<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 04:03:51 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>From the doghouse...</title><description>Life in the Cadle-Campana household.</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/doghouse.htm</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-6818208978140282356</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-11T20:03:51.776-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mateo</category><title>My heart.</title><description>Obviously I've been a bit slow with my blogging lately, but I've been crazy busy.  Pathetically, I haven't been busy with anything other than cleaning.  I recently got back into my cleaning routine, but somewhere along the way I got a little carried away.  Before I knew it, I was doing heavy cleaning for many hours a day.  On the plus side, everything is feeling fresh and organized in the house, so I am feeling accomplished as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mateo has been so cute lately.  I often tell him "you're my heart."  Tonight after reading his books to him he said to me, "Mommy, your reading is good."  That was sweet enough, but then he added "You're the bestest my heart."  And he kissed me.  Made me melt all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-6818208978140282356?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/03/my-heart.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-6790103909267067454</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-05T08:48:34.454-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mateo</category><title>Mateo's Three Year Well Check.</title><description>Mateo had his three year well check this morning.  Since he was in the doctor's office a few weeks ago for a flu test (swab up the nose), he wasn't too thrilled about being there.  But he had his starfish keychain in his hand to squeeze to give him bravery.  (The results of which are debatable.)  Anyhow, he's in the 15th percentile weighing in at 28 pounds, and he's in the 25th percentile measuring in at 36.5" tall.  His iron levels were healthy, and his ears have healed from his double ear infections a couple weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he didn't like was the thumb prick for the iron test and the Hep B vaccination.  (They had a shortage previously, so he got his today.)  What I'm not liking is that we will need to do physical therapy for his toe walking.  Sigh...  This will be our second time doing physical therapy with him, as he did it for a good 8 months during his first year for his neck issues.  We do what we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other notable milestones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mateo loves to talk.  He is starting to make up his own stories or act things out from books or shows (Thomas the Tank Engine and Veggie Tales).  He loves to help around the house.  Lately I've been having him sort and put up silverware when I empty the dishwasher.  His little broom provides lots of fun for him, too.  Let's hope it lasts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas the Tank Engine and all Thomas' train friends still occupy most of his playing time around the house.  He gets down on an eye level with them to talk to them, play with them, and act out various "rescue" scenarios.  It's pretty cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mateo has also taken on a parenting role in that he corrects his mother (ahem) when she says "yeah."  He says, "Not 'yeah', Mommy.  'Yes.'"  Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also really likes singing songs - the sillier the better.  He's known his alphabet and the sounds since he was age 2 to 2.5, but now he's showing interest in reading.  He can sight read simple words like "cat, dog, frog, bug" and a few others.  We're still working on sounding words out.  He has "spelled" two words so far - OGW (agua) and LGO (log).  One of my biggest hopes for him is that he loves to read like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still has issues with textures - doesn't like certain foods (any kind of pasta, plain meats, veggies) and doesn't like to touch certain things (fingerpaints, gooey foods, etc.), but we're working on it still.  He's been showing a desire to control more things in his life - clothing choices, food choices, etc.  So we let him - even if it means a Thomas the Tank Engine shirt over a dinosaur pj top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Mateo is doing great and has fun every day.  He makes us laugh and brings us more joy than we ever imagined.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-6790103909267067454?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/03/mateos-three-year-well-check.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-7512010610602064809</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-23T19:49:10.512-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Weather</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dogs</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mateo</category><title>Snow in Austin!</title><description>Today we had nearly a full day of snow in Austin.  It was awesome.  The flakes were huge and fat and fell heavy from the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she wouldn't miss out on the snow while she was traveling, I took some pictures across the street at my neighbor Deanna's house.  Her desert century plant presents quite a juxtaposition to the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0213-714311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0213-713831.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's the field across the street from our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0209-713408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0209-712870.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The dogs enjoyed the snow, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0229-785266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0229-784770.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So did Mateo.  We made a snowman.  He has peanut butter pretzel eyes and a baby carrot nose.  He's a little grassy, but we like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0245-785966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0245-785494.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I offered "snow ice cream" to Mateo, scooping some fresh snow from the hammock, but he got completely grossed out yelling "yucky yucky yucky!" when I took a bite.  Boys...  *rolling eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-7512010610602064809?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/02/snow-in-austin.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-2619620550960342829</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 17:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-22T14:13:41.903-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Events</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mateo</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Holidays</category><title>Happy Birthday, Mateo!!</title><description>My baby boy is now "free" years old.  We celebrated his birthday at The Little Gym of Austin.  He and his friends had a grand time!  The Little Gym teachers gave Mateo tons of special attention, which he was eating up.  The party started with some free time in the gym and bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0110-797718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0110-797304.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then the kids got birthday cake stamps on their hands.  Mateo got three - one on each hand and another on his forehead.  After they played with balls and danced to a song, they brought out the air truck.  The children sat on it while it inflated and then jumped on it.  It was a HUGE hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0111-798492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0111-798055.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0136-778274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0136-777788.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then they brought out a huge wheel and gave the kids rides on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0165-789045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0165-788608.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0166-794277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0166-793790.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0167-724752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0167-724204.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once all the little hands were sanitized, they formed a birthday train, with Mateo at the front.  Boy did he love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0180-741272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0180-740802.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next came food and cake!  We served sandwiches, Veggie Straws, oranges, and strawberries.  We were so proud of Mateo - he blew out his candle at the right time and with only one try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0181-778880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0181-778475.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0192-773181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0192-772748.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously our friends and family were very generous.  Mateo has played with pretty much every toy more than once.  He was a happy boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0196-774038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0196-773418.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Big thank you to everyone for the lovely gifts, but mostly for spending your time to celebrate Mateo's birthday with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-2619620550960342829?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/02/happy-birthday-mateo.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-9174347623659057306</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 20:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-17T13:09:47.379-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Books</category><title>The Poisonwood Bible.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/poisonwood-bible-701143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/poisonwood-bible-701141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not often that a novel requires 3am bedtimes, but this one does.  It's a fascinating read about a family (father, mother, and four daughters) who leave the life they know in the southern USA to live in the African Congo during the 1970s.  The country's fight for survival amid corruption, assassinations, and political turmoil is the backdrop for the fight for every day survival by those of the people.  The jungle is harsh and unforgiving, but the villagers rise to the challenge.  At the end of the day, the members of this white missionary family, each in their own way, learn that while they can't change the jungle, the jungle does change them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly HIGHLY recommend this book.  Five stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-9174347623659057306?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/02/poisonwood-bible.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-6496941815897481158</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-16T20:20:13.832-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Health</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mateo</category><title>Pancakes make everything better.</title><description>Mateo has the flu.  I have the flu.  We're praying Rafi doesn't get it.  Mateo also has double ear infections.  That said, he's still playing with his trains and is relatively happy.  I, on the other hand, haven't been.  I'm still functional, but this thing has been dragging me down.  I'm sure not being able to call in sick to my job of motherhood might have something to do with it.  I think, though, that the worst is behind us.  Mateo is on antibiotics for his ears, and I've been trying to rest in between meal making, cleaning, changing diapers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to our illnesses we missed the Shrove Tuesday pancake breakfast at Mateo's school.  I had planned to volunteer to cook, but I assumed most people would prefer not to have a sicky hacking over their breakfast.  Instead, I made pancakes for dinner - with sprinkles, which made Mateo very happy.  Here he is "helping" me make them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/photo-755918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/photo-755914.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my baby turns 3 years old in five days.  Ack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-6496941815897481158?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/02/pancakes-make-everything-better.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-7850149120621231973</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T12:27:40.400-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Events</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mateo</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Holidays</category><title>Valentine's Day Party.</title><description>Well, Mr. Sickly is still sick, so we didn't actually ATTEND his Valentine's party at school, but we swung by to drop off his Valentine's cards for his classmates.  Originally Mateo was supposed to help me decorate the cookies with food markers, but since he was sick I did it myself.  Each kid got a cookie, Diego Valentine with heart shaped sucker, pencil, and two tattoos.  I kind of overdid, but I think I was subconsciously making up for him missing his Christmas party due to Christmas in Panama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/valentines-794306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/valentines-794297.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back home Mateo was super excited!  He got a candy gram from his Mommy and Daddy (pink thing he's holding up) and his decorated bag full of Valentine's loot.  For lunch he insisted on unwrapping every piece of candy and sampling it all.  I managed to get some peanut butter pretzels and oranges down him somehow, but the great thing about kids this age (unlike most adults, me included) is they really don't over indulge on candy.  He had a few pieces and then was done.  If only I could manage to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/look-735696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/look-735690.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/loot-794343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/loot-794336.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-7850149120621231973?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/02/valentines-day-party.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-6142039374924953015</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-10T10:53:10.291-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mateo</category><title>Mr. Sickly.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/mateo-sick-765322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/mateo-sick-765313.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mateo suddenly came down with a nasty cold.  He's got a fever, sore throat, runny nose, and drainage that makes him gag.  Poor kiddo. Some time on the couch watching Thomas the Tank Engine DVDs is making him feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-6142039374924953015?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/02/mr-sickly.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-3453181244984660900</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-10T08:21:22.708-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Books</category><title>Life of Pi.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pi-765129.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pi-765127.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pi, a young Indian boy, is on his way to Canada with his family when their ship sinks.  The story that follows is of his time on the lifeboat.  It's a fascinating read that keeps you turning the pages with an ending that makes you go BACK and read the details again.  I love books that have a great ending twist.  It's a tale of religion, adventure, survival, and of how the human mind can save us from madness when we need it most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-3453181244984660900?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/02/life-of-pi.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-2249743890829482677</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-08T11:54:40.740-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Events</category><title></title><description>This weekend Mateo's school hosted a Valentine's Dance.  There wasn't too much dancing, but there was a dessert buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/table-711495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/table-711488.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There were some games, too.  Mateo had to stuff Rafi's shirt full of balloons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/balloons-769997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/balloons-769990.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had to hold up some marshmallows for my partner to eat.  We lost, but I still got to take home a pink Tupperware prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/jodi-770030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/jodi-770023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rafi entertained the kids by showing them how to rub a balloon on your head and make it stick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/rafi-711460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/rafi-711455.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we raised a good amount of money for the school.  It's a great school, and Mateo loves it there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-2249743890829482677?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/02/this-weekend-mateos-school-hosted.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-6630273738429191785</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-02T13:09:56.118-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>House</category><title>Spring Fever?</title><description>It seems that I caught Spring Fever in January.  For the last few weeks I've been hard at work, all day long, going through every single drawer, cabinet, box, shelf, closet, and room in this house.  It's been a struggle some days to stay motivated, but I just keep thinking about how wonderful it will be this spring when all this hard work is already done!  Then we can enjoy the good weather when it comes.  (Hopefully it comes soon, as we need warmer temperatures to refinish our patio furniture, though since Phil saw his shadow this year, I'm not placing any bets.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mateo and Rafi are very excited about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/toy-story-798580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/toy-story-798543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mateo is excited because his favorite buddies are in his room.  Rafi is excited because now it gives purpose to him having saved them from a movie theater years and YEARS ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...  not much else going on around here; nothing too exciting to post about.  I'm hoping to get the house all finished up by March, because in March I WILL have something exciting to post about.  We're going to Peru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last mention - Happy Birthday to both Rafi's mom and my mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-6630273738429191785?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/02/spring-fever.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-519277637435444221</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-16T23:10:30.223-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cooking</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Holidays</category><title>Birthday Heartburn.</title><description>Well, I'm 32 now.  And if that's not enough to give you heartburn, the following will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for my birthday I really just wanted to cook. I wanted to cook things I've never cooked before. Rafi thought I was nuts, but I enjoyed cooking with the wind in my hair. Okay, no wind really, but I was moving fast. Well, I thought I was moving fast until I looked at the clock. Dinner was eventually served an entire HOUR after I had promised it. Sorry, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These recipes are from various sources - my new cookbook, a television show, and a magazine. Warning: The photos are unedited, full size, and were taken as an after thought. In other words, they're pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asperitif:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saracco Moscato d'Asti 2009.&lt;/span&gt; We've been over this before. It's divine. It has half the alcohol content of a regular bottle of sparkly, so you can drink it like soda! Oh, wait, I guess that's a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Course:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baked Brie with Cranberry Habanero sauce; Gruyere with Honey; served with water crackers.&lt;/span&gt; My Brie didn't melt quite to the degree I like it, but it was fine. The cranberry habanero sauce was sweet with a mild kick. It keeps you coming back for more just to figure out what the kick is. The Gruyere with honey is always a crowd pleaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/brie-796896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/brie-796890.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second Course:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apple and Pear Salad with Toasted Pecans and Parmigiano-Reggiano on Mixed Greens in a Balsamic Vinegarette.&lt;/span&gt; I love a salad with fruit. This one had TWO fruits. I'm in. I must confess I made a mistake, though, in the making of this salad. It wasn't supposed to have Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese. It was supposed to have Gorgonzola, which I do have in my refrigerator. Truth is... I forgot. Would it have added another flavor profile to the salad? Yes. Was it still delicious anyway? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/salad-767077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/salad-767071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Third Course:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paprika and Parsley Steak Skewers.&lt;/span&gt; I won't be making this one again. First off, cutting a huge roast into cubes isn't my idea of fun. Secondly, the marinade was lacking. It contains lemon juice, olive oil, paprika, parsley, salt, and pepper. What it's missing is garlic, onion, and some heat. I think I'll leave the steak cookin' to Rafi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/steak-783206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/steak-783199.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dauphinoise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with Pancetta and Gruyere.&lt;/span&gt; Hello, evil one. Nice to meet you. Please come back again sometime. Not only was this dish fun to eat (hey, it has potatoes, milk, heavy whipping cream, and tons of Gruyere), it was fun to make. I used two disc attachments on my new Cuisinart food processor (my recent Christmas present) to near instantly shred the cheese and to effortlessly slice the potatoes into thin slices. And I had my best friend Tina as my sous chef, so I didn't have to peel a one of them! After you crisply fry and then drain the pancetta, you simmer the potatoes in the milk and whipping cream. Then you drain it, reserving the milk. Layer the potatoes with the cheese, pancetta, and season with salt and pepper. When you finish, you top it off with more cheese and pour the milk mixture all over. Baking it in the oven lends it a bubbly brown crisp top that can't be beat. Next time (after I lose the 5 pounds I gained eating the thing), I'll switch up the cheese and add onions. Everything is better with onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/dauph-783169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/dauph-783163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homemade French bread.&lt;/span&gt;  Can I claim it's homemade if I technically just dumped stuff in a bread machine and turned it on?  Yes, let's say I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/bread-767109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/bread-767103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fourth Course:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baked Grapefruit and Vanilla Bean Ice Cream with a Merengue Blanket.&lt;/span&gt; Now this one is interesting. Very interesting. Segments of grapefruit (I used a Texan pink grapefruit), are tossed with brown sugar and vanilla and then separated into ramekins. After making some merengue with a couple egg whites and sugar (way easy), a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream is added to the ramekin, which is then covered completely by the merengue. Baking the dishes for 6 minutes makes the merengue golden brown and pretty. It's a beautiful dish to present to your guests.  But let's get to the eating part. There's a faint crunch when you put your spoon through the merengue. And then you get confused. The various textures are really interesting - grapefruit pulp, cold and creamy ice cream, warm and foamy merengue. It's a dessert that keeps you coming back because you can't decide if you like it or really, really like it. And I think my verdict is that I really really like it. The grapefruit's tartness offsets the brown sugar sweetness perfectly. I would imagine this will become a staple dessert for us, as it takes much less time than baking a cake. Plus it would be fabulous with raspberries, blackberries, apples... I wonder how it would be with "exotics" like mango or pineapple? I think Rafi will enjoy the experimenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/grapefruit-764959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/grapefruit-764954.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And now back to the topic of heartburn.  You know what makes it worse?  This mess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/messy-kitchen-764930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/messy-kitchen-764923.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; But sharing my efforts with appreciative (and gifting!!) friends made it all worth it.  Thanks to Tina and Greg for my arm weight thingy (ha!), and a HUGE thank you to my husband.  Rafi helped me do the grocery shopping, clean up, and he gave me a few surprises - a key lime rum cake, a really awesome JBL iPhone docking station for the kitchen (also thank you to my mom for that!!), and a very generous gift certificate for massages.  I do love him so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on that note I think I'll take my Pepcid and think about all the great things that my 32nd year has in store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-519277637435444221?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/01/birthday-heartburn.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-1314972500926703735</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 21:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-11T14:59:24.342-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><title>Mima's Vist.</title><description>My mom, Mima, left this morning after a long weekend visit.  It was really cold, so we didn't exactly get out and do a lot.  We did some shopping, but it proved to be fairly unproductive, aside from some turtlenecks.  Mainly we enjoyed HGTV, and watching Mateo run around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big college football BCS game was on Thursday, and while Rafi went downtown to watch it with friends, Mom and I stayed in and watched it together with our new best friend - a bottle of the most delicious wine either of us had had, &lt;a href="http://www.wine.com/V6/Saracco-Moscato-dAsti-2007/wine/93788/detail.aspx"&gt;Saracco 2009 Moscato D'asti&lt;/a&gt;.  The game had its ups and downs (still can't believe Colt McCoy's poor luck), but we had a great time.  We had prepared for the evening by making some slow cooker Mexican posole paired with Asiago cheese bread and garlic bread.  Oh, and bread in the shape of a football from HEB.  The wine went perfectly with everything we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/bread-and-wine-744015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/bread-and-wine-744012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rafi and I took both Mateo and Mima to their first UT basketball game.  She agreed with me that their burgers and fries are really good.  We also enjoyed a most delicious bag of kettle corn together.  Hmmm, are we going for the game or the food?  Let's say both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/ut-game-757515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/ut-game-757363.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Mat was excited to pick out his own foam hand, which we put in his room later.  He loves to say "Hook 'em, Horns!" and gives his own version of the horns sign.  Rafi will definitely have a fellow game goer as Mateo gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/mats-horns-700615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/mats-horns-700610.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mateo especially enjoyed his time with Mima.  She made special pancakes for him with sprinkles!  She also gave him a new book to read and awesome Buzz Lightyear pajamas (not to mention the laundry and dishes she did for me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pancakes-714773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pancakes-714767.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/buzz-lightyear-pjs-762992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/buzz-lightyear-pjs-762985.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last evening together, we all watched an episode of Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives where he visited a hot dog shop where they fried the hotdogs.  When the host bit into it, it had an insanely appetizing crunch.  So off Rafi went to HEB for some hot dog buns!  We were slightly disappointed in our fried hot dog results, as they tasted just like they had been grilled - no real crunch.  Perhaps we used too good of a hot dog?  Ours were organic, all natural, and uncured.  Maybe you need the cheap ones with the fat and fillers?  Oh well.  It was worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Mima, for your visit!  We all had a lot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-1314972500926703735?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/01/mimas-vist.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-3859709126143241824</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 21:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-11T13:55:57.105-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Personal</category><title>Goals for 2010.</title><description>As you may have seen on the right side of the screen, I have a few goals for 2010.  I hesitate to call them resolutions, as I want to make them more attainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spend Less.&lt;/span&gt;  This is pretty self explanatory.  I want to be better about those itty bitty purchases that seem to sneak up on me.  In general I am not a huge spender, but I can find more ways to make what I do spend go farther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Explore culinarily.&lt;/span&gt;  I've learned, finally, that I really do like to cook.  And I enjoy tasting new things.  I may not like everything I taste, but at least I tried, right?  I have an itch to fry an entire fish, eyeballs and all, at home.  I want to experiment with new cooking methods and ingredients.  Rafi and I discussed making something new each month together.  Sounds like future blog posts, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Practice moderation.&lt;/span&gt;  Being all or nothing for most of my life is starting to wear me out.  I want to practice moderation, especially when it comes to diet.  I need to learn that I can eat heathily but still splurge now and then, too.  I can be active without running a marathon.  I can throw a birthday party without over doing.  I can give a present without the pressure that it has to be perfect.  Good enough should be good enough when it comes to cleaning my house.  See where I'm going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make a vacation home plan.&lt;/span&gt;  This will be a lengthy project; it's nothing we can afford to do now.  But it'll be a nice project for Rafi and I to work together on, dream about, work towards.  And how neat would that be to invite friends and family to our mountain home in Panama for New Year's Eve, 2020?  That's our goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say "no."&lt;/span&gt;  Too often we moms (dads, too) become "stuckees."  When there's a task to be handled, and no one else will do it, the stuckee gets it.  That's usually me.  I feel I must say yes unless I have a really good excuse, and even then I'll try to fit it in somehow just to make others happy.  I'm beginning to realize that I don't need to justify my choices so often.  Sometimes I'm just to busy to take something on.  Sometimes I just don't want to.  And sadly, there is some truth to "no good deed goes unpunished."  I want to be more selective about what I choose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my top five goals.  I have some other goals (potty-training Mat and reversing his "picky eater" syndrome, starting our spring garden and a few other home projects, reading more books, ridding our house of non-essential items, etc.), but those are for future posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-3859709126143241824?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/01/goals-for-2010.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-826324561140542513</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 05:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-11T15:01:43.957-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Books</category><title>Book Review: Julie and Julia.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moviezeal.com/wp-content/uploads/julie-and-julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 462px;" src="http://www.moviezeal.com/wp-content/uploads/julie-and-julia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.barnesandnoble.com/DVD/Julie-Julia/Meryl-Streep/e/43396292291/?itm=1&amp;amp;USRI=julie+and+julia"&gt;Julie and Julia&lt;/a&gt;.  If you've seen the movie, then DO NOT read the book.  I haven't seen the movie, but after reading the book (which really wasn't that good), I want to.  Sound odd?  Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is amateurish.  The main character (the author herself) is annoying.  She is mean to her husband, makes dumb decisions, and has a very foul mouth, which she makes fun of others for not "getting."  She actually speaks very little of the food itself.  She alternates between being self-depricating to self-important.  In short, she's annoying.  And to top it off, though it's presented as a memoir of sorts, there's a note at the beginning where she admits sometimes she "made stuff up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the movie...  From what I hear and have read the movie is very VERY loosely based on the book.  The main character in the film supposedly is sweet and earnest.  The lives of Julie and Julia are paralleled.  And really, I just want to see Meryl Streep portray Julia Child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those reasons I give this book 2 stars.  I hope to see the movie this week with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.  You should ignore my previous post where I said I was taking a day or two off from blogging.  I just couldn't stay away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-826324561140542513?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/01/book-review-julie-and-julia.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-8490163449854976334</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 22:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-04T15:37:42.459-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><title>Ahh... Home Sweet Home.</title><description>So today is Day One of being back home in Austin.  Sleeping in our own beds never felt so good, though it surely feels very, very quiet here without background city noise and the night time air conditioners.  Mateo has asked about his abuelos a few times today, as we all feel their absence.  Rafi and I also both miss the escape from reality.  It's been really nice to have Rafi with us for one more day, so we ran some random errands, got Mateo a much needed haircut, and had a "goodbye vacation" lunch at &lt;a href="http://chuys.com/"&gt;Chuy's&lt;/a&gt;.  And with that, I think I'll take a day or two off from blogging, because my To Do list is really long and growing longer.  A fridge full of old food, furniture covered in dust, a dog hair covered floor, and Christmas decorations all about is only the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-8490163449854976334?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/01/ahh-home-sweet-home.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-8007575075777962615</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-04T08:54:02.752-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><title>Day 18 - Coming home.</title><description>Ahh, yes.  We're coming home today.  Our bags are packed.  We're showered and dressed.  We have tickets in hand.  Time to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we experienced the &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=PITA"&gt;PITA&lt;/a&gt; that the new security rules were at the airport.  The line was very long, and because Mateo was busying himself running around all over, we have deep gratitude for Rafi's parents staying with us to help out.  Once we got our tickets (and paid and extra $110 - $60 in taxes and $50 for a bag that was 13 pounds overweight - yikes), we said our goodbyes (once again, we really thank Rafi's parents for all their hospitality!), and went through security.  This part was the easy part - shoes off, stroller folded, etc. Same old drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to our gate.  Holy moly.  They weren't calling by groups.  Everyone was crowded in this mess of a line waiting to board the plane.  What was the hold up?  Another security check.  I waited in line while Rafi ran to get us some water and breakfast. More on this in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we wait for Rafi to return, I'll entertain you with the story of the people in line with me.  Behind me was a jovial man holding a Hello Kitty bag for his daughter.  He asked if this was the line for the "regular people."  I replied, "you mean shmucks?  Yes, this is our line."  In front of me was a large (LARGE) family of four.  The father was Panamanian who had his first visit in 16 years.  The mother was from the states, and they had two young boys.  To hear them talk you would've thought they'd visited the pits of hell.  "Too hot.  No central air.  Bad traffic.  Crappy cabbies.  etc.)  I had to jump in and let her know that this year was actually milder than previous years.  I asked what they did like, and they said "the beach."  I did agree with them on the cabbies and traffic but hoped they would focus on the good things - friendly people, beautiful beach and mountain views, delicious restaurants, rich cultures and traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that Rafi came back.  With two bottles of water and chips.  Because that's all he could find for breakfast in the shops that were open.  One minute later those bottles of water (sans a few sips) were in the recycle bin.  Because now you can't take any liquids at all on board - even if they are freshly purchased unopened $2 each bottles of water.  Yet they allowed me to take two juice boxes and a sippy cup with water from home.  Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first leg of our trip home was relatively okay.  They had lunch on the plane (hurray!), and Mateo was easily entertained with iPhone games and Finding Nemo and Thomas the Train on the laptop.   And then the battery for the laptop ran out.  Phooey.  Thank goodness we had snacks that entertained him.  By the way, it's really disheartening to think you've got 30 minutes left on a flight only to find out you have an hour and twenty left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Dallas (again, hurray!) we had hoped we could get an earlier flight home, but there was no way we could make it.  As it turned out, our flight to Austin was perfectly timed, as we had just enough time to go through immigration, customs, security again, and to eat a quick lunch.  Mateo, by this time, was starting to melt down.  He was being very impatient, so we bought him a sucker to eat once buckled in his seat on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the plane I prayed for God to get me through this flight.  Mateo was screaming for cookies ("koooooo-kies"), and my patience was wearing thin.  No book, snack, sucker, or toy would distract him for more than 15 seconds.  And then the plane started to move.  I turned to say something to Rafi, and when I turned back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/mateo-782271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/mateo-782267.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers were answered!  The flight was very enjoyable, as he slept until after we landed and most people had left the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was cold, but I welcomed it.  It was nice having both beach weather and winter weather in the same few weeks.  We packed up the car, and home we went!  Pixel, Marley, and Pudge were all very excited to see us.  The dogs haven't left our sides.  Rafi brought home some Zorba's (Greek food) for dinner, and after Mateo went to bed (he got quiet reaaaaally quickly), we watched a movie - The Proposal.  Sandra Bullock flicks aren't usually my first pick, but we thought it was really cute!  It definitely had some funny moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fresh sheets we put our bed were oh so nice.  And our bed partners (all the animals) couldn't get close enough to us.  Heaven.  We definitely felt welcomed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-8007575075777962615?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/01/day-18-coming-home.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-4890685072528430902</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-04T13:57:53.126-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><title>Day 17 - Altos Del Maria</title><description>A handful of years back, Rafi and I invested in some land in &lt;a href="http://www.altosdelmaria.com/"&gt;Altos Del Maria&lt;/a&gt;, a mountain community in Panama. It's about 1.5 to 2 hours (including the necessary stop at Quesos Chela) to drive there from the city. The climb through the hills to get there can be steep and curvy at times, prompting Mateo and his abuela to scream "wheeee!" for the good ones. Okay, I admit. I did it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/roller-coaster-786521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/roller-coaster-786515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are photos of and from our lot.  Isn't the view fantastic?  Well, aside from this monsterous ant bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/foggy-sign-776123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/foggy-sign-776051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/lot-1-776231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/lot-1-776153.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/lot-3-797320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/lot-3-797310.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/lot-2-797282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/lot-2-797196.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we visit Panama, we visit our little plot of land. Santiago Apostol area. Number 628. With incredible mountain views. And no house with which to enjoy them.  This time, though... This time our visit was different. We are inspired. We have ideas. We took photos of other homes that got our creative juices flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/inspire-3-718633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/inspire-3-718558.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/inspire-4-718738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/inspire-4-718670.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/inspire-2-769634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/inspire-2-769628.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/inspire-1-769610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/inspire-1-769533.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/inspire-5-775865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/inspire-5-775857.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year we have a plan.  Now, it definitely won't get built this year, but we hope to at least figure out a plan.  At the very latest we are hoping to invite friends and family to our vacation home by New Year's 2020.  Doesn't that year sound space-aged?  We can probably teleport there by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took photos of other pretty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pretty-3-790228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pretty-3-790073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pretty-1-768671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pretty-1-768281.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pretty-2-769976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pretty-2-769959.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention the playtime Mateo had.  The swings were a hit, as was the sword fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/tita-swing-775875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/tita-swing-775800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/sword-fight-775972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/sword-fight-775903.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch we ate at the new (and only?) cafe in the mountains.  The strawberry smoothie is nothing but sweet, delicious strawberries pureed.  Nothing added.  Loved it.  The views from this cafe were amazing.  And they had wireless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive home we stopped by a viewing point. Rafi and I decided it really must be the stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/heaven-stair-752177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/heaven-stair-752103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/heaven-rafi-752204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/heaven-rafi-752197.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/heaven-view-772069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/heaven-view-772011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We headed home, and then got ready to go out for a family dinner with all of Rafi's family.  My peppered steak was very tender, though my patience was not.  I had a very difficult time wrangling Mateo in, as he kept running around the table - something we do NOT tolerate at home.  I spent part of my night outside with him in time out.  Had we been at home we would've followed through with our usual plan - one person stays and eats and the other sits in the car with him sans dinner.  They say it only takes a few times to work, as the kid quickly figures out he must behave or miss out on the special evening.  Anyway, it was more obvious tonight exactly which cousin Mateo idolizes - Luis Raul.  He couldn't sit close enough to him at dinner.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/mateo-and-luigi-707972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/mateo-and-luigi-707966.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back at the house I packed.  And packed.  And packed.  How silly of us to think we were coming back with less than we came with?  I had no idea how much the bag weighed.  This would come back to haunt me.  Meanwhile, Rafi and Mateo enjoyed time with family.  Oh, and a BIG thanks to Tita and Monica for bringing me the things I needed from the store!  That saved me a good 45 minutes of time, and I really appreciated the thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pillow-fight-708007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pillow-fight-708001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hugs and kisses later, everyone had gone home, and we were left to go to bed ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-4890685072528430902?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/01/day-17-altos-del-maria.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-8936029953320888511</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-04T07:34:12.150-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><title>Day 16 - New Year's Day</title><description>Mateo greeted me in bed this morning standing there looking all cute in his pjs holding his blanket. He crawled into bed with us and vegged with some cartoons while Rafi and I continued to rest from the night before. That was a nice way to start the first day of 2010.  Mid-morning we all ate brunch and hung around the house. Mateo had the priveledge of playing with Rafi's old train set, though I think Rafi might have enjoyed it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0215-771200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0215-771193.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not too long later we realized that Mateo's, ahem, pooping problems had not come to an end as we previously thought.  We ended up adding some items (pear juice, prune juice, etc.) to our constipation fighting arsenal late that night. We're crossing our fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we went with rafi's parents to their church.   The music was nice, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.campanas.net/Music1.m4a"&gt;Music1.m4a&lt;/a&gt;                          &lt;a href="http://www.campanas.net/music2.MOV"&gt;music2.MOV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we went to Bennigan's. Yes, we came all the way to Panama to eat at Bennigan's. But hey, they all closed down in Austin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mateo was in bed, we all ate some ice cream and watched Transporter 2.  The movie was both entertaining and lame at the same time.  As Rafi's mom said, "it's too much." If you haven't seen the movie, just picture a model-esque villan in racy lingerie packing automatic weapons, ridiculous slow motion car stunts, and a main character whose suit never gets a scratch.  Sounds like a man's dream to me!  Still it was a nice way to end the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-8936029953320888511?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/01/day-16-new-years-day.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-6036481672635528852</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T12:57:26.226-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><title>Day 15 - New Year's Eve</title><description>The last day of 2009 was upon us, but Mateo was far from enjoying it. He woke up very early but ended up spending most the day with me in bed. The poor kiddo had intestinal cramps a few times per hour, painful enough to cry out and want me to hold him. He didn't want to leave the bed or eat all day. We did end up poking some shredded wheat (his usual breakfast), prune juice, and crackers over the course of the day. He felt better later that night thankfully. According to Dr. Google eating ice cream can cause constipation in toddlers, and he'd had some in each of the previous two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later in the evening Rafi's parents threw a lovely New Years Eve party.  Everyone was dressed in their best, aside from me. I'd already worn my white slacks a few times (the only slacks I brought), during which they acquired toddler-sized Cheeto fingerprints, so I stuck to party-pooper jeans. Oh well. Tita did a great job with all the food. I didn't taste one thing I didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0199-795403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0199-795395.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0198-736185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0198-736119.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0200-795426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0200-795421.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0209-798264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0209-798257.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0204-737461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0204-737453.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0194-736098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0194-736040.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shortly before midnight, fireworks filled the air. Mateo wasn't too thrilled, however, as he claimed them "too woud.". So he and I enjoyed some quiet time inside together, him falling asleep in my arms on the couch. We made a brief appearance outside with everyone when the clock struck midnight, but then headed in to bed. He was out like a light soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0205-737483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0205-737478.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0210-798497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/DSC_0210-798281.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the night we enjoyed the company of friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! My resolution post is soon to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-6036481672635528852?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2010/01/day-15-new-years-eve.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-4442757806510975822</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-30T20:49:04.166-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><title>Day 14 - Palacio de Garzas and Cranky Cab Drivers</title><description>We woke early this morning, picked up Andres, and drove through Casco Viejo to the presidential palace, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palacio_de_las_Garzas"&gt;Palacio de las Garzas&lt;/a&gt; (Herons' Palace).  A big thank you to Rafi's brother Luis for setting it all up for us!  Before entering the palace we went through very tight security - he briefly peered into my purse and squeezed the bottom of it.  No metal detectors or anything like we have in the states.  Maybe the president wasn't there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/palace-738498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/palace-738491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/palace2-738583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/palace2-738521.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/palace-guard-763747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/palace-guard-763740.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's some background for you.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Construction of the building began in 1673, with the addition of a second floor in 1922 and the Official Presidential Residence, on the third floor, was added later.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Previous presidents resided in the palace, but the current and previous two have not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The palace building has historically had many different occupants.  It has been a school, a customs building and a bank before becoming the official residence of the President of the Republic of Panama. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Anyhow, we entered a marble courtyard with columns and a fountain where one of the herons was walking around.  You could tell he was used to having fans.  I think he was a he - just a gut feeling.  Just like I have a gut feeling his name was Ernesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/heron-791509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/heron-791502.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I enjoyed all the artwork, but this massive mola was my favorite.  It is located in the Paz Salon, used for mediation meetings (hence its name).  There were other oil paintings there, too, that supposedly were painted by students, as none of them were signed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/student-751022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/student-750953.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/mola-750927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/mola-750849.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Up the stairs to the second floor we went. The floor is open to the courtyard below and features five statues representing the Five Virtues - Duty, Consistence, Work, Justice and Law. Also standing there was this guard. I couldn't help but think how boring his job must be standing there. Or heck, maybe he likes it. I know I couldn't do it. After thirty minutes I'd be asking for a stool to sit on. FYI, all the guards wear white shoe laces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/statues-770251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/statues-770247.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/second-floor-742628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/second-floor-742622.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/guard-742590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/guard-742584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next room, Salon Amarillo (Yellow Room), was... yellow. The chairs that lined the walls were all golden in color. At the end of the room was a chair covered in gold leaf. At the tops of the walls were many frescoes depicting Panama's history.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yellow9-799978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yellow9-799907.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yellow7-754099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yellow7-754094.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yellow8-738249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yellow8-738181.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yellow4-790829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yellow4-790760.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yellow3-790735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yellow3-790669.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yellow5-738348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yellow5-738281.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The large wooden doors of Salon Amarillo led us to a dining room.  This room was ornate with carved wood.  The paintings here showed the importance of the tamarind plant.  It was mentioned (ahem, I won't say by whom) that this room was full of Panamanian porn.  There were indeed naked women in just about every scene.  I'm sure the men love this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/tamarind1-765836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/tamarind1-765828.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/tamarind2-765925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/tamarind2-765868.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That pretty much ends our tour.  Wanna know what my favorite photo was?  This one that proves I have a very good husband to hold my purse while I play photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/purse-740485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/purse-740478.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and nearby is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ruben-Blades/e/B000AQ144K"&gt;Ruben Blades&lt;/a&gt;' house - the yellow one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/blades-796244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/blades-796185.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the afternoon wasn't nearly as mentionable.  We cruised the mall.   Mat ate treats.  I got in trouble for Mateo gently putting a book on the floor in a bookstore (oh the horror).  He rode various rides, and all four of us enjoyed the bumper cars (I'd forgotten they were so much fun!).   Then Mateo had a meltdown.  He was overtired.  I think we all were.  And then, Rafi tried and tried, we couldn't get a cab to take us home.  They all refused.  So we settled for a cab to take us to another mall where we waited for Rafi's dad to pick us up.  Mateo scored a train ride, juice box, and chocolate cookie out of this deal.  We all scored ice cream.  His little dirt/tear stained face showed the wear of how I felt inside - done.  But Rafi's dad came to our rescue, and home we went.   And we took nice calming baths.  And ate pizza.  The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-4442757806510975822?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2009/12/day-14-palacio-de-garzas-and-cranky-cab.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-3494812969811830105</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-12T10:04:26.659-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><title>Day 13 - The mall, dinner, and Avatar.</title><description>This morning we went to Albrook Mall. Mateo was happy, as we used M&amp;amp;Ms and suckers to bribe him into staying in his stroller. Once again, we're parents of the year. After purchasing a few shirts and a scarf and riding the mall train (notice he's wearing his Thomas the Train shirt), we had lunch topped off with an ice cream cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/train-751208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/train-751205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/ice-cream-751234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/ice-cream-751229.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not sure what kind of Christmas message this is.  We tried but couldn't come up with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/eagle-santa-782120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/eagle-santa-782117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once home I started on some laundry. Mat pretended to nap (we knew otherwise, as we could hear him quoting Finding Nemo), and after he awoke, I took a real nap while Rafi entertained him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to thank Odelie for having us over for dinner. The chicken lasagna, Brie, and especially the Blue Nun wine was great! Her new apartment is very chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/odelie-782093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/odelie-782089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rafi and I caught the late showing of &lt;a href="http://www.avatarmovie.com/"&gt;Avatar&lt;/a&gt; at the VIP movie theater.  Wow. That was an amazing film. Admittedly there is some stereotyping and some futuristic/scientific implausibilities/improbabilities, but the special effects are outstanding.  It's a great film. Eye candy is everywhere.  We plan to see it again at the IMAX theater in 3D once we get home to Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speaking of theaters, just as good as the movie was the VIP room. We sat in large leather reclinable seats, had fold out eating trays, wide leather arm rests, and had a server to take and deliver our order - chai tea latte, key lime pie, diet Coke, and M&amp;amp;Ms. Can't get better than that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-3494812969811830105?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2009/12/day-13-mall-dinner-and-avatar.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-2551428993183556862</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T17:52:03.470-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><title>Day 12 - Panama Canal and FIFA.</title><description>I simply MUST stop going to bed at 3am.  We drug ourselves out of bed this morning around 9:15 to find Mateo wide awake playing with his toys.  Of course.  But we got ourselves together anyway and schlepped over to pick up Andres in order to take a tour of the Panama Canal.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/sign-788442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/sign-788375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/dam-788467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/dam-788461.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As we got out of the car, I told Mat I wanted to take his picture because he was so handsome.  Then he kept holding up his hands like this.  (Get it?  HANDsome?)&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/handsome-759279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/handsome-759214.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then I told him to put his hands down and got this.  That kid is a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/hands-down-728581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/hands-down-728517.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After Rafi nearly killed us by getting the stroller stuck on the escalator (ha!), we ate lunch at Miraflores, a restaurant that is on the Miraflores lock of the canal.  This website has a &lt;a href="http://www.pancanal.com/eng/photo/camera-java.html"&gt;live feed of the lock&lt;/a&gt;, as well as other points of interest in Panama.  While there we ate their buffet lunch (good cheesecake, by the way) and watched a ship come through the lock.  Mateo liked the "boat" and the watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/andres-773667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/andres-773660.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/full-lock-773751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/full-lock-773690.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/jodi-mat-2-712098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/jodi-mat-2-712092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/view-from-table-756964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/view-from-table-756957.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/mat-at-table-782005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/mat-at-table-781998.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/rafi-mat-753432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/rafi-mat-753426.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/rafi-at-table-782032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/rafi-at-table-782025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/ship-pullers-753525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/ship-pullers-753457.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way back downstairs to the museum.  Things have really changed since four years ago when we took my mom to Miraflores.  They have some nice exhibits and even a lock navigation simulator, which we all really liked.  It really made you feel like you were moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/simulator-728482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/simulator-728476.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As usual, Mateo was in love with the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/fish-733948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/fish-733882.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They had a computer available for you to view the work records of those who had worked on the canal.  Of course there were no Cadle records (I'm guessing the Scottish weren't too involved?), but there was one Campana.  Rafi was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/campana-733851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/campana-733788.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the top viewing balcony we watched a very large cargo ship (likely had 4,500 cars on it, I overheard) come through the lock with very little clearance on either side.  I would imagine guiding that ship through must be very stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/close-call-wide-770371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/close-call-wide-770312.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just about that time Mateo started to melt down, but cookies and iPhone games helped - thanks, Old Macdonald iPhone app!  Then we watched a cruise ship from the Netherlands come through the lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/cruise-ship-770462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/cruise-ship-770402.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then we hung out at home.  And watched football and cartoons.  Not at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we had Chinese food from Don Lee (the best!), and then Rafi and his friends had a FIFA tournament at the house.  As I'm writing this it is about 8:30, so I think I'll take this opportunity to shower and read a book.  More tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-2551428993183556862?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2009/12/day-12-panama-canal-and-fifa.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-3946926903557809527</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 21:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T17:56:02.680-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><title>Day 11 - A day of rest.  Almost.</title><description>Waking up at 5:30 in the morning isn't so bad when you fall asleep by 8:30 the night before.  We had no power, so we got dressed by the lights of our iPhones.  All hail the mighty iPhone flashlight app!  After a breakfast of bread, jam, and coffee, we rode the boat back to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the airport, the guys noticed something that excited them.  Can you spot it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/see-anything-774865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/see-anything-774852.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a closeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/Ut-shirt-774904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/Ut-shirt-774896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yandup Island Lodge owners were there with their kids, so Rafi chatted them up some more while we awaited our planes.  After boarding one plane and then immediately getting back off due to lack of seats, we waited a bit longer and boarded our last plane home.  After dropping Andres off at his "vacation home," Rafi and I headed to Niko's.  Mmmm, Niko's.  It's kind of like a cafeteria really, but it's better than that.  I had patacones, salchicha, and a Panamanian tortilla.  (FYI, Panamanian tortillas are NOT like Mexican tortillas.)  So yes, my breakfast was a perfect example of health food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mateo was very happy to see us.  From what I hear, though, he really enjoyed staying with his abuelos while we were away.  He enjoyed some rides at the mall, a new toy, and not one, but TWO Happy Meals from McDonald's.  Lucky kiddo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a long nap that afternoon while Rafi diligently (and successfully) recovered our corrupted/deleted photos from our San Blas trip.  Good thing, too, or I might've thrown up.  Can you imagine taking a near trip of a lifetime only to have your photos disappear?  Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening Rafi's parents took Mateo for another Happy Meal and to a park to play (once again making for a very happy kid).  Rafi and I had dinner with our friends Percy and Karen.  We had some delicious Italian food (cheese tortellini for me) and white sangrias, which were so good I've decided to try to make some for my monthly Girls' Night In once we get home to Austin.  Over dinner I discovered that in Panama I could get a haircut for $5, and the works (shampoo, cut, conditioning, color/highlights, blow dry) for $25.  I don't even want to say what I spend, though I do admit for Austin I think I pay a reasonable price for my wonderful and talented hair stylist.  (It's wise not to tick off your hairdresser - Hi, Jodi!!  Yes, we share the same name.)  Anyway, I pay about ten times as much for my dog's haircut as a person's haircut here in Panama.  Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we returned home, I put Mateo to bed and stayed up WAY too late working on the blog and editing photos while Rafi played FIFA with his brother and a few friends.  Some things never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21369361-3946926903557809527?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2009/12/day-11-day-of-rest-almost.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21369361.post-2588600187763278280</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T13:39:32.786-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Vacation</category><title>Day 10 - Yandup, San Blas, Panama</title><description>After a mere 2.5 hours of shuteye, Rafi, our friend Andres, and I got ourselves to the airport, checked our bug spray (the only luggage we checked), and boarded the plane.   It was a tiny island hopper, and that's exactly what we did.  Sitting directly behind the pilots on the second leg of our flight did calm my anxiety a little bit, as the tail (where we sat on the first leg) whips you around a little more.  Plus I figured if the pilot is at ease enough pre-flight to put his feet up, maybe I should relax, too.  The second island on which we landed was our destination, Yandup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/plane-757393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/plane-757387.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/from-plane-718716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/from-plane-718709.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pilot-foot-774293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pilot-foot-774286.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pilots-774316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/pilots-774310.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we arrived at the airport (yes, that first photo is the airport) , we took a boat ride to our living quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/airport-718691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/airport-718685.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/boat-1-712260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/boat-1-712253.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/boat-4-782142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/boat-4-782133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/boat-2-712287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/boat-2-712279.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/boat-5-737999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/boat-5-737991.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/boat-3-782113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/boat-3-782108.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.yandupisland.com/yeng/index_eng.htm"&gt;Yandup Island Lodge&lt;/a&gt;.  Only Kuna people can own land in this area, and this island was owned by a Kuna man and his Spanish wife.  (Incidentally, they met in Spain when he was studying there, which is quite an accomplishment for a Kuna person.)  The island of Yandup is tiny.  I mean really tiny.  Like a city block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-2-750335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-2-750329.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-1-750428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-1-750359.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-7-726914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-7-726846.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-8-726998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-8-726937.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once on the island, we ate a pancake breakfast (Rafi and I both had coffee!) and then went to our cabana to settle in.  We all three packed in backpacks, so it didn't take long.  The cabana itself was marvelous.  Everything they make by hand.  You can see the craftsmanship in everything from the bed to the joints in the walls.  Even the bathroom, though minimal, is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/our-hut-758402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/our-hut-758327.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-4-721197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-4-721129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-3-721109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-3-721102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-5-774538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-5-774465.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-6-774621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/yandup-6-774560.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/joist-741600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/joist-741533.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were really useful were the hammocks on the porch.  Later after lunch Andres and I enjoyed our naps in them.  Rafi napped on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/jodi-legs-hammock-739146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/jodi-legs-hammock-739084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/andres-hammock-713489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/andres-hammock-713412.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/jodi-hammock-713576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/jodi-hammock-713511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours we were feeling refreshed, so we took the boat to another island to snorkel.  A couple of leaky snorkels for me later, we were enjoying the ocean life down below.  Lots of sea urchins.  My favorite part was this little blue fish that circled around Rafi's bathing suit and waist like an orbiting planet.  He stayed with him from beyond the reef all the way up to the beach where the water met the sand.  Cute little guy, he was.  I kick myself for not bringing an underwater camera.  After a rock skipping competition (I lost), we returned back to Yandup with only mild snorkeling sunburns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/snorkel-3-735135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/snorkel-3-735128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/snorkel-4-770910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/snorkel-4-770904.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/snorkel-6-767856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/snorkel-6-767851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/snorkel-1-784835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/snorkel-1-784828.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/snorkel-2-784931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/snorkel-2-784863.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/snorkel-5-770942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/snorkel-5-770936.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch awaited us after we took quick showers.  What a lunch it was!  And I mean that in a good way. We had fish soup (delicious), fried pargo, potatoes, and salad.  Now I'm not a huge fan of seeing a face on my plate, and at times I did cover the teeth up with a napkin, but that fish was good.  Very tasty and not fishy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/fish-soup-719063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/fish-soup-719057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/fish-dish-719163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/fish-dish-719095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/fish-bones-704452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/fish-bones-704438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/fish-teeth-704482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/fish-teeth-704477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our previously mentioned naps (Rafi napped inside on the bed), we felt refreshed and ready to go on our second outing.  The scheduled tour was of the Kuna cemetery, but we didn't have the required hiking boots and jeans (where was that memo?), so we got a special tour of the community where they actually live.  From the boat it looks like a tiny island cram packed with palm leaf covered huts.  The homes are side by side along most of the edges of the island with the walkways on the inside.  Some Kuna were in their kayukos fishing or traveling to different islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/huts-793504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/huts-793447.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/clothes-747649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/clothes-747584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/kuna-sail-735224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/kuna-sail-735164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  It was so informative and amazing.  I am now really glad we got to see the real thing up close and personal.  I did take a few photos, but as we were walking through the town (which again, is in total the size of a city block), it dawned on me that this was very personal.  We were seeing their homes, their children, their personal moments.  Kiddos ran playing in the streets - sometimes sans clothing.  Moms breastfed their children.  A family held a birthday party. The albino kiddo that tried to sell me a wind chime had lots of personality.  He had a baby brother, too.  As it turns out, albinism has high incidence among the Kuna, and those with the condition are considered special.  Anyway, it just didn't seem right to take photos.  So I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/sign-747139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/sign-747132.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/window-man-747171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/window-man-747165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our guide Uti (Oo-tee) was very kind and patient.  He showed us their churches, their "congress" house (the three heads laid in hammocks while a man stood and plead his case for his issue), their ways of life.  Some Kuna women sold their hand stitched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mola_%28art_form%29"&gt;molas&lt;/a&gt; on their main street.  One woman really captured my interest.  Because Spanish is their second language (their first being &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuna_%28people%29"&gt;Dulegaya&lt;/a&gt;), her Spanish was very precise and slow.  I understood her perfectly, and somehow she understood my Spanish perfectly.  I regret not asking her name.  From her I purchased a mola headband, and down the road I got a new mola for our collection and a "wini" (Win-ny). It's a long, single string of beads that is carefully tied tightly around the wrists or ankles.  I got a small one, but as you can see they were long, intricate ones.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/wini-778446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/wini-778368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy scavenged for spare bits of coconuts.  I witnessed one man with a small dog like this one on a leash as they went out with machetes to the forest, so I'm under the impression they don't see them as a hindrance.  Since they scrounge for their food, they may help to keep the community clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/dog-747758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/dog-747686.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That said, I'm not sure what's going on with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/teeth-722134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/teeth-722067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kuna are a very self-sufficient people.  They sleep in self-made hammocks.  They live off the land, fishing and gathering for their food.  Thanks to the Panamanian government, they have small solar panels to help them with their electricity needs, as well as radios.  When I first saw the pile of trash (plastics, aluminum, food bags, etc.) all along a shoreline I was saddened.  But then Uti explained that that's how they build up the island.  In fact, the opposite shoreline that now had a solid row of huts was their old landfill.  They are now adding their refuse to the new site in order to build the island outward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we saw the oddest sight.  I never in a million years would have expected to see it - Mormons.  In white shirts and black pants.  Going hut to hut.  Doing the same thing they do here in the US.  As we were walking they spoke to our guide (interestingly never to us), so as we walked back to the boat we asked Uti if he was converted.  He politely laughed, smiled, and said "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ride back "home" for dinner was more quiet.  The tour had given us lots to think about.  Dinner, however, was different.  We played dominoes while we ate and after.  Rafi won most of the games.  Boo.  I hate to lose.  Our dinner was a pasta/coleslaw salad, yucca, lagostine (I traded mine with the guys for more yucca), and green beans.  Quickly our energy level went downhill, so we drug ourselves back to our cabana and were in bed by 8:00.  The lights out by 8:30, we slept to the sounds of ocean waves crashing a mere 30 feet away.  (I shouldn't mention that these same crashing wave sounds might've been what made all of us potty two times each during the night, but I must for the sake of full disclosure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have such beautiful sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/sunset-721417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/sunset-721349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And beautiful other things, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/shell-wide-704661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/shell-wide-704596.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/rafi-blue-704690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.campanas.net/uploaded_images/rafi-blue-704684.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/21369361-2588600187763278280?l=www.campanas.net%2Fdoghouse.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.campanas.net/2009/12/day-10-yandup-san-blas-panama.htm</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jodi C.)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>