_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/d8pM9CjDzAY/s400/100_8092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; and Rachel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hanging o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt;, before he put on the new suit and shades.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241474598563631906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL11YHqeUyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/kA4bUXoFSqg/s400/100_8097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with the men in the pool&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241474896193692226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL11pcbAokI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dfpVQeNk5uc/s400/100_8105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandpa's trying to teach him to float in the pool&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241475369673943378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL12FARf6VI/AAAAAAAAAgY/HQc2f-l0B48/s400/100_8117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which he is NOT happy about&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241475688594212786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL12XkWBB7I/AAAAAAAAAgg/oO8fl_PjclQ/s400/100_8118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back in mommy's arms, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is exhausted.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241476104362439794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL12vxM4tHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/AS0FUbiZCCk/s400/100_8119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And relaxed enough to fall asleep with Randa (while Eli looks on, wishing it was him instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;) to end a happy weekend.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241476447806134818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL13DwoPmiI/AAAAAAAAAgw/kh1ob2UDjv8/s400/100_8120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning my plan was to take a short (but faster than normal) 2 mile run to the golf course, then join Harvey and the boys for a walk on the front 9. So I run there about 2 minutes a mile faster than I normally run, knowing it'll be a short one. I get there and start eating a breakfast taco. I can't find Harvey and the gang so I call, only to find out that I'm on the wrong course. Harvey suggests I just run there, which would have been okay had I not run faster than normal or eaten the taco. Well, I'm not smart, so I ran most of the 2 miles there anyway. They were just teeing off of the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; when I got there, so I had to run past a group of not so happy golfers on the 1st, just to catch up. I got another 2 1/2 mile walk in while they played, so I did get my exercise. The rest of the day was just a lazy one, hanging out and reading some training information for my new job. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-3823829035452381692?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3823829035452381692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=3823829035452381692' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3823829035452381692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3823829035452381692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SL1vcj6unBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/oLLElntY638/s72-c/100_8044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-2603939910797486925</id><published>2008-08-29T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:34:31.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally - new pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know - between Hawaii, Cancun and a new job, I've been slacking on new pictures. I could even use the excuse that Harvey broke my camera when we were in Cancun (apparently the waterproof case isn't all that waterproof for snorkeling - not really his fault). All those excuses aside, I finally took out Harvey's older camera, which I'll have to use for now, and took some updated pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The biggest news is that Rachel got a job offer this week at a place she really wanted to work. The office is called "Austin Health and Wellness Architects" (here's the website, but still under construction:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://healthwellnessarchitects.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://healthwellnessarchitects.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;). She will be doing all of the lab work for the various doctors and services providers. When we were little, we called that guy the vampire in Tio Max's office!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poor Brayden had a round of pink-eye this week. It's much better now thought you can still see a trace of it in his left eye. He is dominating the jumperoo. I expect him to launch himself into space one day the way he is jumping around in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SLgu7P3twcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/2Nxa9Iyo_xc/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239989761852948930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SLgu7P3twcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/2Nxa9Iyo_xc/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought he was ready for a nap so I put him down in bed (notice the matching sheets). Yeah, not so sleepy once I set him down, so out he went to play some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SLgu7aispUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/IM4F_zKF2vk/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239989764717585730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SLgu7aispUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/IM4F_zKF2vk/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bray is starting to hold things on his own more.  Here, he is wresting with the bear blankie.  He won the battle as he did finally get the bear's ear in his mouth.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239992618011931842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SLgxhf5FNMI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3S0GeX88gZA/s400/Picture+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This has to be my all time favorite picture of Bray. He is really getting stronger and his hair is getting thicker every day. We play a little game where we put his toys just out of reach to encourage him to start scooting. He does a pretty good job if he's not tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SLgu7udRxKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/XH6SYNTSfYQ/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239989770063561890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SLgu7udRxKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/XH6SYNTSfYQ/s400/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm off to Chicago again next week for some more work on the United Airlines project.  I am so anxious to be more productive but with all new jobs comes a learning curve and training.  If only I knew how to be patient!  This weekend is a "short" 6 mile training run.  The following weekend is our 20 mile run - that will be the farthest I have ever run before so pray for a cold front to help me along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-2603939910797486925?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2603939910797486925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=2603939910797486925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/2603939910797486925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/2603939910797486925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-new-pictures.html' title='Finally - new pictures!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SLgu7P3twcI/AAAAAAAAAdo/2Nxa9Iyo_xc/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-3292276912639819042</id><published>2008-08-26T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:22:07.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Away but not forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's been a busy week.  I was in Cancun Thursday-Sunday last week and left again on Monday morning for Chicago, where I am at the moment, for work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cancun was fun even though I'm not a huge fan of the beach.  It was relaxing and I suspect I probably gained a few pounds.  My biggest weakness was the guacamole, which I think I had with almost every meal.  Well, that and a few Coronas spread out throughout the trip.  It's not so much that I drank too much at any given time, just that I had more over the 3 day period than I normally would.  I did get out for a 5 mile run one day while I was there, but that was all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Monday morning, long before the crack of dawn, I was up and out of the house to catch a 6:25 a.m. flight to Chicago. I started my new job with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;COPC&lt;/span&gt; as a consultant and am very excited about it.  This first project is with United Airlines.  Being new is hard for me as I am not getting to be as productive as I want to be while I'm learning what's what around here.  My project lead, Scott, is great to work with and learn from and is also a runner.  My first night here he took me out for a run at a really cool trail near the hotel (think Lady Bird Lake, but paved trail) and I ran 4 miles with him at a pace faster than I'm accustomed to - without the walk breaks every 3 minutes.  I was really too tired to be out there at 7:00, after getting out of bed at 3:45 a.m., flying and working all day, but it turned out to be a great run and I'm glad I went.  Tonight I met Peter, the President of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;COPC&lt;/span&gt;, who is also a runner and sushi lover (and he lived in Buffalo, NY, in Williamsville, the same area as Harvey is from).  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt; for a great team to work with.  Both of these guys have amazing energy and I'm excited to learn a lot from both.  I am also excited to be back in the call center world - I've missed it over the last few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;withdrawals&lt;/span&gt;.  I did get to spend time with him on Sunday night,  He did not show me his new "roll-over" trick, but he did give me a kiss (his other new trick).  He's doing a great job with his cereal now that he's getting used to being spoon fed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rachel had a great job interview at a Health &amp;amp; Wellness practice while I was in Cancun and has a follow up hands-on portion of the interview on Wednesday.  Good luck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rachie&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Valerie moved into her new apartment in San Marcos and started school today (I think).  We're going to drive down on Saturday to see her and the new place.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Harvey misses me terribly and is having great difficulty functioning without me, I'm sure (ha - I'm sure he's really enjoying the quiet without me talking from the time I roll out of bed each morning).  Okay, I'm not going to lie - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt; him when I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, I think that's about it.  I'm flying home on Wednesday afternoon if all goes well and will do some work from home the rest of the week.  I'll be back in Chicago on Tuesday to hopefully finish coming up to speed and get more involved in this project.  I'll get some new pictures up over the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-3292276912639819042?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3292276912639819042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=3292276912639819042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3292276912639819042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3292276912639819042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/08/away-but-not-forgotten.html' title='Away but not forgotten'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-6894561523579239061</id><published>2008-08-18T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:04:52.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS is what 4 months looks like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; had his 4 month check up (and shots) at the pediatrician. At 4 months old, he now weighs 21 pounds 13 ounces and is 26 inches long. To put it into perspective, he was 9 pounds 15 ounces and 21 inches long, 4 short months ago. I think he is starting to thin out just a bit as he is very active in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jumperoo&lt;/span&gt;. Notice the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bandaids&lt;/span&gt; on both legs from the shots - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;owie&lt;/span&gt;! Rachel said he was not happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKnDzSYQ4mI/AAAAAAAAAc4/hDaNC5egjPY/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235931327669264994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKnDzSYQ4mI/AAAAAAAAAc4/hDaNC5egjPY/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The pediatrician gave Rachel the go-ahead to start feeding Bray some rice cereal. It will take a while for him to get used to the idea that food WILL keep coming, but it's just different than the constant flow of the bottle. I'm sure he'll be frustrated for a few days until he gets that concept down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKnDzyOzDDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/i-_eF1Xzxn4/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235931336219495474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKnDzyOzDDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/i-_eF1Xzxn4/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe we need to thicken up the cereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKnD0LLL7kI/AAAAAAAAAdI/wHbkKOBkN7c/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235931342915235394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKnD0LLL7kI/AAAAAAAAAdI/wHbkKOBkN7c/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just how many babies do you know who have matching pacifiers and hand made blankets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKnD0ioR4XI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0zgCFAUGpNA/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235931349211275634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKnD0ioR4XI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0zgCFAUGpNA/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now that's a handsome boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKnD09VAAoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1tvywFSyt00/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235931356378169986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKnD09VAAoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/1tvywFSyt00/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, today was "big item trash pick-up" day in the neighborhood. We decided that it was time for the trampoline to go (sorry Rachel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Smet&lt;/span&gt; - I know you loved it), as there was a small tear in it, which will likely continue to grow. The last time we had one with a hole in it, my "baby" brother, at 6'3", 200-something pounds (being nice), decided to jump on it and went right through it. After putting the disassembled trampoline on the front curb for pick up, we went out for just a few hours. When we came back, the neighborhood trolls had been by and picked up all of the metal but left the rest behind. I hope they get good money for the scrap metal, or whatever it is one does with a trampoline frame.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235932880793023154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKnFNsN0srI/AAAAAAAAAdg/sFauci7lYSo/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan is that we build a really nice wooden play scape for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; (and future grandchildren) in the same spot. My thought is that around his first birthday will be the perfect time as by then, he should be mobile and it will be spring time - both perfect conditions for him to use it. In the mean time, it would be nice to see grass grow there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-6894561523579239061?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6894561523579239061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=6894561523579239061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6894561523579239061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6894561523579239061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-what-4-months-looks-like.html' title='THIS is what 4 months looks like'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKnDzSYQ4mI/AAAAAAAAAc4/hDaNC5egjPY/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-4376153564389749497</id><published>2008-08-17T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:47:05.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;No pictures today - just an update on my marathon training.  This morning our group did a 17.78 mile run.  To help you appreciate that distance, if you're familiar with Austin, we started at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MoPac&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Lake Austin Blvd, ran as far east and north as Highland Mall (well, not to the mall but we could see it from a few blocks away), a little past that, then back to the start again.  It was not particularly hilly, though you can never find a completely flat route in Austin unless you are at a track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have to say that I just love the Galloway training method and program, and am especially appreciative of the particular group I run with.  Today I especially thank Joe and Ron for giving me that extra push when I wanted to slow down and walk a little extra at the end of our run.  I pushed myself at their urging and am so glad I did. I  was tired, sweaty and a bit sore after the run, but it was nothing that some chocolate milk, a shower, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aleve&lt;/span&gt; and a quick nap didn't fix!  The 1777 calorie burn was worth it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Next weekend I'll be in Cancun so I'll have to get my 5 mile run in alone, since there's no chance of talking anyone in our group into running with me.  The following week I start my travel with work and will have to figure out how to get my mid week runs in, but I'm sure I'll manage - even if it's just on a treadmill at the hotel gym (ugh!).  My first week of work I'll be in Chicago, which I'm very happy about.  Hopefully I'll have time to see my sister-in-law, Robyn, while I'm there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-4376153564389749497?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/4376153564389749497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=4376153564389749497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4376153564389749497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/4376153564389749497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/08/pushing-myself.html' title='Pushing myself'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-1923084091180423736</id><published>2008-08-14T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:00:23.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden's first run with Gma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Almost since the day Rachel told me she was pregnant, I've been wanting to take my grandchild running with me.  Brayden is still young (not small), and I STILL don't have a baby jogger, so up to now, I haven't been able to take him.  Yesterday I took him for a walk in his new "in between" stroller (smaller than the big stroller but bigger than the small umbrella stroller - fits perfectly in Rachel's small trunk).  As we were walking I decided to try out a quick run, and it seemed okay.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, this morning, I saddled up the boy and the dog and off we went for a jog.  We ran a little over 2.5 miles, which I thought was good for my first time out with Brayden.  Apparently he found the run to be relaxing as he fell asleep about a mile into it.  All I heard from him was a delicious YAWN, then he was out, looking cute as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKQ3UXSmISI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iB_yVX60hZQ/s1600-h/DSC03076.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234369489900282146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKQ3UXSmISI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iB_yVX60hZQ/s400/DSC03076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I, on the other hand, did not come out of the run looking quite so cute and relaxed.  The temperatures in Austin are nasty humid and warm - it's not even 9 a.m. and it's already 80 degrees!  That would explain the sweaty look below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKQ3UgAeHCI/AAAAAAAAAco/VA8XMfDT-Sc/s1600-h/DSC03078.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234369492240178210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKQ3UgAeHCI/AAAAAAAAAco/VA8XMfDT-Sc/s400/DSC03078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And now a comparison - relaxed Brayden and stinky/sweaty Gma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKQ3VABAxpI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Sswvqgqc1Bc/s1600-h/DSC03084.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234369500832384658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKQ3VABAxpI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Sswvqgqc1Bc/s400/DSC03084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What I did re-learn today is the appreciation of running simple.  I do love my Garmin GPS to tell me how far, how fast, how much my heart is beating, where I've been, what the altitude is, etc.  I also love running with my iPod to distract me.  I have a variety of music on there to keep me entertained and distracted when I run; from Yani &amp;amp; Il Divo to Garth Brooks &amp;amp; George Straight to Bon Jovi &amp;amp; Sheryl Crow, and lots in between.  However, today I left both gadgets behind and enjoyed having Brayden with me.  I love the feeling that I get in believing that taking him with me when I run will one day give him the love for exercise and the great outdoors.  I do hope that one day he and I will run side by side.  Until then, I'll push his chubby little self and enjoy every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-1923084091180423736?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1923084091180423736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=1923084091180423736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1923084091180423736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1923084091180423736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/08/braydens-first-run-with-gma.html' title='Brayden&apos;s first run with Gma'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKQ3UXSmISI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iB_yVX60hZQ/s72-c/DSC03076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-1279177921169638238</id><published>2008-08-13T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:27:48.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden cracks us up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our last weekend ended with some R&amp;amp;R for Harvey and Tootsie&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234161263049186610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKN5790oHTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/wNwKnGo_CX8/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And this week started with some happy times between Valerie and Brayden&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234161745152335074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKN6YBy-XOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Gn06H7Z1Gok/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rachel's raised the Jumperoo to level 3 as Brayden continues to grow. He will turn 4 months old this Sunday, and has his 4 month check up scheduled for Monday.  Until then, enjoy a video of Rachel and Brayden cracking each other up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c8995a52c4c8f2a1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8995a52c4c8f2a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3854168B20F0095C3E6F3BB52F2835FAEA41F284.4B7AFE9DC9DD578C7105FFE8D6DB6B34855B8F94%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8995a52c4c8f2a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU8MZy2k5oNsVZYAalgLk_6cwqlo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc8995a52c4c8f2a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3854168B20F0095C3E6F3BB52F2835FAEA41F284.4B7AFE9DC9DD578C7105FFE8D6DB6B34855B8F94%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc8995a52c4c8f2a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU8MZy2k5oNsVZYAalgLk_6cwqlo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have accepted a new job, which I will start on August 25, after a long weekend in Cancun.  I'm very excited about this consulting job and look forward to working hard after my extended vacation from work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the mean time, my marathon training is going well.  I got in a hard 6 mile hill workout on Monday and a nice easy 3.4 mile run today.  My goal is to get another easy run in on Friday (if not Thursday as well), then rest on Saturday.  Sunday we have an almost 18 mile run starting at 5:00 a.m., which I am truly looking forward to.  Stay tuned for how that goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-1279177921169638238?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c8995a52c4c8f2a1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1279177921169638238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=1279177921169638238' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1279177921169638238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1279177921169638238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/08/brayden-cracks-us-up.html' title='Brayden cracks us up!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SKN5790oHTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/wNwKnGo_CX8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-2192673964870065269</id><published>2008-08-09T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T07:05:37.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This week, Rachel put together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; big boy high chair. Until he can eat from it, we use it to entertain him while we eat. He seems to like it. Rachel wouldn't let me help put it together - something about me not reading instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2eS17X6cI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GazXlUCpUrs/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232512388625328578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2eS17X6cI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GazXlUCpUrs/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is ready for solid foods, as he spends quite a bit of time trying to eat his own hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2eTQSl7VI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JbBNI6jmMdw/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232512395702037842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2eTQSl7VI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JbBNI6jmMdw/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;On Friday morning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;, Tootsie and I went for a walk to let Rachel sleep in a little. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; was snoozing and I stopped to take a picture of him &amp;amp; Tootsie. As I was about to snap to picture, he woke up and threw his hands up as if to say "why are you stopping, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2eT8eixJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/VSElxNaTFrI/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232512407563322514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2eT8eixJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/VSElxNaTFrI/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friday night was a very proud one for us. Rachel graduated, with honors (the gold cord) and perfect attendance (the silver cord) with her Medical Assisting degree. Needless to say, she looked beautiful and I cried. She worked so very hard, and all during her pregnancy to graduate with a 99.5 GPA, with out missing a single class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2eUT0fbcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/iFF_EJWwyzA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232512413829393858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2eUT0fbcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/iFF_EJWwyzA/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; While she was graduating, her fan club was sitting together, cheering for her. The girls included Valerie, Katherine, myself and Lindsay.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232514696466707682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2gZLTotOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XZFHgdOTpjA/s400/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Always a beautiful pair, Rachel and Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2eU8HroDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/oC2zt2rynBY/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232512424647303218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2eU8HroDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/oC2zt2rynBY/s400/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; The proudest mother in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232514705942041282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2gZumu0sI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5byQ5v1X3oo/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We wanted a picture of Rachel with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;, but the excitement was all too much for him and he passed out before graduation was over.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232514708024642866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2gZ2XQzTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/l9GC6zUBzFc/s400/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even though I have not been working these past few weeks, I've been very busy. I've observed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;participated in several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mediations &lt;/span&gt;through the Dispute Resolution Center. I really enjoy the volunteer work I do there and the good it does for people. Friday I observed a mediation at the Juvenile Detention Center and hope to do more work there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After we go to Cancun later this month, my vacation from working will officially be over. Friday I received a great job offer for a consulting position at a company I've been wanting to work with for a couple of years now. After several rounds of interviews and discussions, I received an offer on Friday and will officially accept on Monday. I have had a great 2 1/2 years at Resources and have learned a great deal with them. As a huge bonus, I have made some wonderful friends at Resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Running is going well. I did a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt; 6 mile hilly workout in my neighborhood on Thursday, which left me with pain in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Achilles&lt;/span&gt;. So as much as I wanted to run again on Friday morning, I knew that it would be wise to rest my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Achilles&lt;/span&gt; a bit, and went for the 3 1/2 mile walk with Bray and Tootsie instead. Sunday will be an easy run day with the training group - just 5 miles as we prepare for the 17 mile run the following week. I better start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; loading now for that one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-2192673964870065269?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2192673964870065269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=2192673964870065269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/2192673964870065269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/2192673964870065269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJ2eS17X6cI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GazXlUCpUrs/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-625770812437473374</id><published>2008-08-06T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:12:20.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Way too Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;First, an arial picture of Brayden in the bathtub at 3 weeks old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJnoj13ahvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7OZR9DM79FM/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231468144620111602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJnoj13ahvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7OZR9DM79FM/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And a picture in the exact same tub, at 16 weeks old. How does one child grow THAT MUCH in 13 short weeks.  We are looking into NFL and NBA development clinics now - a boy's gotta have choices!  Not to mention a big paycheck to keep up with the appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJnokEmBKhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OrxcMMcFdzc/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231468148573678098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJnokEmBKhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OrxcMMcFdzc/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.S.  If my grandmother was posting bathtub pictures of me on her blog, I would go incognito too (see yesterday's blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-625770812437473374?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/625770812437473374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=625770812437473374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/625770812437473374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/625770812437473374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/08/growing-way-too-fast.html' title='Growing Way too Fast'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJnoj13ahvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7OZR9DM79FM/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-8473637737147658329</id><published>2008-08-04T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:06:30.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding from the Paparazzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just a quick post to show off pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; preparing to go incognito to hide from the Paparazzi. My new nickname for him is Gremlin, since he gets all freaked when we go out into the sun..."BRIGHT LIGHT - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AGH&lt;/span&gt;!", so Rachel bought him some sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJhlOLkFFDI/AAAAAAAAAao/KZFW8hOZQWU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231042261487522866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJhlOLkFFDI/AAAAAAAAAao/KZFW8hOZQWU/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJhlOmLVLUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SUsqqWHsCcM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231042268631477570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJhlOmLVLUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/SUsqqWHsCcM/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Recovery from my 14 mile run on Sunday was a no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt;. I was sleepy on Sunday from being up at 4:00 but not tired from the run. I expected some soreness on Monday, but there was none. I was tempted to run but remember the wisdom in a day of rest after such a long run, so I took it easy. This morning I had a great 5 mile run and hope to do the same a few more times this week before our group 5 mile run on Sunday, followed by a timed mile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Best of luck to everyone in the path of Hurricane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Edouard&lt;/span&gt; - we're just hoping for some rain from it for some relief from the severe draught in Austin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-8473637737147658329?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8473637737147658329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=8473637737147658329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8473637737147658329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8473637737147658329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiding-from-paparazzi.html' title='Hiding from the Paparazzi'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJhlOLkFFDI/AAAAAAAAAao/KZFW8hOZQWU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-1475270627659005080</id><published>2008-08-03T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:23:57.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Visit and a LONG run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This past weekend, we celebrated both Rachel's Graduation (in advance) with a degree in Medical Assisting (MA) and Brayden's Blessing and receiving of his Hebrew name at Temple. We were blessed to have lots of family come in to help celebrate. The weekend kicked off with breakfast at Kirby Lane on Friday morning. Brayden was either bored or tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230442858535220322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZEEVj4dGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FH0epDn_kyM/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friday night, we went to Temple. We couldn't take pictures there, but here is Rachel with Brayden, all dressed up and both looking beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230445747727396050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZGsgo-bNI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WbOClyG14hU/s320/172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Below are pictures from brunch Harvey and I hosted on Saturday at Balcones Country Club to celebrate and to thank everyone for joining us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is me, my mother, my cousin (Coco), my sister (Leo) and another cousin (Diko)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZEuqjiU4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/e0R0nszhbEI/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230443585725420418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZEuqjiU4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/e0R0nszhbEI/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My mom (Abuela) throwing Brayden kisses, my cousin (Rebecca) and Brayden (go Astros)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZEvjDwQOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xwne-oysH84/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230443600892936418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZEvjDwQOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xwne-oysH84/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My big sis (Leo) with Brayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZEwCenHCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/J8VzbTUlosk/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230443609327082530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZEwCenHCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/J8VzbTUlosk/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two beautiful daughters, Rachel (mommy) and Valerie (Tia Tumana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230444943994789986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZF9ugMIGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/dADM00Un6xY/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby brother (Isaac) and my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230444948962943858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZF-BAsI3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/sh_yvp0ZQFY/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My crazy friends: Lindsay, Eli and Debbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230444956106248210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZF-bnyUBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/UtujPBQXZMk/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My niece, Gaby (the nanny) and Brayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230444958037975266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZF-i0WIOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/e37KMRVzghc/s320/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece (Alexis) and myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230444963870313682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZF-4i4jNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Mn0DomAZXuQ/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Quesadillas were not warm enough for Harvey so he warmed his on the tea light. Thank heavens for useful center-pieces&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230445756088684946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZGs_ydkZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-zb-KXs6AxE/s320/179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is Cecilia - Rachel's longest standing friendship and one of my very favorite friends of hers.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230445763469350402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZGtbSJlgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/B5mJwsY5YiE/s320/190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was sad to see most of the company leave early Saturday evening but am so thankful that they were able to be with us. My cousin, Coco, came all the way from Miami to be with us and stayed until Sunday at noon. This was her first trip to Austin and I really wanted to show her around Austin more, but there was just not enough time. We got to have breakfast at Kirby Lane and shop on the drag (old Austin). Also, we went to the Domain for more shopping and Mesa Rosa (new Austin). Hopefully she will come back soon with her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This morning was my 14 mile training run. Because it was so hot outside and because we were going to be running for so long, we started at 5:00 a.m. Where else is it freaking 80 degrees at 5:00 in the morning??? It was hot and humid but I must say that I had a fabulous run. A few years ago I tried to train for a full marathon but the group I was training with was VERY competitive and I did not enjoy it. I dropped out at this same point in the training program and ended up staying with the half marathon. This method (run/walk) and my group that I run with have made this an amazing experience for me so far. I enjoy the company and the hard work. In two weeks we bump up to 17 miles - YIKES! Actually I look forward to the challenge (crazy, huh?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-1475270627659005080?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1475270627659005080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=1475270627659005080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1475270627659005080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1475270627659005080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-visit-and-long-run.html' title='Family Visit and a LONG run'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJZEEVj4dGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FH0epDn_kyM/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-8139606408986255708</id><published>2008-07-30T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:43:20.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncing and Coo'ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is really into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jumperoo&lt;/span&gt; these days - he is all smiles, until he gets tired of holding himself upright.  But he really does love sitting up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJDQSL_cWvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/iLPfwpYJR-0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228908178252258034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJDQSL_cWvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/iLPfwpYJR-0/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here's a video of him in it - listen carefully for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coo'ing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fac06c2f1c026b68" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfac06c2f1c026b68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D366E3DAA848B77D1F0E56A7BE67636A5D74EB284.4A9D84B343CA445DB1C07739DD15B059E816E159%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfac06c2f1c026b68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPKxR1_0mvry1r3_K6Ecuc_py4Q4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfac06c2f1c026b68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D366E3DAA848B77D1F0E56A7BE67636A5D74EB284.4A9D84B343CA445DB1C07739DD15B059E816E159%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfac06c2f1c026b68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPKxR1_0mvry1r3_K6Ecuc_py4Q4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Funny story from Hawaii.  I was walking through the lobby one morning on my way to find some lunch while Harvey was at the conference.  A lady walks by me, then after I passed, says to me "excuse me, have you ever had your Psychic read?"  Um, no, I can't say that I ever had.  She said "I don't normally stop people like this but I just felt such a positive energy when you passed by. I can give you a discount if you let me read it now".  Now I'm not knocking having your psychic read, but it's not my thing.  I'm not sure if I believe in it or not, but I'm just enough of a worrier (surprise, right?) that if she told me something bad, I would obsess about that, just in case.  Besides, why would I have to pay her if she just told me I had such positive energy.  I got a kick out of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carbo&lt;/span&gt;-loading for the 14 mile run has started.  Well, at least that's how I justify my pig-faced lunch today...meatloaf, mashed potatoes and a few bites of candied yams.  Yummy!  At least I ran almost 4 miles before lunch so I don't feel as bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-8139606408986255708?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fac06c2f1c026b68&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8139606408986255708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=8139606408986255708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8139606408986255708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8139606408986255708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/bouncing-and-cooing.html' title='Bouncing and Coo&apos;ing'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SJDQSL_cWvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/iLPfwpYJR-0/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-983898130192363749</id><published>2008-07-28T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:36:08.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Hawaii, Hello Brayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This was our final view of Honolulu as we were leaving. Harvey loves taking airplane pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4q5rPyJ2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/9yaQKaKmCbw/s1600-h/249.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228163387773560674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4q5rPyJ2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/9yaQKaKmCbw/s320/249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then he was tired so he fully reclined in our business class seats and took a nap somewhere over the ocean between Honolulu and Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4qQNBTyMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/FFd-7JWosrY/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228162675285149890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4qQNBTyMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/FFd-7JWosrY/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He woke up in time for us to take the cheesy picture of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4qQsuL9_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/JJCwvU66S-g/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228162683794880498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4qQsuL9_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/JJCwvU66S-g/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When we got back in town, we unpacked, napped and did laundry, before I picked up Brayden. I missed him terribly and couldn't wait to hold him. Fortunately, he remembered me and smiled when he saw me at Miss Brenda's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here we are back at home. Little man needs to start working out those legs or he won't fit in this much longer (getting him out was a challenge). However, he is holding his head up really well now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4qRY5tV3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/GG7E0IwJev0/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228162695654365042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4qRY5tV3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/GG7E0IwJev0/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's hard to believe that Brayden is only 3 1/2 months old and already at 20 pounds. I'm glad we kayaked a couple of times in Hawaii so I could keep up the strength in my arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4qRyDbwLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/rc9qyVoaXg0/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228162702406041778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4qRyDbwLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/rc9qyVoaXg0/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And a final picture of his very happy face in his rocker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4qSXfvkEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/spaMXLra5SM/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228162712456892482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4qSXfvkEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/spaMXLra5SM/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is spending more time sitting in his jumperoo too. He tries to talk a lot now, which of course sounds like aghhhhhh, ewwwwwwwwwww, and other variations of garbely gook. I am spending all week with him instead of sending him to the sitter, since I will be home. This will be a fun week - we already have 2 lunch dates planned early in the week. Then my cousin, Coco, will be here Thursday night for the weekend. Also, lots more family will be arriving starting Friday morning to celebrate Brayden's blessing at the temple and Rachel's graduation. We're very excited to have everyone in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have to take it pretty easy this week on the running as we are scheduled for a 14 mile run on Sunday. It's going to be tough, no doubt, especially since we are starting at 5 a.m. instead of 6 a.m. because of the distance. My goal is to get a couple of 3-4 mile runs in before Rachel leaves for work a couple of days this week. As much as I hated leaving Hawaii, it's always good to be home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-983898130192363749?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/983898130192363749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=983898130192363749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/983898130192363749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/983898130192363749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/farewell-hawaii-hello-brayden.html' title='Farewell Hawaii, Hello Brayden'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SI4q5rPyJ2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/9yaQKaKmCbw/s72-c/249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-6408057130125004964</id><published>2008-07-26T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:55:59.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard work on Honolulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sadly, Saturday is our last full day in Hawaii. So we decided that some hard work was in order. First we started with a ride to our destination. This is the view from up top of a mountain in Honolulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIviCxRj9BI/AAAAAAAAAXo/dFjfEwiCqeA/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227520329708205074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIviCxRj9BI/AAAAAAAAAXo/dFjfEwiCqeA/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Back in the van we went and picked up our Kayaks. Dragging them to the water was hard work, but the view was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIvh2AwbhAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KIUdpHHiX2U/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227520110525907970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIvh2AwbhAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KIUdpHHiX2U/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the waves? They made the kayak outing tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIvhmh6qomI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oUEOp_ObxXY/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227519844549304930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIvhmh6qomI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oUEOp_ObxXY/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, we didn't have to kayak on this side of the island, but we did get out and walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIvhSGam6vI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/57ahvzziiK4/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227519493569702642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIvhSGam6vI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/57ahvzziiK4/s320/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Harvey eating a turkey sandwich. But look closely - there's more than just Turkey &amp;amp; Cheese. This one had some sort of Vietnamese coleslaw and mayo. And he ate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIvgmwwsuVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Vry9xfiC6ls/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227518749022402898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIvgmwwsuVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Vry9xfiC6ls/s320/118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After lunch, we packed it up and kayaked some more, onto another beach. This is the group we were with. See, I told you it was hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIvgWy7kAqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/CVbDRQjsN7E/s1600-h/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227518474726933154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIvgWy7kAqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/CVbDRQjsN7E/s320/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final shot on the beach...before we turned in the kayaks for the last of our beach experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIvgIE6YVtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/VWTncF40d8g/s1600-h/246.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227518221855774418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIvgIE6YVtI/AAAAAAAAAW4/VWTncF40d8g/s320/246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Oh well, until the next vacation...August in Cancun. Back to the Riu Palace resort. Sigh...more hard work, but some one's got to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-6408057130125004964?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6408057130125004964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=6408057130125004964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6408057130125004964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6408057130125004964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/hard-work-on-honolulu.html' title='Hard work on Honolulu'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIviCxRj9BI/AAAAAAAAAXo/dFjfEwiCqeA/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-5942932052114922951</id><published>2008-07-25T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:29:38.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing in Hawaii...Wednesday &amp; Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wednesday morning was our final time in Kauai.  We will definitely be back some time.  Since we didn't have too much  time before our flight, we packed up the car and headed south (all of our other trips there were north of the hotel).  I can't remember the name of the place we went to, but something to do with Spout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIpAhj-plrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QKJwYwW0svQ/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227061262854756018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIpAhj-plrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QKJwYwW0svQ/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And here is the spout.  The water spews up in the air with waves like this - very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIpAh7MPKrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D_Ihg_hYM5c/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227061269085760178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIpAh7MPKrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/D_Ihg_hYM5c/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the same area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIo_5JlaD6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/sCyFe1nnDMg/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227060568574791586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIo_5JlaD6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/sCyFe1nnDMg/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We arrived in Honolulu later on Wednesday and didn't do much.  The conference started on Thursday, so I had time on my hands to go run in the morning. Harvey is all dressed and ready to go hang with his fellow Podiatrists at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;APMA&lt;/span&gt; conference. He reminds me of a kid on the first day of school, with name tag and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIo7qQIhSWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-bFTGjC2SBM/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227055914588129634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIo7qQIhSWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-bFTGjC2SBM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a view of the Lagoon in the back of our hotel village. There are 5 hotels (ours is the middle one on the right side). It was all just too big and overwhelming for me, with too many pretentious stores. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227057191368347458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIo80kgpT0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/JMjTMW-5PFc/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is a shot of the lagoon and the beach behind it. Very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227056654569838690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIo8VUx6GGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/c_IJ9c8D5eA/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the conference, we walked around for a bit, just exploring before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227057198785708242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIo81AJFQNI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4Qcgmqr0Wlk/s320/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Honolulu is too big city for my taste, but I suppose that vacationing here beats working!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227056280461412146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIo7_jHghzI/AAAAAAAAAVg/z5ksp9bmY9w/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thursday night was the Luau.  Can you tell how much Harvey loved having the Lei on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227060576539919250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIo_5nQcQ5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/gIrbknYcg1w/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah, the gentle breeze, the beautiful sunset...what a night.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227063395082695730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIpCdrJZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3kYiVAwkk_g/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the two of us at the Luau.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227060587884023634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIo_6RhFj1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/PXp8O34N5g4/s320/143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was still a bit sore from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt; 8 mile hike on Tuesday, but decided it was time to run again, since I hadn't gone for a run since Saturday.  So Thursday morning, while Harvey was doing his thing, I took a 5 mile jog around town, mostly on the beach.  It was already starting to warm up a bit but the ocean breeze helped.  Friday morning I got in another run, but stopped a little shy of 4 miles as I am starting the understand the importance of rest days.  Tonight we are scheduled on a sunset dinner cruise (I hear they are serving steak and lobster - damned be the shell fish rash I'll have in the morning).  Saturday we'll get some kayaking and snorkeling in, as our last outing of the trip.  Aloha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-5942932052114922951?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5942932052114922951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=5942932052114922951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5942932052114922951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5942932052114922951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/relaxing-in-hawaiiwednesday-thursday.html' title='Relaxing in Hawaii...Wednesday &amp; Thursday'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIpAhj-plrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/QKJwYwW0svQ/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-2607399400465938616</id><published>2008-07-25T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:35:15.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calories I left in Kauai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's been a busy week...and I have to share a computer with Harvey, so I haven't blogged in while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tuesday, our last full day in Kauai was exhausting, even by my standards. We started the morning with a snorkel trip. I wasn't thrilled to do that but being the good, supportive wife that I always am, I went along and got in the water. Don't I just look thrilled to be there, as I schlep all the crap (yes, there was more and Harvey had the heavier stuff). I had to have the boogie board (as if I don't know how to swim). That didn't help the mood or the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226851194544362946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImBd-iklcI/AAAAAAAAATI/WSRO6hc_Shc/s320/232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well that didn't last long (the snorkeling, not the bad mood)...I'm already back OUT of the water and still not looking happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226851834355807890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImCDOBgdpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/3gcvIASEkYM/s320/247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meanwhile, Harvey is busy looking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt; without me. Nope, that's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226852116621485682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImCTpi45nI/AAAAAAAAATY/MZbY331GGvI/s320/295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Another pretty fish, but still not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226852388273456290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImCjdhxBKI/AAAAAAAAATg/BoAmxZl8N8k/s320/344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So he gave up and went for a leisurely hike. Ha - I kid. We went for an 8 mile hike and there was nothing leisurely about it. The first mile was almost all up hill and looked like this a lot of the time (hiking up lots of rocks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226853881667692738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImD6Y2sqMI/AAAAAAAAATw/0gRQgU55K0A/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;However, the views were spectacular when you got a break in the tree-line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226853886888427058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImD6sTavjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/kWG5tKgiYLk/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first goal was to hike down to this beach below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226854950934490018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImE4oLxK6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/2v-x1z99XMk/s320/069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am much happier now, in my natural environment, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;terra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;firma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226854628259535506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImEl2IEGpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/tLaAet5zVrI/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Harvey does not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;terra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;firma&lt;/span&gt; in his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226854635491025714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImEmREL4zI/AAAAAAAAAUI/x2lWp9Z4ZEY/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, much better now...we're still not at mile 2 so Harvey is still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226854948382798258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImE4erZcbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zoMen1-Kj0U/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there were rivers to forge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226855757863474626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImFnmOoVcI/AAAAAAAAAUg/h_0OO_IOMWw/s320/110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But we finally cleared the first two miles and made it to the beach, after lots of ups and downs in the trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226855764153670594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImFn9qVG8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/S7DOoxqGAQs/s320/120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But wait, we still had 2 more miles to make it to the water fall. First more rocks to climb and many more rivers to forge.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226856252084380370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImGEXWE4tI/AAAAAAAAAUw/raBQI2I4hDo/s320/146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But we finally cleared the next two miles and made it to the water fall. It was so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226857645475936114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImHVeIgt3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/WpjYgm_-A2Q/s320/177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226857650207684626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImHVvwpeBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ur9UPy5MNSY/s320/203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew we had 4 rough miles to hike back and we were running low on water in the camel-back, so Harvey spent some time swimming to cool off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226858314595013554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImH8ay7k7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/O0xrzTyaB84/s320/226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After about 30 minutes of relaxing, off we went to conquer the 4 miles back. Harvey was tired enough that the camera did not come out once. The new Keens were great shoes for this trip as we were in and out of the water with so many river crossings, but still our feet were sore and we were tired. We ran out of water at about mile 6, with lots of hills left to climb up and down. If Harvey hadn't had the car key on him, I would have pushed him off a cliff after about the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time he said "a big glass of ice cold water sure would be good now," between miles 6 and 8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, we finally made it and headed right to the store for some Power-Aid. I drank 32 ounces in no time at all and off we went to Burger King for some unhealthy but yummy food. Still, we burned more calories on that than we consumed, and I was in the great outdoors, so I am happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-2607399400465938616?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2607399400465938616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=2607399400465938616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/2607399400465938616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/2607399400465938616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-calorie-burn.html' title='The Calories I left in Kauai'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SImBd-iklcI/AAAAAAAAATI/WSRO6hc_Shc/s72-c/232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-2728106453558503302</id><published>2008-07-21T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:33:02.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha from Kauai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What a long trip to get here.  We left the house early on Saturday to catch a 10:40 a.m. flight to Hawaii.  The plan was: 10:40 fly to Los Angeles, 3 hour layover, fly to Honolulu, 2 hour layover, fly to Kauai, where we will be until Wednesday afternoon.  Well, the 10:40 flight was first delayed several times, then finally cancelled.  Fortunately, Harvey was quick to jump up to get in line to get us rescheduled, so we made the 6:45 flight (to LA then Honolulu), but that meant we missed our connection to Kauai since it was so late.  American Airlines put us up in a shit-hole hotel that night in Honolulu.  We go up early on Sunday, after a mere 4 hours of restless sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our flight was uneventful, but no sooner did we get to Kauai, and the rain started.  This was the view from our windshield.  Boy were we glad we threw down the extra money for a convertible, as they told us they were expecting rain all week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225718570652727682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV7Wlvq-YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/bcYWu_eNyfU/s320/346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV7VqXJFnI/AAAAAAAAASg/BgPWcjLDoOU/s1600-h/201.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain did slow down long enough for us to walk down to the beach for some pictures.  This was a site I did and will continue to see often throughout the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV7W1xzrKI/AAAAAAAAATA/JJtZqnvv8KE/s1600-h/377.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225718574956653730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV7W1xzrKI/AAAAAAAAATA/JJtZqnvv8KE/s320/377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is the river we drove by on our first day in Kauai, which we would kayak on the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV4i7zmaXI/AAAAAAAAASI/k8Wy7cW-LEQ/s1600-h/201.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225715484198332786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV4i7zmaXI/AAAAAAAAASI/k8Wy7cW-LEQ/s320/201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We rented a convertible and had fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV4jf3TzhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/eGb109mJX-E/s1600-h/220.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225715493877566994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV4jf3TzhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/eGb109mJX-E/s320/220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here we are at some scenic overlook somewhere in Kauai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV4j0ElZzI/AAAAAAAAASY/U6g-JTdXz4Q/s1600-h/272.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225715499301955378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV4j0ElZzI/AAAAAAAAASY/U6g-JTdXz4Q/s320/272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in India, I was fascinated that cows roamed the streets freely. I was not quite so fascinated here but still, chickens and hens roam the streets everywhere.  Isn't that a health hazard or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV39mxDHmI/AAAAAAAAASA/4MzUSeaFMKM/s1600-h/188.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225714842895326818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV39mxDHmI/AAAAAAAAASA/4MzUSeaFMKM/s320/188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pool at our condos- very nice.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225714838236385250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV39VaRT-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Z08tbI7x1IU/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The view from the beach, back to the condos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV3SzJeCUI/AAAAAAAAARw/sqtunJorzrI/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225714107484604738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV3SzJeCUI/AAAAAAAAARw/sqtunJorzrI/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV2sasNJ-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/HpErRbeitlo/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225713448084383714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV2sasNJ-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/HpErRbeitlo/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV2s1ilopI/AAAAAAAAARY/6Ixlq_ge48U/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225713455291802258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV2s1ilopI/AAAAAAAAARY/6Ixlq_ge48U/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The kitchen - almost as nice as my newly remodeled kitchen at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV2tJwQvCI/AAAAAAAAARg/UXF9f-W0_bA/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225713460717861922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV2tJwQvCI/AAAAAAAAARg/UXF9f-W0_bA/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we took a Kayak/Hiking tour. We kayaked out 2 miles, hiked about a mile to a water fall, where we had lunch, then turned around and went back the same distances. Can anyone guess whose kayak was ALWAYS at the front?  One of the couples called us show-offs when we cruised past them on the way home - I clarified that we are over achievers, not show-offs.  We had a really fun group and enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV2KrH2cpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/RQRl5kL60hE/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225712868379751058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV2KrH2cpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/RQRl5kL60hE/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is the waterfall we hiked to and swam in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV2LOLyoLI/AAAAAAAAARA/rWVVJJjtiVk/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225712877791518898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV2LOLyoLI/AAAAAAAAARA/rWVVJJjtiVk/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The kayaks on the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV2Lc2ZWBI/AAAAAAAAARI/cwRqHFooEh0/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225712881728313362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV2Lc2ZWBI/AAAAAAAAARI/cwRqHFooEh0/s320/115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're here and the weather is holding up most of the time, we're having a lot of fun.  Tomorrow we plan to snorkel (remember, I'm trying to get over my fear of that) then hike.  It should be another fun and tiring day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have not run once since we got here (yeah for running 5 1/2 miles before going to the airport on Saturday), nor does it look like I'll have time to do it tomorrow either.  I need to run at least a couple of times since the weekend after we return is a 14 mile training run - YIKES!!!  At least I am getting exercise on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;outings&lt;/span&gt;!  I miss Brayden and my daughters - wish they were here with us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-2728106453558503302?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/2728106453558503302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=2728106453558503302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/2728106453558503302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/2728106453558503302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/aloha-from-kauai.html' title='Aloha from Kauai'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SIV7Wlvq-YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/bcYWu_eNyfU/s72-c/346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-6437470671425126595</id><published>2008-07-17T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:22:34.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobble-head Brayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-43c686744106b24c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43c686744106b24c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45B4F0C6CD75189488C38AC9ED47473BC9C48F7B.34B20A06B8D1365F6B79447EF3BCFE9F0980EF1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43c686744106b24c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrGpF4NuTqyDLhSaeoBEOBk6HynA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43c686744106b24c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329958744%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45B4F0C6CD75189488C38AC9ED47473BC9C48F7B.34B20A06B8D1365F6B79447EF3BCFE9F0980EF1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43c686744106b24c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrGpF4NuTqyDLhSaeoBEOBk6HynA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brayden's holding his head up really well these days. He loves being in the Jumperoo, but does get tired after a while. I'm going to miss him SO much when I'm out of town next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224172943289398450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SH_9nPH4tLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oxu_cpGC8Qc/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224172951281228722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SH_9ns5SW7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/CC8KoB_7xNo/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Running is going great - so far I think I'm going to be able to up my running to 4 days a week. I will miss doing the 12 mile run with the group on Sunday but I guess that I can take consolation in the fact that I'll be on a beach in Hawaii instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-6437470671425126595?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=43c686744106b24c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6437470671425126595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=6437470671425126595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6437470671425126595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6437470671425126595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/braydens-first-video-blog.html' title='Bobble-head Brayden'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SH_9nPH4tLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oxu_cpGC8Qc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-5695359303484099445</id><published>2008-07-16T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:19:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 things you may or may not know about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;1.  I do not run nearly as much as I want to/should.  I'm not unhappy about the distances I run, just the frequency. I am committing to running a minimum of 4 times a week instead of the 2-3 times a week I am running now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;2.  Running has apparently sped up my metabolism - mostly a good thing.  Well, it's not so good if you think you ate recently enough to drink 2 martinis, and find out too late that you should have eaten again before drinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;3.  I need to stop being such a chicken about things I cannot control, namely the open water, heights and speed.  On my upcoming trip to Hawaii, I will commit to conquering at least one of these fears.  I'm thinking it might be snorkeling without freaking out that something will touch me or I will get lost from the group and be stranded in the middle of the ocean.  I'm not ready to conquer a zip line or helicopter ride - maybe after I am comfortable with the snorkeling and after I complete my first marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;4.  I hate to be bored.  I cannot handle relaxing by the pool or beach all day. I must be moving to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;5.  I'm never going to get rid of this last 5 pounds I want to lose.  I have decided that I'm fortunate enough to basically eat what I want (in moderation, of course) and maintain my weight, because of my running.  For that I am thankful and will stop talking about losing weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;6.  Being 45 is cool.  It is a nice round number and I feel better than ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;7.  Sleeping in is over-rated.  My body wakes me up by 6:30 every morning, whether I need to get up or not.  This is wonderful for running before it gets too hot in the day, but I suspect it will annoy both of us in Hawaii when I am restless in bed at that hour.  Is it even light out at 6:30 a.m. in Hawaii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;8.  I will try not to OD on shrimp in Hawaii.  I'm allergic to iodine and if I eat shrimp (which contain iodine) a couple of days in a row, i break out.  This will make my mother happy as shrimp are not kosher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I hope to learn more about myself on my quest to over come my fears and become more disciplined in my running.  I'll let you know how it goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-5695359303484099445?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5695359303484099445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=5695359303484099445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5695359303484099445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5695359303484099445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/8-things-you-may-or-may-not-know-about.html' title='8 things you may or may not know about me'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-9172982775294765287</id><published>2008-07-13T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:39:46.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big 45 and the great outdoors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I celebrated my 45th birthday. As anyone who knows me well will attest, I like to celebrate birthday week, not just day (wait till 50 - I'm taking the whole month of July). Harvey baked me my favorite cake - yellow cake with chocolate frosting. My favorite piece is always from the middle, so I just snuck one right out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqos5IDhoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JOswuamxgds/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222672207091828354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqos5IDhoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JOswuamxgds/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friday, my brother and his family were coming through Austin so I met them at McKinney Falls State Park. It was hot out but a great day overall. I just thought these trees in the picnic area were so pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqotcgzX9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZbZPt4BHMaI/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222672216590868434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqotcgzX9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZbZPt4BHMaI/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Since I got to the park before everyone else, I decided to take a self portrait with the self timer. I was just being silly.  My mom said that she didn't recognize the teenager in the picture before she realized it was me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqot9hty-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/nWTW8KyUYiU/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222672225453067234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqot9hty-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/nWTW8KyUYiU/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aaron and Alexis took some great pictures in the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqouv4QsmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6G0Vnq5o8mw/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222672238969401954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqouv4QsmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6G0Vnq5o8mw/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We actually got Alexis to sit still long enough to take a pictures with mom. A very pretty picture of both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqo2zwLPbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cC00q1P9teo/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222672377448185266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqo2zwLPbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cC00q1P9teo/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Isaac and the twins spent quite a bit of time jumping off the cliffs.  Aaron was a bit apprehensive at first (that's my boy), but once he jumped there was no stopping him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222673686633271122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqqDA2OT1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/UtDHBhz4Fu4/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After the park, they all came back to the house to chill with Brayden for a little while before taking off to Lakeway for the weekend.  Those hairy legs in the background belong to my brother, not me, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222673848053974338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqqMaL6xUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zVRy0_sH81g/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last night, my friend, Terri, had a few of us over to dinner. She is Tia to so many of her own nieces and nephews that feeding Brayden while standing, with one free hand, was no big deal for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222673873252136322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqqN4DoNYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/LOLAEsy9bnY/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is Terri's dog Max.  He stuck his tongue out at precisely the moment I was snapping the picture.  What a cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222674598231003410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqq4E0D0RI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UWCFD3kXVLE/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is the cake that Trisha brought to celebrate my birthday - Dulce de Leche cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory.  It was amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222674607402448642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqq4m-s9wI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4KYaewUC4Ko/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brayden was with us while Rachel was out with her friends.  He was just happy to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222673852673927554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqqMrZZqYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/oPff_ChiSBY/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now this was not even a real party, and we were completely sober, but I just happened to snap the camera as some funny business was going on.  I'm not going to say who this is...suffice it to say I'm going to get beat up for posting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222673862313989810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqqNPTxVrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TDdpCO-WPLk/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today I had my 12 mile training run.  Our group did 7 miles but one of the other ladies and I did 12.  Well, really I clocked 12.59, but whose counting?  I felt amazingly strong at the end of the run.  A couple of people commented on my lack of sweat, which was surprising, considering I was out there for 2 hours and 47 minutes, either running or walking the whole time.  I did good with staying on pace, which pleased me.  I did drink lots of water and felt great, so I doubt I was dehydrated.  I tried the Luna gummy fruits today during the run - I think one of them messed up a crown in my mouth.  Tomorrow I call the dentist and have it checked out before Hawaii.  The countdown is on...6 days till we take off and Harvey's planning our day trips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-9172982775294765287?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/9172982775294765287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=9172982775294765287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/9172982775294765287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/9172982775294765287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-45-and-great-outdoors.html' title='The big 45 and the great outdoors'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHqos5IDhoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/JOswuamxgds/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-8073012530109176782</id><published>2008-07-09T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:47:53.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Present to Myself and Brilliance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Here's my confession - Harvey try to remain calm! I think I just enjoyed the world's most expensive salad. Today at lunch I had to run an errand at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;REI&lt;/span&gt; so I thought I would just have something fresh and healthy at Whole Foods since it is across the street from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;REI&lt;/span&gt; and I had never been there for lunch. First let me start by saying that if you've never been in there for a meal (not the grocery side), get ready to be overwhelmed. They have an amazing selection of gourmet sandwiches, salads and other fresh food. Some they prepare on the spot, some are self serve, but all are amazing looking. I wandered around with the "deer in the headlights look" for about 10 minutes, just trying to figure out where to start. Being that I'm easily overwhelmed, I decided on the 50' or so of salad bars - I kid you not. I was like a kid in a candy store...no clue how much I was spending since you pay by the pound, and I was just filling my dish with careless abandon. Apparently heavy food is more appealing to me than light, fluffy things like lettuce. I get to the register and nearly had a heart attack when the 1.27 pounds of salad rang up at a whopping $10.15. Seriously - it wasn't all that big, just HEAVY. But tomorrow is my birthday so I just sang "Happy Birthday" to myself (using my inside voice, of course) as I enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Harvey and I are going to Hawaii July 19-28, which I am very excited about. Half of the trip will be on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kauai&lt;/span&gt; and half on Oahu. What I'm not excited about is that my marathon training plan calls for a 12 mile run the weekend we arrive. While it doesn't exactly have to be run on the day it's scheduled, I still need to do a 12 mile run sometime before our 14 mile run on August 3. My plan was to find a 3 mile route and run it 4 times, or 4 miles 3 times. Either way, kind of boring. Today I got an email from one of the ladies I ran with last weekend during our 5 mile run. She remembered today that I said I would be out of town for the 12 mile run and she just realized that she would be too. So she sent me an email and suggested that instead of the 7 miles that we are scheduled to run this weekend, that we run that course with the group and do a final 5 miles on the hike &amp;amp; bike trail, where we can find water every 2-2.5 miles, then run the 7 miler when we're on our own. Yeah Lynn - she's my hero and I now have an hour of my vacation back with 5 less miles to run while I'm there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-8073012530109176782?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8073012530109176782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=8073012530109176782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8073012530109176782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8073012530109176782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-birthday-present-to-myself-and.html' title='My Birthday Present to Myself and Brilliance!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-7148316679191447726</id><published>2008-07-09T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:13:01.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is Brayden chilling out in his crib, surrounded by beautiful things. The soft blanket behind his head is one of my favorites - very puffy soft on once side, silky soft on the other. The blanket on top of him was hand made by one of Rachel's friends and is beautiful. He loves to just hang out and watch the mobile move round &amp;amp; round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCrID2k3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/RRZ0LVxk048/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221011914183054194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCrID2k3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/RRZ0LVxk048/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He wants so badly to stand up. He pushes a lot with his legs though balance is still an issue at such a young age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCrWK3bpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/SApd8M8zwfE/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221011917970566802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCrWK3bpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/SApd8M8zwfE/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brayden is so happy that Valerie is home from camp. He missed her and is trying to convince her to transfer to UT and not go back to San Marcos, since he won't get to see her as much. Stupid gas prices make it so expensive to even drive the 50 miles back home! Remember when it was cheaper and easier to drive home to do laundry than it was to do it at school? No more, especially since Valerie will have a washer &amp;amp; dryer in her all expenses paid apartment in the fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCryid-gI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rqGmziKtEr0/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221011925585754626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCryid-gI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rqGmziKtEr0/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the look on both Rachel &amp;amp; Tootsie's faces here. Tootsie's just loving being there and Rachel's just silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCVyvC8MI/AAAAAAAAAOA/tp3a8Sy-bEI/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221011547681386690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCVyvC8MI/AAAAAAAAAOA/tp3a8Sy-bEI/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;More chilling time with mama and Bray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCWEOEu5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/y6Ie87JnjBM/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221011552374930322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCWEOEu5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/y6Ie87JnjBM/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This picture was taken mid-sneeze. I just love the look on his face and the little sound he makes when he sneezes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCWcAdAkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-beEf691MmY/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221011558760251970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCWcAdAkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-beEf691MmY/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brayden has about a zillion cousins - we're all lucky to be surround by family. Sara &amp;amp; Rebecca were passing through for a visit after attending a wedding the night before in Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCW3ES8LI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9TMZ95w4xe4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221011566024126642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCW3ES8LI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9TMZ95w4xe4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here's an older picture of Bray in his car seat at about 3 weeks old. He needed a bumper to hold his head up and had room to move.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221014513089551282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTFCZvcm7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Oo5hv1ErUL0/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And here he is at almost 12 weeks old, barely fitting into the same car seat, no bumper. I know people like to keep babies in their infant seats until closer to a year old, but honestly, there's no way he'll fit for much longer. He's weighing in around 18 pounds so he'll be out of this one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCZOu5NsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/AXg7npvcBAY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221011606736549570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCZOu5NsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/AXg7npvcBAY/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been holding pretty steady here - 70's in the mornings, 90's in the afternoons, so I've been getting my running done in the mornings. I'm still struggling with getting up early to run, but I am getting my minimum 2 runs during the week in. This week is the torture 7 mile hilly run on Sunday. YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-7148316679191447726?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7148316679191447726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=7148316679191447726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7148316679191447726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7148316679191447726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-brayden-chilling-out-in-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHTCrID2k3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/RRZ0LVxk048/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-5251364476028286776</id><published>2008-07-07T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:02:15.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncharacteristically deep thoughts for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Okay - a warning before I start - I'm about to get deep in thought today. I've been reading other blogs written by friends and am amazed at the different messages people use their blogs for. All different but all beautiful in their own ways. I won't use names but some of you may recognize your own here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;One friend uses her blog to showcase her kids, much as I do with Brayden. However, hers moves me to tears as she so beautifully describes the daily miracles of her almost one year old daughter with Downs Syndrome. The things that most of us take for granted in our children and grandchildren, my friend appreciates at such a magnified level. Reading her blog makes me appreciate even more the simple things in life. Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;One blog is written by a very spiritual person. While I typically read to be light-hearted and not so serious, this blog has made me stop and think a little deeper sometimes. His latest posting was a movie review, which I started to read under protest (internally) as it was so serious. By the end of the posting I was smiling in appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;My high-tech-redneck/deep thinking friend always surprises me, as you never know which perspective he'll be writing from. Some days he has me laughing, whether it's the blog or emails from him, and some days he makes me stop and go "Hmmmmm". He wrote one particular one this past week in praise of our men and women in the military that also brought me to tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;One friend uses her blog much as I do - to catch everyone up on her family. I enjoy these as I like watching her son grow (even though she took way too much time off for a while) and just love seeing pictures of him having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;And finally is the friend who predominately uses pictures and very few words.  However, the few pictures that he does caption, and the very infrequent times that he does write a bit, his love and pride in in his wife, son and daughter are so apparent to me that long narratives are not necessary.  Though I've traveled to the other side of the world with this friend on a business trip, I had never met his family.  If it wasn't for his wonderful pictures, I would not have recognized his wife and kids when I ran into them at Home Depot and been able to introduced myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Well, you all know what I do with mine...brag about Brayden and my family, as well as my marathon training progress. As he starts sitting, crawling and doing more on his own, expect the blogs to get longer. Also, as my marathon training progresses and pushes me beyond any endurance levels than I've pushed myself before, you'll hear of both pain and pride that I am anticipating. Until then, thanks for reading! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-5251364476028286776?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5251364476028286776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=5251364476028286776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5251364476028286776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5251364476028286776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/uncharacteristically-deep-thoughts-for.html' title='Uncharacteristically deep thoughts for today'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-218063509181274940</id><published>2008-07-05T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:05:45.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4 of July Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; says hello with a wave of his hand. He asked me to wish you all a happy 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219724458557396530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAvvWG7VjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fIt8w8c5o3I/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think something startled him here - he's just all big eyed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219724461265398498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAvvgMkKuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/B6gn1EPUtDM/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We spent Saturday at the lake with our friends. This long weekend has almost been like vacation as we've been together all weekend. Thursday night we all had dinner together. Friday, I went for a 20 mile bike ride, while the guys golfed. Afterwards we had a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July BBQ/Pool Party, followed by fireworks show in the middle of Eli's street. Saturday I went for a 4 mile run, followed by a day at the lake - here are just a few pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;They say I'm the chatter box of the family, but he's the one gabbing on the phone while we're out on the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219724470941232530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAvwEPdrZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5Gx4js8G8tM/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here's a few of the gang - Debbie, Clement, Harvey &amp;amp; Lindsay, at the start of our day of boating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219724477182264018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAvwbfcQtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Dspts2JYMfU/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is one of those cheesy pictures...you know...you, taking a picture of me, taking a picture of you. Dan and I are cheesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAyJVmruOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/e2ZVNjyQ4yg/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219727104122009826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAyJVmruOI/AAAAAAAAAM4/e2ZVNjyQ4yg/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We finally got Harvey away from the phone and off he went to Kayak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAyJyS_7QI/AAAAAAAAANA/eyz4h7X6rWo/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219727111824076034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAyJyS_7QI/AAAAAAAAANA/eyz4h7X6rWo/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everyone knows that I am NOT a fan of being in the water, particularly when I can't see how deep it is or what's in it.  There were lots of little turtles poking their heads out of the water from time to time, so I was a bit nervous that one would snap at me.  However, I sucked it up and got in the water.  It was too hot not to spend some time in the water. I did enjoy it.  Maybe it was the couple of drinks I had before I got in that helped me relax!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219730005685732722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHA0yOxYhXI/AAAAAAAAANY/fFw-KeTk_x4/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After swimming around for a few hours, we went to County Line for some BBQ. This is a great picture of Rachel, Valerie and Maddie (Valerie's former room mate) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAyKfkiiAI/AAAAAAAAANI/qDecnk8HT_g/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219727123977242626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAyKfkiiAI/AAAAAAAAANI/qDecnk8HT_g/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And finally, a very happy but tired couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAyK1mHIaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MC5itSQClgo/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219727129889415586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAyK1mHIaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MC5itSQClgo/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tomorrow morning it's time for running group again - at 6:00!  This week is a short run week - just 5 miles.  If I am feeling spunky enough after our 5 miles, I may run a few more on my own - we'll see.  I have lots of extra calories from the partying all weekend to burn off!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-218063509181274940?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/218063509181274940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=218063509181274940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/218063509181274940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/218063509181274940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4-of-july-weekend.html' title='Happy 4 of July Weekend'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SHAvvWG7VjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fIt8w8c5o3I/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-1212115771333929472</id><published>2008-07-02T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:30:22.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is getting so strong and is holding his head up for longer periods of time now.  He really likes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jumperoo&lt;/span&gt;, which is a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGw1rzYkWTI/AAAAAAAAALw/-tvAi1cfQLk/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218605094859462962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGw1rzYkWTI/AAAAAAAAALw/-tvAi1cfQLk/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; ...so that he can work off these precious rolls.  Very cute as a baby, not so cute when he gets older.  Trust me on that - I've logged lots of miles running to try to get rid of mine!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218605417336854834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGw1-ktK2TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BOEXEZAPbkU/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; new favorite places for napping is on his activity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mat&lt;/span&gt; on the floor.  He can sleep on his tummy but still be close to the action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGw1soAkKPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0CctdwuP-VY/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218605108985866482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGw1soAkKPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0CctdwuP-VY/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think that maybe this bear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blankey&lt;/span&gt; may be a winner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt;.  He was so content hugging it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGw1tdvUMJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2wtsNlWw68U/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218605123409031314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGw1tdvUMJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2wtsNlWw68U/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He's just happy as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGw1uO8UroI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nf81CYupJAE/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218605136616926850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGw1uO8UroI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nf81CYupJAE/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Running is going well.  I have decided on my major races for the next 7 months.  I'm super excited about the San Antonio Marathon - my first full marathon - in November.  That will be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pinnacle&lt;/span&gt; of all my training.  In January, I'll go to Houston to run a half marathon.  Next will be another full marathon in Austin in February.  After that, who knows?  These next 3 races will just be about finishing.  After that, maybe I'll focus on improving my times as I suspect the first couple of full marathons will be challenge enough just to finish slowly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-1212115771333929472?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1212115771333929472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=1212115771333929472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1212115771333929472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1212115771333929472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/07/brayden-is-getting-so-strong-and-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGw1rzYkWTI/AAAAAAAAALw/-tvAi1cfQLk/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-5646951070067636585</id><published>2008-06-30T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:38:49.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Crib</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sunday night the crib was assembled by none other that Rachel and myself.  The box said "world's easiest assembly" and they were right - we didn't have to re-do any steps, as we typically do when I'm in charge of reading directions.  Look how big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; looks sitting up, with assistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGmW9oYOZfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gHYwp0ACZog/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217867628840642034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGmW9oYOZfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gHYwp0ACZog/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Here he sits up with the assistance of a pillow.  He's watching the mobile go round and round, enjoying the tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGmW904pHTI/AAAAAAAAALY/1g_1j3DfNHA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217867632197836082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGmW904pHTI/AAAAAAAAALY/1g_1j3DfNHA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He had an amazing first night in the crib.  Rachel put him down at about 8:30 and he did not wake up until her alarm went of at 6:30 in the morning.  This is where he was in the crib when he started the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGmW-Ru_gBI/AAAAAAAAALg/5qGiSH4MfEw/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217867639941988370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGmW-Ru_gBI/AAAAAAAAALg/5qGiSH4MfEw/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And this is where he was in the morning.  He turned himself almost 90 degrees.  Apparently he was craving the space to move as the bassinet was no bigger than he was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGmW-o1dLaI/AAAAAAAAALo/aXtTkeIsmBU/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217867646143114658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGmW-o1dLaI/AAAAAAAAALo/aXtTkeIsmBU/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I now know why they say to take a day off to recover after a long run.  Yesterday's run was a bit over 10 miles and felt great.  I felt no pain or soreness today, and it wasn't too terribly warm after dinner, so I decided to go for a short run.  I wasn't more than 1/4 mile into the run when I could feel some soreness and fatigue in my legs.  Never-the-less, I pressed on and ran about 3.5 miles.  And Harvey says I don't know moderation - of course I do...I didn't run 5 miles like I wanted to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-5646951070067636585?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/5646951070067636585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=5646951070067636585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5646951070067636585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/5646951070067636585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-crib.html' title='New Crib'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGmW9oYOZfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gHYwp0ACZog/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-6357840110933658549</id><published>2008-06-29T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:22:45.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First spin in the jumperoo and a 10 mile run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Brayden took his first spin in the Jumperoo (thanks Tammy &amp;amp; Mark for sharing).  He did a pretty good job of holding his head up as long as his arms were up top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGgI1nqKjQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aJgBrFTwTgw/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217429885580643586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGgI1nqKjQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aJgBrFTwTgw/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;More pictures of the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGgI16ZlvNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Q0eztRwJ208/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217429890611395794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGgI16ZlvNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Q0eztRwJ208/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGgI2bUKLFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lnFqxyfL2t8/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217429899446987858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGgI2bUKLFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lnFqxyfL2t8/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And after a feeding with Tia Tumana.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217430447044910306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGgJWTRrXOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OigFdVBFsHY/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today's training run with the group was awesome.  We ended up doing the 10 mile route, as Coach Will suggested that first time marathoners not run the 12 mile route.  I ran nice and slow, with my walk breaks every 3 minutes and felt amazing at the end of the run. I could easily have done a few more miles, but being that I had been up since 4:45, I decided to come home, shower and nap a bit before picking Brayden up from Nelson's, then meeting friends for lunch.  Well, I got all of that done except for the napping part. That came in after lunch with Brayden sleeping on top of me.  What a great way to nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-6357840110933658549?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6357840110933658549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=6357840110933658549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6357840110933658549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6357840110933658549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-spin-in-jumperoo-and-10-mile-run.html' title='First spin in the jumperoo and a 10 mile run'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGgI1nqKjQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/aJgBrFTwTgw/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-7119251966036396786</id><published>2008-06-28T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:55:22.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah - new pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, I finally made the time for new pictures again. The big news this week is that Brayden is definitely sleeping through the night.  Yeah for Rachel.  His new crib is in and we hope to have it set up before the end of the weekend.  He's still losing his longer new born hair and the new stuff is growing in quickly.  Lucky for him he doesn't have to worry about male pattern baldness for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGZpOS_dP_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CJgfgYoyEek/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216972912692379634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGZpOS_dP_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CJgfgYoyEek/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; As big as he is, he still looks tiny when put into perspective.  Here he is napping in Rachel's bed.  Suddenly he's not so big to me, but still darned cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216973769531644258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGZqAK922WI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kBFXsVKIsIA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rachel had to take the other bouncy to the baby-sitter's house, so that he has one there.  This one is awesome (thanks Judy &amp;amp; Craig) because when he gets bigger, it becomes a rocking chair.  He'll definitely need to be able to hold his head up as he will be taller than the back before long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGZpOzlU8qI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-lKJAkSjuBE/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216972921441153698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGZpOzlU8qI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-lKJAkSjuBE/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Valerie (aka Tia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tumana&lt;/span&gt;) is home from camp and we could not be happier to have her back.  She'll be in Austin working at HEB and going to summer school for most of the rest of the summer.  She took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; out for some sun time, but made sure to protect his precious eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGZpPfiHa1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/KdO0tb__L_c/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216972933238844242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGZpPfiHa1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/KdO0tb__L_c/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Valerie definitely had lots of dirty clothes to wash after being a camp.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; kicking it back in her clean clothes (he was too smart to lie in the dirty clothes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGZpP3IDcJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IK38CoNX7-8/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216972939571982482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGZpP3IDcJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IK38CoNX7-8/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a big day for my running - I'll just have to remember to take it nice and slow to cover the 12 miles (I'm going to tough it out and do the 12 mile route instead of 10, I think).  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-7119251966036396786?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7119251966036396786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=7119251966036396786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7119251966036396786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7119251966036396786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah-new-pictures.html' title='Yeah - new pictures'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SGZpOS_dP_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CJgfgYoyEek/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-1215765682508013525</id><published>2008-06-26T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:45:16.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, no pictures today, just me gabbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lots of stuff going on - I'm so distracted that I don't have any new pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; since my last posting.  No pictures but always plenty to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rachel started her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;externship&lt;/span&gt; this week on Wednesday - that is the final phase for her to complete in order to graduate in August.  She is working as a (free) medical assistant at a family practice office.  After graduation, she should start working for pay - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YIPEE&lt;/span&gt;!  While I realized it's only day 2 of being back in the workforce, and this time with a child, I will say that Rachel's doing an awesome job of getting things organized the night before so that she's not rushed or forgetting things in the mornings as well as staying on track with her diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is sleeping through the night for 7-9 hour stretches at a time, which is perfect timing to coincide with Rachel's return to work.  Fortunately he's letting her sleep as they continue to share a room.  Unfortunately, 7:30 p.m. seems to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; be-witching hour as he tends to get grumpy at about that time every night now.  He's off and on cranky until he gets his bath and final bottle for the night, then falls to sleep pretty quickly.  His new crib is on order as he's really too big for the bassinet at this point.  I would love to say that we'll have it picked up and assembled by the end of the weekend, but we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My marathon training is continuing on track.  Physically, I'm feeling in better shape than ever.  The hills are not killing me like they used to - for that I am so thankful.  Same for the heat, though I'm running at 6 a.m. when the sun is not intense.  It's humid and typically in the mid to upper 70's but I'm running through it.  We'll see how it goes as we start the long runs on Sunday at 6 a.m. this week instead of 7 a.m. because of the amount of time we'll be on the road.  This weekend we're running 10-12 miles on Sunday.  Our awesome coach will have water and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gatorade&lt;/span&gt; stops set out for us and my pace group is awesome to run with, so it should all be manageable.  I so look forward to fall when the temperatures cool down at least a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tootsie is not handling running in the heat as well as I am - she is definitely slowing down when we run.  I bought her this &lt;a href="http://www.koolcollar4dogs.com/"&gt;Cool Collar&lt;/a&gt;, thinking that it would help her stay cool.  Apparently all it does is annoy her instead as she does not like when I put it on her.  Her run-in with the car a couple of weekends ago has left her very freaked out.  She tries to pull me further up the curb each time a car passes.  That makes running with her difficult if it's anything but very early, when there are very few cars out on the road.  Hopefully that will pass soon too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I promise to get new pictures up in the next day or two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-1215765682508013525?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/1215765682508013525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=1215765682508013525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1215765682508013525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/1215765682508013525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-no-pictures-today-just-me-gabbing.html' title='Sorry, no pictures today, just me gabbing'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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-1841745723301471329.post-7139987830560787220</id><published>2008-06-22T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:12:22.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The funnest race ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; is as cute as ever. Last night I was baby sitting but this time we didn't dress him up in theme like we did with the golf pictures. Nevertheless, he's precious. His favorite place to hang out continues to be the bouncy seat. As soon as he can hold his head up, we'll upgrade him to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jumperoo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SF7jW6rW2DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/07EJhEGK08U/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214855401389348914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SF7jW6rW2DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/07EJhEGK08U/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He's not a big fan these days of hanging out on his tummy, but he was definitely content/tired here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SF7jXeihBpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/O_9UjtoMG8c/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214855411015943826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SF7jXeihBpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/O_9UjtoMG8c/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today he did a better job of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lifting&lt;/span&gt; his head for his mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214861327155116274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SF7ov14AuPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/N3jMImBPkns/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My marathon training continues to go great. I had a wonderful running week and decided to take a break from running today to participate in the Urban Assault Race.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is how the website describes the race - and it lived up to their description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Urban Assault Ride™ is a funky bike scavenger hunt that involves street-smart riding, obstacle courses, and a huge after party. Mental muscle is just as important as bike skills as teams of 2 choose their own course to checkpoints around the city. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The event is well known for its checkpoints where zany obstacle courses must be completed before moving on. We're talking modified Big Wheels, Bike Jousting, The Keg Walk, Inflatable Slides...and much more. The first team to hit all of the checkpoints and cross the finish line wins! Then the party begins with New Belgium beer and lots more two-wheeled shenanigans!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SF7jXi7LLbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lEO38rMysF8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214855412193111474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SF7jXi7LLbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lEO38rMysF8/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; I have done a few adventure races before and hated them. They were so stressful. Well today's race was different.  We knew 8 of the 12 locations in advance - the other 4 were mysteries that we had to follow clues to find. The clues were awful but the other participants were awesome. This was very much a fun event, not competitive. We were all giving each other hints and help. I even had one guy volunteer to change my flat tire while I did one of the events (yes, I took him up on it). The winners got something like a t-shirt and pair of socks, so obviously it wasn't the prize that was the attraction. I think we rode around 20-25 miles, but don't know for sure since I didn't remember my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Garmin&lt;/span&gt; and Trish kept forgetting to turn hers back on half of the time when we finished an event. Bottom line - we had fun and got lots of exercise - what more can I ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-7139987830560787220?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7139987830560787220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=7139987830560787220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7139987830560787220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7139987830560787220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/06/funnest-race-ever.html' title='The funnest race ever!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SF7jW6rW2DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/07EJhEGK08U/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-8247741259595893470</id><published>2008-06-19T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:31:11.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden turns 2 (months) old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We were all so impressed with Brayden's size when he was born. As a reminder, here's what he looked like the day he was born. He was 21 inches, 10 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFqTOktnnkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/25i_EFGlzos/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213641397217238594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFqTOktnnkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/25i_EFGlzos/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Fast forward two months, and here's my little sumo wrestler at a whopping 25 inches, 17 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFqTPLvQsoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SjKlXm7nZqM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213641407693107842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFqTPLvQsoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SjKlXm7nZqM/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, Brayden just makes me fall more in love with him. He has such a great temperament - other than when he's hungry and he is pretty vocal with the only word he knows - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think that means "FEED ME NOW" but I'm not quite sure. As long as he's fed, he smiles at me when I sing to him (though I have an awful voice). His favorite songs (including hand motions), are Itsy Bitsy Spider, Twinkle Twinkle, There's a Spider on the Floor (Raffi) and the ABC's (sung and signed). I should probably learn some new songs soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday we went to Houston for Amanda's birthday/going away party. Brayden got to meet a lot of family, including his two youngest girlie cousins. We had to wrestle Gaby to get him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFqTPiXbWuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0XqJ_u5WIo8/s1600-h/AaronAllStarGameMay2008+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213641413767158498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFqTPiXbWuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0XqJ_u5WIo8/s320/AaronAllStarGameMay2008+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tia Dana and Brayden were both quite content together. It's almost been 9 years since her twins were this small! Time really flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFqTPseybLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DWHWAL1ex7A/s1600-h/AaronAllStarGameMay2008+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213641416482385074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFqTPseybLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DWHWAL1ex7A/s320/AaronAllStarGameMay2008+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can tell he's happy in Gaby's arms too - what a great smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFqTPwyVMBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_wgNFLvJNd8/s1600-h/AaronAllStarGameMay2008+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213641417638096914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFqTPwyVMBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_wgNFLvJNd8/s320/AaronAllStarGameMay2008+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Marathon training is progressing right on track. The heat is ridiculous but I'm becoming more acclimated to it as I've been trying to run at least two mornings a week, plus on the weekends. This means getting up at 5:30 a.m. to run before work, and before the really bad heat starts. It's been in the upper 70's with high humidity every morning since I started training, but at least the sun is not strong so early. I've been focusing on running more hills instead of avoiding them as I have in the past. It seems to be helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;On a final note for today, it turns out that I appear not to be predisposed to the heart issues on the Morel (maternal) side of the family. Isaac made me paranoid that my heart rate was too high when I run so I had the ticker checked out. My doctor sent me for an Echo Stress Test and I'm happy to report that the results couldn't be more boringly normal. I am good to keep training for and run the marathon. The doctor said she was impressed at how steady and normal the EKG's were throughout the test, and was more impressed when I told her that I had run 5 miles prior to arriving. Yeah for healthy heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-8247741259595893470?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/8247741259595893470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=8247741259595893470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8247741259595893470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/8247741259595893470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-were-all-so-impressed-with-braydens.html' title='Brayden turns 2 (months) old'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFqTOktnnkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/25i_EFGlzos/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-7523302784559388277</id><published>2008-06-16T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:11:05.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa keeps saying that he's going to take me golfing. I can't wait to ride in the golf cart like he promised. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; bought me this whole bag of golf clubs so that I can be prepared. Here's what my snoopy clubs look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFcS8tUQDVI/AAAAAAAAAII/kxWkn2untyM/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212655927870623058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFcS8tUQDVI/AAAAAAAAAII/kxWkn2untyM/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; I have my own tees. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; said that if I want to look like a real golfer I have to put a tee behind my ear like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFcS9AfRZgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FpJybw2NtVw/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212655933017122306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFcS9AfRZgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FpJybw2NtVw/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Okay, let's see...club - check....tee - check....balls - um, let me get a grip on one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFcS9iCVRMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KWURgSBSbCs/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212655942022546626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFcS9iCVRMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KWURgSBSbCs/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Okay, ball.....check&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212656957456866402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFcT4o0vXGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zNXZhkce7KQ/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now it's time to discuss the rules. Grandpa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; were watching Tiger win the US Open, while discussing the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212656967755059666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFcT5PMBUdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FdBNMkEkDd0/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Marathon training continues in the sweltering heat. I ran 7.6 very hilly miles on Sunday, by myself. I was going to meet my training group but we were leaving for Houston for the day, so I got my run in starting at 6:30 a.m. instead of 7:30, with no travel time. It was a hot, humid and hilly run, and I ran .6 miles more than I needed to (per the training schedule), but I felt great. I couldn't take Tootsie with me because she had an accident on Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was definitely my fault for walking her off the leash - she darted across the street after a squirrel and nearly got run over. The car stopped in time and Tootsie mostly skidded into the car - not a direct hit. In fact, I've seen her slide into the walls at home faster than she did into the car. However, she appears to have jacked up her back a little in the process. I took her to the vet and felt relieved that there was no real damage - nothing a few anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inflammatories&lt;/span&gt; and muscles relaxers couldn't fix. She's a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skiddish&lt;/span&gt; around moving cars and isn't supposed to run for a week, but no real harm done. From now on, she walks and runs on the leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-7523302784559388277?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7523302784559388277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=7523302784559388277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7523302784559388277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7523302784559388277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/06/fore.html' title='Fore!'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFcS8tUQDVI/AAAAAAAAAII/kxWkn2untyM/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-6049364581396656088</id><published>2008-06-14T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:37:24.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A humbling experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today I went to training to be a sighted running guide for the blind/visually impaired. As part of training, we had to run blindfolded, while holding a rope that is also held by a sighted runner. Now anyone who knows me well knows that I am afraid of the dark. Pair that with being on Town Lake on a Saturday morning, with SO many people running and cycling, I was very scared to start the training. I decided to dive in head first and be the "blind" runner before being the sighted runner. We started with a brisk walk. I kept waiting to run into a pole (not that there are ANY on the trail) or get run over by someone on a bike. My sighted partner was amazing. He talked to me the whole time, describing what was around me at all times. By the time we ran, I was completely at ease. Next came my turn to be the sighted runner. It really made me appreciate what I see as I was describing both the landscape and the traffic. I can't wait for our first race at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Brayden met Tia Terri. The liked each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFRUFA8RQaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/V2EppQY65dg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211883113903374754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFRUFA8RQaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/V2EppQY65dg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Brayden napped on the couch (I did the same earlier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFRUFmT8CqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Jy6z9ORZ1V4/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211883123934759586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFRUFmT8CqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Jy6z9ORZ1V4/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When he woke up he was all smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFRUG7qIqbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/gTfAP730ftI/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211883146844875186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFRUG7qIqbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/gTfAP730ftI/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; And finally, how freaking cute is he with his hands all bundled up? And how beautiful is his mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFRUH1cO6QI/AAAAAAAAAIA/De_RX88XmrA/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211883162355820802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFRUH1cO6QI/AAAAAAAAAIA/De_RX88XmrA/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-6049364581396656088?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/6049364581396656088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=6049364581396656088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6049364581396656088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/6049364581396656088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/06/humbling-experience.html' title='A humbling experience'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFRUFA8RQaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/V2EppQY65dg/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-7642119520877456358</id><published>2008-06-13T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:35:36.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bray's first bandaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; loves to hang out without his clothes on.  But his favorite place to hang out is also under the ceiling fan (which he loves to watch), so we put on his soft &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt; on (thanks Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bibeau&lt;/span&gt;) to protect him from the draft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFMBsbiPXCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p4AlPIfuPbY/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211511056615037986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFMBsbiPXCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p4AlPIfuPbY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; waking up after a nap.  He is so cuddly and smiley after his nap and I have a had time resisting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFMBtA_HEMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pXssJMG_Tnc/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211511066668241090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFMBtA_HEMI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pXssJMG_Tnc/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I must eat him up - apparently he is not as amused by that as I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFMBtlk22tI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mLidPxXgqnY/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211511076490238674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFMBtlk22tI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mLidPxXgqnY/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He started to snooze again so I decided to clip his nails with his baby clippers.  I got through the first 8 with no problems or resistance.  Number 9 was not so lucky as I hit skin and drew blood - way to go Gma!  He screamed like I've never heard before.  Nothing a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neosporin&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bandaid&lt;/span&gt; won't cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFMBtxMzkFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zA2KXI3_lPY/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211511079610585170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFMBtxMzkFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zA2KXI3_lPY/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a really bad exercise week for me.  We got back on Sunday from Buffalo and have had things going on all week.  We caught up on bills, laundry and whatnot on Monday, hung out at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ebbo's&lt;/span&gt; pool on Tuesday (see last blog), attended a birthday Happy Hour for Harvey's birthday on Wednesday and had Birthday Dinner at the club on Thursday.  I have a hard time not having my down-time in the evenings, which makes it hard for me to sleep well at night.  That in turn, makes it hard for me to get up and run before work, which I haven't done all week.  Oh well, we did walk for about 45 minutes one night, and it's less than a week, so I'll survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saturday I'll training to be a sighted running guide for a blind runner with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runningeyes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Running Eyes for the Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.  Sunday will bring another tough 7 mile run through the hills of Austin, followed by a quick shower and a drive to Houston to help celebrate Amanda's 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday and to say farewell as she takes off to start her first post-graduation job.  So much for resting this weekend either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-7642119520877456358?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/7642119520877456358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=7642119520877456358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7642119520877456358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/7642119520877456358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/06/brays-first-bandaid.html' title='Bray&apos;s first bandaid'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SFMBsbiPXCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p4AlPIfuPbY/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-3853134347580351134</id><published>2008-06-10T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:12:22.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayen's first swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brayden in his new swim trunks, before his first dip in a pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE9B25Y_nbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eXOY9MxwkiU/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210455705265348018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE9B25Y_nbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eXOY9MxwkiU/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;His first swim with mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE9B3mnZ47I/AAAAAAAAAGo/to5NA5hZbkE/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210455717405385650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE9B3mnZ47I/AAAAAAAAAGo/to5NA5hZbkE/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He's happy in water - much unlike his Gma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE9B4PDokZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HdJBll28ksg/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210455728261206418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE9B4PDokZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HdJBll28ksg/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here are Brayden and Aiden, playing together in the pool.  Well, not really playing together so much as being in the pool at the same time.  They will grow up to be buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE9B4rwVJHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2Kcdmu2k0I8/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210455735964869746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE9B4rwVJHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2Kcdmu2k0I8/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Again, my two favorite guys, chillin' in the shade after a long day of work/play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE9B5ElsoAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NhJ2PGbZ_oc/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210455742631157762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE9B5ElsoAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NhJ2PGbZ_oc/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-3853134347580351134?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/3853134347580351134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=3853134347580351134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3853134347580351134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/3853134347580351134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/06/brayens-first-swim.html' title='Brayen&apos;s first swim'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE9B25Y_nbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eXOY9MxwkiU/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-592616521435402662</id><published>2008-06-09T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:07:23.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First big boy stroller ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The stroller is back in commission and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; got his first walk in it without the car seat. He was much happier being able to stretch out. What is amazing to me is that he fills it out this well at 3 days shy of 8 weeks old. How will he ever fit in it at a year or more old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE3rwn4dQTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DySRAx4Qwv8/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210079564509561138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE3rwn4dQTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DySRAx4Qwv8/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rachel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; - just as it is hard to believe he's only 8 weeks old, it's also great to see how wonderful Rachel looks in the same amount of time, especially after having a c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE3ryDY2WQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h4KXOE4fXpQ/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210079589073049858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE3ryDY2WQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h4KXOE4fXpQ/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I keep saying how what an angel he is, but the truth is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; clearly knows how to have a temper tantrum when he doesn't get his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE3rze9KqQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vmTgZEUoF_M/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210079613653002498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE3rze9KqQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vmTgZEUoF_M/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chu&lt;/span&gt; talking about Willis?  I told you, no more bath tub pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210082502068183634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE3ubnJAolI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2Cv1gVduxrg/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rachel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brayden&lt;/span&gt; have both been bathed and we're one big happy family.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210082510290217586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE3ucFxS6nI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/egLa8zt4V5s/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The newborn hair seems to be falling out as the new layer grows beneath.  There's no telling what kind of hair will come through - his genetics is a mix of straight, curly, soft and coarse...we'll just have to wait to see what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brayden's&lt;/span&gt; hair will be like.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210082521206126450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE3ucub2d3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/xqB6z6XrmGU/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841745723301471329-592616521435402662?l=saralisch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/feeds/592616521435402662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841745723301471329&amp;postID=592616521435402662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/592616521435402662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841745723301471329/posts/default/592616521435402662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saralisch.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-big-boy-stroller-ride.html' title='First big boy stroller ride'/><author><name>Sara Lisch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02030525768856349399</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/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE3rwn4dQTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DySRAx4Qwv8/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841745723301471329.post-4221230560451743611</id><published>2008-06-09T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T03:57:36.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;...always reset ALL watches when returning from another time zone. This morning I intended to get up at 5:30 so that I could sit at the hospital with a friend while her son has surgery. I woke up and looked at my watch, which said 5:26,close enough...so I got up and into the shower. As I was stepping out of the shower, I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 4:44, not 5:44. Um, yeah, I forgot to reset my watch off left coast time when we got back from Buffalo - it's going to be a LOOOOOOOOOOONG day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was able to get some runs in while I was in Buffalo. I enjoyed a 6 mile run through the neighborhoods on Friday morning, though carrying water would have been a smart option I did not take. Saturday morning I only intended to run a short 2 miles so that I could go walking with Robyn after, but as always, I got carried away while running down Main street and clocked 4 miles instead. Williamsville (where we stayed) is the town that time just remembered. It's an interesting mix of old ma &amp;amp; pa shops, and more modern, like Talbots and Starbucks. Very quaint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is the happy face I came home to last night after a weekend in Buffalo. Brayden is definitely smiling more now. He absolutely recognizes (and adores) me when I talk to him. He reacts to familiar voices and is such a happy baby. He slept through another 6 hour stint overnight, so hopefully it's a sign of things to come as Rachel starts job hunting and sleep becomes more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209825928875314754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE0FFFg7jkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dQR1WZ3QmJQ/s320/0608081748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is a picture of Harvey and the birthday girl, his mother. We all had a great time celebrating her first 75 years. This was the first day we saw her and she looks amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209829355065327842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE0IMhESQOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ma4AS3NeefA/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Off we went to Ellicottville, NY. Where? Uh, yeah, exactly. Thanks Bonnie for setting that up and the memories of, um, nothing. Well, there was this picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209829371855865634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE0INfndhyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cVQQFn40ApY/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This picture was taken at brunch on Saturday morning. What's interesting is that these are all cousins and I think that the height gene grew over time. The shortest (David) is actually the oldest, and the youngest (Michael) is the tallest. I believe that most of them are full grown now, though the jury is still out on Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209829379854947474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdexC0vEbaA/SE0IN9al1JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tt8jjZC3lyY/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And finally, Harvey and myself at the celebration dinner. It was a nice weekend but it's good to be home.&lt
