<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:40:40.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DELIS FAMILY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-5328503716201588129</id><published>2009-12-01T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:40:04.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JACKSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SxVw41PPLRI/AAAAAAAAASU/6Ci5OiQMziY/s1600/Jackson+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SxVw41PPLRI/AAAAAAAAASU/6Ci5OiQMziY/s320/Jackson+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410354649021492498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the sweetest new addition to our family:  Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so wonderful. I am in LOVE with this boy. My heart melts every time he smiles at me. Jackson was born April 14th at a healthy 9 lbs 9 oz. (Small compared to his brother!) Jackson has continued to grow fast and strong. What a sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson loves to watch everything Nicholas does. Just saying the word "Nicholas" gets Jackson excited. They play together like there isn't an age difference. Nicholas is so good with him and is such a great helper. Maybe there's something to this "having your kids five years apart." We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's 7 months, Jackson is starting to crawl. He has his own version - it's a combination of doing The Worm and looking like a frog. He hasn't figured out that you only have to move one knee at a time...it doesn't matter much to him anyway - he is so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two teeth in that sweet smile of his - both on the bottom. I think another is coming because the drooling and runny nose are in full swing. I let him chew on cold baby carrots to keep his mouth from hurting. He loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little guy is quite the traveler - well, for his age. He's driven from Austin to Orlando, and Orlando to Houston and back. Jackson's also flown to Salt Lake City to see Grandma and Grandpa Delis for Aunt Kim's wedding. Next maybe Key West to visit some friends? Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-5328503716201588129?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5328503716201588129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=5328503716201588129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/5328503716201588129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/5328503716201588129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/jackson.html' title='JACKSON'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SxVw41PPLRI/AAAAAAAAASU/6Ci5OiQMziY/s72-c/Jackson+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-9080489913157707053</id><published>2009-12-01T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:42:53.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at it....</title><content type='html'>I know I've been gone AWHILE, but whatever. No excuses...just updates. 1st update: our move(s):&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to keep up with us. We have literally moved 4 times in the last 2 years. We've stayed put in TX for so long, we don't quite know what to do with it. I'll give you the quick version (I know I need pics, but I need to find the camera and camera cord, upload, blah blah blah....I'll do it soon.) So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago we moved to Utah on a "feeling." No job, moved in with Sam's parents. Two weeks later, we met the VP of Sales of Del Sol. Sam had an interview, he got asked to work in Key West, we moved there 4 months after moving to Utah.&lt;br /&gt;Lived in Key West until Dec. Sam's contract was up for renewal, but with no insurance. I was pregnant. We needed insurance. Also, there was a possibility that they'd move us. Only available places were in the Caribbean. No insurance, Caribbean birth. No way.&lt;br /&gt;So we moved to Texas in Dec. Sam got a temp to hire job, with insurance. We had the baby. (He is so freakin' cute!) In July, Del Sol called to say Orlando was available. Sam left Aug. 4th, we came on the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;Del Sol is Sam's dream company, and he is excited to work for them again. It was hard to make the decision to leave Key West, but we felt like it was okay to leave or stay. Seems like either way we would have moved to Orlando. I'm just glad I got to have the baby around family.&lt;br /&gt;That's us in a nutshell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-9080489913157707053?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9080489913157707053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=9080489913157707053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/9080489913157707053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/9080489913157707053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-at-it.html' title='Back at it....'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-357191432624383718</id><published>2009-06-14T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:29:02.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction....</title><content type='html'>No, this blog is not abandoned!! I promise I will post soon. Things have been a little crazy - the holidays, a move, a new job, a new place to live AND a new baby!! So check back in about a week. We'll give you all the updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-357191432624383718?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/357191432624383718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=357191432624383718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/357191432624383718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/357191432624383718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction....'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-4537667648859813624</id><published>2008-11-16T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:47:44.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So the word is out....</title><content type='html'>We are expecting baby #2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am due in April, and things are moving along well! Nicholas is super excited to be a brother, and he likes to tell everyone he sees that "Mommy has a baby in her tummy." He likes to ask lots of questions and make name suggestions. The names aren't necessarily real, or ones we'll pick (why would I name my baby Sponge Bob?), but he loves being part of the naming process. Nicholas would like a sister, I am happy with a boy or girl, and Sam says it would be good if we have another boy since we already have all the clothes. We're hoping to find out what we are having because it makes planning a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 18 weeks along. I'm not too sick anymore as long as I eat immediately when I wake up, and I go to bed before 10. I do have some crazy pregnancy symptoms, though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me sick:&lt;br /&gt;1. The color pink. Of course, this is my favorite color, and I have a lot of clothes this color. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Palm trees blowing in the wind. This is because of the heavy morning sickness during hurricane season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The words Florida, Keys, Florida Keys, Key West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Black and Kidney Beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. McDonald's. Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ketchup and BBQ sauce. This is a big deal since I love ketchup on everything, and BBQ sauce is a staple to Texans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Milk products&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pickles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really craved many things...I just think about what I want to eat, and once I decide what won't make me sick, then I have to have it right then. Afterwards, I can't have it again for a few days. No leftovers more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam says that I am forgetting more than usual, and he says that I have been saying some things incorrectly in sentences. (I totally disagree, though. I blame it on "guy listening" which he has always suffered from.) The little muffin is kicking lightly, and Sam actually got to feel it the other night when I was very still. It was really cool.  So yea!  We're on our way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-4537667648859813624?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4537667648859813624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=4537667648859813624' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/4537667648859813624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/4537667648859813624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-word-is-out.html' title='So the word is out....'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-3720367285036039180</id><published>2008-11-16T13:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:26:03.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Grace and Nicholas got to spend Halloween together this year. We took the kids to our library for a fun Halloween party. That night, the church had a trunk-or-treat to kick off the night of candy frenzy. Everyone then took to the streets of Key West in a big group and had a blast. Nicholas needed help carrying his bag by the end, and since he only really likes the lollipops, Sam and I were obligated to help him get rid of the rest. Summer and Brent, I mean Grace, made a haul, too. That little girl is so cute, people gave her a ton of candy, even though she is only 7 months old and can't eat any of it. Brent and Summer had fun helping her eat what she couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas wore his costume to the Library party for 5 full minutes, which is a big deal! Every year Sam and I struggle getting his costume on him, even though Nicholas has picked out what he'll wear. We usually have a small wrestling match 3 minutes before we walk out the door to trick or treat, and the costume is off the second we walk back in the door. (I guess I don't have to complain about being one of those moms whose kid wears the full costume to the grocery store in the middle of June.) This year I thought things would be different because he tried on the whole Thomas costume in the toy store BEFORE we bought it - he beamed and smiled and wanted to buy it immediately. I was a little surprised that he didn't want to wear it all the time, but Nicholas has never been that way. No dress up for him. Sam is glad about that, and I'm glad for E-bay. I'll just put Thomas up for sale next year - Worn Once.  Practically Brand New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCMMD7CzrI/AAAAAAAAARA/IR1_GB08APk/s1600-h/Oct08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCMMD7CzrI/AAAAAAAAARA/IR1_GB08APk/s320/Oct08+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269365702862753458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCML9H7U5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1umpmajv6-U/s1600-h/Oct08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCML9H7U5I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1umpmajv6-U/s320/Oct08+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269365701037740946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCMLuY8DOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uI9qYj8LXmM/s1600-h/Oct08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCMLuY8DOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uI9qYj8LXmM/s320/Oct08+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269365697082559714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-3720367285036039180?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3720367285036039180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=3720367285036039180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/3720367285036039180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/3720367285036039180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCMMD7CzrI/AAAAAAAAARA/IR1_GB08APk/s72-c/Oct08+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-8638364247036071914</id><published>2008-11-16T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:08:13.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCLIRvmsmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IEgPoCKQBRE/s1600-h/Oct08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCLIRvmsmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IEgPoCKQBRE/s320/Oct08+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269364538341765730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCJ4mckpuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/cpg90j83qTQ/s1600-h/Oct08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCJ4mckpuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/cpg90j83qTQ/s320/Oct08+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269363169509549794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCLIt1upeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nVQXO43_k9M/s1600-h/Oct08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCLIt1upeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nVQXO43_k9M/s320/Oct08+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269364545883645410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCJ5XVkEnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hSzh_6EOdAY/s1600-h/Oct08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCJ5XVkEnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hSzh_6EOdAY/s320/Oct08+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269363182633489010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCJUCat7SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ujR-3QNPJP4/s1600-h/Oct08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCJUCat7SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ujR-3QNPJP4/s320/Oct08+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269362541362801954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCJTxOAQTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/USJhRels5Jk/s1600-h/Oct08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCJTxOAQTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/USJhRels5Jk/s320/Oct08+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269362536746074418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCJTkWtYHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/geNmgeIDPAI/s1600-h/Oct08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCJTkWtYHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/geNmgeIDPAI/s320/Oct08+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269362533292925042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCJTQWrVRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iQFClX09hyw/s1600-h/Oct08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCJTQWrVRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iQFClX09hyw/s320/Oct08+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269362527924081938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer, Brent, and Grace came to visit for a week, and we met them in Orlando at Disney World! What a great day. Nicholas LOVED riding the roller coasters and cried every time he got off...he wanted to go again and again. Sam and I were amazed that he is tall enough to go on the big rides (our baby is growing up!). Nicholas did not want to meet any Disney characters, though. He was too afraid! Scary roller coasters - no problem. Favorite Disney characters in person - freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the little muffin on the way, I stayed off some of the rides and got to spend some quality bonding time with Gracie. What a sweetie. I just love her! There were some rides I could go on (yea!), and it was fun to go with Nicholas and see Disney World through his eyes. It was also a blast to go with Brent and Summer and remember the times when Summer and I went growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day began and ended with a treat, too. Breakfast at Chik-Fil-A and Dinner at Sonic. These are two places I totally miss - there are NONE anywhere near us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-8638364247036071914?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8638364247036071914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=8638364247036071914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/8638364247036071914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/8638364247036071914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/disney-world.html' title='Disney World!'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SSCLIRvmsmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IEgPoCKQBRE/s72-c/Oct08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-6736097461804514619</id><published>2008-09-30T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:49:18.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SOK5HK_Ob8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/GbtFNI7DKcs/s1600-h/DCpicturesSep08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SOK5HK_Ob8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/GbtFNI7DKcs/s320/DCpicturesSep08+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251963648327184322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               Grandma Laura, Papa Sam,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        and Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SOK5HQMXLbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/PSqaqk9gwUA/s1600-h/DCpicturesSep08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SOK5HQMXLbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/PSqaqk9gwUA/s320/DCpicturesSep08+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251963649724460466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Sam, Big Sam, Laura, Kim, and Jake&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   at the White House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SOK5H9Rc7lI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oiUxa9im_Sc/s1600-h/DCpicturesSep08+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SOK5H9Rc7lI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oiUxa9im_Sc/s320/DCpicturesSep08+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251963661825404498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            Nicholas (and train, of course)&lt;br /&gt;                                                    in front of the Washington Monument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, this is not a joke. It is a real post! We are alive and doing well...we've just spent a little time off the internet "air waves" or whatever. I don't have too many excuses for not posting for so long; just the usual busy summer, trips, hurricane evacuations, and work. But things are getting back to a normal pace, and I'd love to catch you up! Here are our updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" alt="" /&gt;In July, Nicholas and I went to Texas. We had a wonderful time seeing friends and family. My sister, Reeta, our friend, Latina, and I threw a baby shower for my other sister, Summer and her sweet little Grace. Thanks to Facebook, there were people at the shower that we hadn't seen in years! Nicholas enjoyed playing with his cousins Claire, Grace, Annie Jane and Bryce. It was nice to visit with Grandma Betsy and Papa Robbie. Nicholas misses you! Papa Ben, Grandma Carol, and Uncle Corbin were a lot of fun and great hosts! We love their new home, and it was fun to decorate for my mom. We can't wait to come again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, we had our first Key West visitors! Sam's mom and dad came from Salt Lake City to soak up some sun and some grandson time. It was fun showing them around, going to the beach, eating yummy food, and getting out of town. We took a day trip to Miami so Sam and his dad could catch a Miami Dolphins game, and Nicholas, Grandma Laura and I hit the mall. It was hard to see them go - we loved having the Delises here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after Sam's parents left, hurricane season came in full swing. We prepared for Tropical Storm Fay like it was Armageddon, only to find out that the storm wasn't too big of a deal in the Keys...just like a Texas rain storm. It got worse for others north of us, so we felt lucky. As each new storm came, and the media set up camp in Key West, we found ourselves surprisingly disappointed. The storms would either turn just in time or pass us all together. We felt very blessed that nothing worse than a little flooding around town happened here.  Thank you, everyone, who called, e-mailed, and prayed for us! We really appreciate your concern for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September, Sam's dad received a call from the White House inviting him and his immediate blood relatives to attend a speech President Bush was giving at the White House on volunteering. Sam Sr. received an award from the President two years before for his volunteer efforts during Hurricane Katrina. Although Nicholas and I weren't able to go to the speech, we all went to Washington DC to spend time with Sam's parents, brother and sister, and cousins. Sam and his family had an awesome time at the White House. We had wonderful trip seeing all the sites: The War Memorials, Lincoln Memorial and Washington Monument, The National Archives, Museum of Art, and the Space Museum. I also got to see the Washington DC LDS temple where my parents were married -- so beautiful! Sam's cousins are so awesome...thanks for a terrific time, Tina and Jim! And thank you, Sam and Laura, for the awesome trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas started school when we got back from DC. He is in Pre-K and loves his class and his teacher Ms. Chris. Nicholas likes to play on the playground, play with blocks, and is learning to write letters. (Nicholas also wants you to know that he likes books and playing with puzzles.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well for Sam. We have some new interns and will be getting two more within the next few days. Sam hired our local friend Richard, as well, and he kicks butt in the store. The tourist scene has slowed a bit for the season, but October will bring back a lot of business, so we are looking forward to it. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's us in a nutshell for now. Things are good, we are well, and we still would love to have visitors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-6736097461804514619?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6736097461804514619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=6736097461804514619' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/6736097461804514619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/6736097461804514619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back in the Saddle Again'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SOK5HK_Ob8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/GbtFNI7DKcs/s72-c/DCpicturesSep08+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-504492656756415111</id><published>2008-07-05T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:15.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July KW Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SG-AmcfJZGI/AAAAAAAAALc/MQdC63r6oSI/s1600-h/July08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SG-AmcfJZGI/AAAAAAAAALc/MQdC63r6oSI/s320/July08+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531891115910242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SG-AmiUyCJI/AAAAAAAAALk/Gow8o95gC70/s1600-h/July08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SG-AmiUyCJI/AAAAAAAAALk/Gow8o95gC70/s320/July08+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531892683049106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SG-AmyEWdAI/AAAAAAAAALs/Qt_Kl-pypFk/s1600-h/July08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SG-AmyEWdAI/AAAAAAAAALs/Qt_Kl-pypFk/s320/July08+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531896909100034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beth and Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SG-AnGAvN6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/48tcGw3pAXg/s1600-h/July08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SG-AnGAvN6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/48tcGw3pAXg/s320/July08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531902262654882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SG-AnWS10wI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s9lFkHm0SGM/s1600-h/July08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SG-AnWS10wI/AAAAAAAAAL8/s9lFkHm0SGM/s320/July08+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219531906633552642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for the show,&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas did what he does best:&lt;br /&gt;plays with his trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, the whole matchy matchy red shirt&lt;br /&gt;thing was really a coincidence! It was not planned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Happy Fourth of July! (Happy Birthday to my cousin, Stephanie, too!) We went to a local beach to watch the fireworks, and it was so cool to see the different colors reflect on the water. About a hundred boats lined up in the ocean to watch from the water, and often people on the boats and on the land shot off their own fireworks while we waited for the big show.&lt;br /&gt;    Being near the water brought back so many memories of when I was a little girl. I'd go with my family to Town Lake in Austin, TX, and the fireworks were so close that I thought they'd land on me! I was pretty terrified of them for a few years! Eventually I realized they couldn't get me, and now they are my favorite part of the 4th festivities.&lt;br /&gt;   It was fun to watch the fireworks through Nicholas' eyes, too. He really enjoyed them and would comment on each one (Did you see that Mama?).  I loved looking over at him laying on Sam's chest to watch. (I'd get in my mom's lap to watch them when I was his age.) It was like time was copying itself!&lt;br /&gt;   So here are a few pictures of our Fireworks show in Key West. Even though we feel so far away from everyone, it was really cool to celebrate with so many others from all over the country. It reminded me that no matter where you are in America, you are home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-546a2f3852167f02" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D546a2f3852167f02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331872419%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BB633B01646F026882FCDC871D16847BAD7C5E8.7BF40ED405E321F42DFBFF33EE47EA79652F1330%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D546a2f3852167f02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzmUjr7qfbtrpZTkhoPthnALdi-E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D546a2f3852167f02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331872419%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BB633B01646F026882FCDC871D16847BAD7C5E8.7BF40ED405E321F42DFBFF33EE47EA79652F1330%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D546a2f3852167f02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzmUjr7qfbtrpZTkhoPthnALdi-E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you listen closely, you can hear Nicholas say at the end, "Now we can go home!" So silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-504492656756415111?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=546a2f3852167f02&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/504492656756415111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=504492656756415111' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/504492656756415111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/504492656756415111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july-kw-style.html' title='Fourth of July KW Style'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SG-AmcfJZGI/AAAAAAAAALc/MQdC63r6oSI/s72-c/July08+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-1236710464959841475</id><published>2008-06-24T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:16.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friends, the Delphs, invited us to one of their favorite places in the Keys: a sandbar about 6 miles away from Key West. You feel like you are in the middle of the ocean, and then the water becomes only a few feet deep. In all of the pictures, we are sitting down. There is a little deserted island where you can go camping - so cool. We had such a blast visiting, swimming, and collecting sea shells. It was a really great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEihkv-t9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/dMiHVJGS9h8/s1600-h/June08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEihkv-t9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/dMiHVJGS9h8/s320/June08+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215487803667691474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam, Beth, and Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEih_RJYYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AbySPdM7Oy4/s1600-h/June08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEih_RJYYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AbySPdM7Oy4/s320/June08+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215487810786124162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly, David, Piper, James, Daniel, Sam, Beth, and Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEiiHJgZDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XaGfbhzAqvA/s1600-h/June08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEiiHJgZDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XaGfbhzAqvA/s320/June08+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215487812901561394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel, David, Billy, Kelly, Piper, James, Nicholas, and Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEiiXKsIoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uJA5Pji8ers/s1600-h/June08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEiiXKsIoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uJA5Pji8ers/s320/June08+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215487817201492610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEiirFJKHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xcKRJ0C5GVU/s1600-h/June08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEiirFJKHI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xcKRJ0C5GVU/s320/June08+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215487822546937970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Key West is somewhere that way!&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/2000825733283012985-1236710464959841475?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1236710464959841475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=1236710464959841475' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/1236710464959841475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/1236710464959841475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEihkv-t9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/dMiHVJGS9h8/s72-c/June08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-4820794591677471070</id><published>2008-06-24T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:17.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Running Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures of the "boardwalk" by our house. It's a concrete sidewalk that goes around for about 4 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEaZLMgPTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9gMoKEbB9G8/s1600-h/June08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEaZLMgPTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9gMoKEbB9G8/s320/June08+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215478863276031282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view of the water when you leave our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEaZjb6sUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/M-2p1VvY0MA/s1600-h/June08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEaZjb6sUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/M-2p1VvY0MA/s320/June08+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215478869783130434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    Looking to the right of the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEaZgIfeFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Vo7fLiQgc2c/s1600-h/June08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEaZgIfeFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Vo7fLiQgc2c/s320/June08+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215478868896348242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Nicholas across the street from the &lt;a href="http://www.kwahs.com/martello.htm"&gt;East Martello Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm posting these pictures for two reasons. First, I love this part of Key West. It is so beautiful in the morning because the sun rises right here, and there are always people out walking, running, biking, and roller blading. I like to come out here to walk/run in the morning or evening, and we often take Nicholas here so he can run run run and then crash into bed.  Second reason for the pictures is this was an unusual night. We brought our camera on our walk and noticed that the water and sky were the exact same color. There was no wind at all, so the whole place was still and quiet. You couldn't tell where the water ended and the sky began. It reminded me of the Neverending Story and The Nothing. It felt a little creepy, but mostly really cool. And very very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-4820794591677471070?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4820794591677471070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=4820794591677471070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/4820794591677471070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/4820794591677471070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-running-trail.html' title='Our Running Trail'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEaZLMgPTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9gMoKEbB9G8/s72-c/June08+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-8310322807779097789</id><published>2008-06-24T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:17.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEZrTSjXsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rqHi6AnYUvc/s1600-h/June08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEZrTSjXsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rqHi6AnYUvc/s320/June08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215478075174903490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEZrqryh3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZZTHB9nO4Vc/s1600-h/June08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEZrqryh3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZZTHB9nO4Vc/s320/June08+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215478081454770034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nicholas likes to call everyone "Pants." Mama Pants, Daddy Pants, Nicholas Pants. It comes from two things...first, because he can't say poop unless he is really talking about it (he thinks it is really funny to say the word poop), so he says pants instead; and second must be from Sponge Bob Square Pants.&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, Nicholas' humor lately has been opposites. He likes to say I am his "sweet boy" and Daddy is his "sweet girl." So it wasn't too surprising that when I asked him to get dressed the other day, he thought it would be funny to put on his clothes the opposite way. When he walked into the room to say he was ready, I laughed out loud, and he was pretty proud of his little joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-8310322807779097789?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8310322807779097789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=8310322807779097789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/8310322807779097789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/8310322807779097789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/nicholas-pants.html' title='Nicholas Pants'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGEZrTSjXsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rqHi6AnYUvc/s72-c/June08+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-2031128559279416063</id><published>2008-06-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:18.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cayo Hueso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGERmt9wsxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/95IGqqHQNRY/s1600-h/June08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGERmt9wsxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/95IGqqHQNRY/s320/June08+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215469200343085842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGERnGKGedI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KrymApHR3dQ/s1600-h/June08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGERnGKGedI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KrymApHR3dQ/s320/June08+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215469206837295570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGERncWq52I/AAAAAAAAAIk/JCtd5K7phfw/s1600-h/June08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGERncWq52I/AAAAAAAAAIk/JCtd5K7phfw/s320/June08+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215469212795594594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGERngN9b_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/LFypymQXd2g/s1600-h/June08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGERngN9b_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/LFypymQXd2g/s320/June08+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215469213832802290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;History Lesson for the day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Cayo Hueso is the Spanish name for Key West. It means "Island of Bones." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" name="SecB5"&gt;When Ponce de Leon first arrived at Key West, the island was littered with bones from the Indians who had lived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" name="SecB5"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" name="SecB5"&gt;    Shipwrecking used to be a major contributor to the KW economy back in the day. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" name="SecB5"&gt;People would watch the water from the top of a tower, and if they saw a shipwreck, they'd ring the bell and yell "Wreck ashore!" Everyone in the town would run out to the wreck. The first boat captain to make it to the wreck took control of the ship (whether those aboard wanted him to or not), and people removed everything they could from the ship to sell, trade, or keep for themselves. Usually the ship was not completely underwater. Actually, the majority of the time,  a "wrecked" ship had only slight, but mostly fixable issues, the major one being unable to move because the boat had crashed into something (often placed there by KW locals). Although highly unethical, shipwrecking provided interesting salvaged items...including pianos with ivory keys. (I couldn't imaging dragging that out of the water!!) At one point, Key West was one of the richest cities per capita because of the shipwreck "industry."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" name="SecB5"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" name="SecB5"&gt;    Sam and Nicholas went around town recently and took a few cool pictures of our little island. Nicholas is pictured &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" name="SecB5"&gt; ringing the bell &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" name="SecB5"&gt;at the top of the Shipwreck Museum's tower. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="SecB5"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-2031128559279416063?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2031128559279416063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=2031128559279416063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/2031128559279416063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/2031128559279416063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/cayo-hueso.html' title='Cayo Hueso'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SGERmt9wsxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/95IGqqHQNRY/s72-c/June08+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-5162098048513385503</id><published>2008-06-11T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:19.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few new pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SE_m7I2DFJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XejOgCkGMPc/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SE_m7I2DFJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XejOgCkGMPc/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210637197551801490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas on the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SE_m7qu6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5XjNWp8qcUk/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SE_m7qu6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5XjNWp8qcUk/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210637206648681346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth on the train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SE_m8PTYMNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GYK5PNeLfds/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SE_m8PTYMNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GYK5PNeLfds/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210637216465301714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas at Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SE_m8jTEJQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/clWZiMZAf3U/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SE_m8jTEJQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/clWZiMZAf3U/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210637221832697090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas with our intern, Oanh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SE_m9Fzb2PI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Wx3BtqjrLMU/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SE_m9Fzb2PI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Wx3BtqjrLMU/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210637231095273714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel, Beth, and Chelsea (two of our interns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-5162098048513385503?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5162098048513385503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=5162098048513385503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/5162098048513385503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/5162098048513385503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-few-new-pics.html' title='Just a few new pics'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SE_m7I2DFJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XejOgCkGMPc/s72-c/IMG_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-8327477382500418910</id><published>2008-06-03T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:20.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYr7bu1WbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DFHYeEktX5U/s1600-h/May08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYr7bu1WbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DFHYeEktX5U/s320/May08+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207898319157025202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYr76NKN-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/2QeyT1l6rJk/s1600-h/May08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYr76NKN-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/2QeyT1l6rJk/s320/May08+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207898327337285602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! That fish is eating my child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYncmrc0MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x8XnhIsjKaY/s1600-h/May08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYncmrc0MI/AAAAAAAAAEw/x8XnhIsjKaY/s320/May08+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207893391473168578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas and a starfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYncygUc2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/dhbHZap9Fmk/s1600-h/May08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYncygUc2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/dhbHZap9Fmk/s320/May08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207893394647708514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam touching a nurse shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYndOpc8zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l2eUn0XHHEc/s1600-h/May08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYndOpc8zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l2eUn0XHHEc/s320/May08+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207893402202207026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry nurse sharks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYndTPiGwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/D9mQm-HHtuk/s1600-h/May08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYndTPiGwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/D9mQm-HHtuk/s320/May08+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207893403435670274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great white shark eating lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYndnEbVaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jj9B6oUtfCA/s1600-h/May08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYndnEbVaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jj9B6oUtfCA/s320/May08+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207893408757798306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas and Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    We spent the day at the aquarium getting to know some of the things we swim with when we're at the beach. Nicholas was brave and touched some of the starfish and sea cucumbers. Sam and Beth got to pet a nurse shark. There were tons of really cool fish and huge turtles (one with "Bubble Butt Syndrome." It really is a thing). Now we'll actually know some of the names of the fish we see when we snorkel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-8327477382500418910?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8327477382500418910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=8327477382500418910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/8327477382500418910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/8327477382500418910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/aquarium.html' title='The Aquarium'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYr7bu1WbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DFHYeEktX5U/s72-c/May08+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-1991967507300854252</id><published>2008-06-03T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:21.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Aboard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYl0AQL6VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2cMzEMp57Fg/s1600-h/May08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYl0AQL6VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2cMzEMp57Fg/s320/May08+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207891594451872082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is Local's Month in Key West, which means we get to see a lot of cool things for free. Nicholas is a train freak, so (of course) he chose to ride the train tour that goes around the entire town. Nicholas wanted to ride on the last seat of the train, but it faces backwards, so I told him we could sit there the last few minutes of the tour. He fell asleep halfway through, and I couldn't wake him up, so we didn't change seats. He was pretty sad when he woke up to say the least.  The next day, we went to the Aquarium, which is also free. When we came out, a train had just ended it's tour. Nicholas ran up and tried to get on the last seat. As we were trying to explain that he needed a special sticker to ride, the conductor came up. We told him how Nicholas wanted to ride in the last row yesterday, and that we plan on coming again later in the week so he could. The conductor said he had to go around the corner and up a few blocks to the train station, so he let the three of us ride on the back row. Our own personal train ride! It was very exciting for Nicholas (who seems to get a lot of cool things for free now that I think of it!). After we got to the train station, the engineer let Nicholas sit in his seat. That made his day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-1991967507300854252?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1991967507300854252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=1991967507300854252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/1991967507300854252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/1991967507300854252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-aboard.html' title='All Aboard!'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYl0AQL6VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2cMzEMp57Fg/s72-c/May08+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-8720650933437968600</id><published>2008-06-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:07:21.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for June!</title><content type='html'>So besides a great trip to Michigan, May pretty much sucked (sorry, Mom. I know how much you hate that word).  I'll save you all from the boring details, but basically this month had way too many downs on our little roller coaster of life. We tried to keep positive, but life kept throwing large, rotten, maggot infested lemons at us. In times like these, it was great to have my faith, my Sam and Nicholas, and a really great view of the ocean to keep me from cracking. Here are the things I have learned this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When life throws large, rotten, maggot infested lemons at you, sure you can make lemonade. And it's okay to make one batch with sugar and another batch with a little anthrax if you have a some in your cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There isn't too much a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper can't cure for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's always good to stop and smell the roses. Nicholas and I did just that, but in Key West they are called bougainvilleas, and they are all over the place. Even though they really don't smell like anything, it was a really sweet moment walking down the street and stopping to smell each flower with my little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hope is a very powerful antidepressant. Chocolate is good, but hope really feels better (plus there are less calories).  When the rotten lemons moved in, and brought along their friends, Hope moved in, and stayed in our room with us. Hope is a great house guest. She keeps out of your way but is by your side in a flash. And one day, she just sort of quietly lets herself out when you aren't looking. Before I knew it, her stay wasn't needed anymore. I can still feel her presence, but I am not as dependent on her as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When the boat rocks, you hold on tighter to the person you are in the boat with. "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger." Sam and I are not dead, and we are much stronger together because of it. Also, it is hard to feel down when you have a cute Nicholas telling you that he loves you or saying, "Mom, you're my sweet girl," and "Dad, you're my sweet boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you think of someone, call them. Write to them. Google them if you don't know where they are. Tell them they are important to you. God puts their name in your head for a reason. I learned this lesson the hard way, and now I have shoulda-coulda-wouldas to deal with forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have loved to have just been told these lessons instead of walking through them the hard way. But like the Footprints poem goes, there will be times when He carries you. I am grateful for those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from the Delises, we give May '08 the finger and say "Hello June.  We are glad you are here."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-8720650933437968600?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8720650933437968600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=8720650933437968600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/8720650933437968600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/8720650933437968600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/hooray-for-june.html' title='Hooray for June!'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-6482595333516296420</id><published>2008-06-03T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:22.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYXTgtPhFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gt3m8ZtH4kc/s1600-h/May08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYXTgtPhFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gt3m8ZtH4kc/s320/May08+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207875643065205842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Nicholas' favorite picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYXUHirpKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XRkBJeuckiA/s1600-h/May08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYXUHirpKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XRkBJeuckiA/s320/May08+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207875653489894562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer and Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYXUaxLuBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ME24QpJKSS4/s1600-h/May08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYXUaxLuBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ME24QpJKSS4/s320/May08+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207875658650990610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas loves to kiss Grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYXUz_IBZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GTJUBXQFpHs/s1600-h/May08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYXUz_IBZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GTJUBXQFpHs/s320/May08+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207875665420354962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Grace at PF Changs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYXVdL98mI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GujnWy48g94/s1600-h/May08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYXVdL98mI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GujnWy48g94/s320/May08+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207875676480074338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way they are looking at each other!&lt;br /&gt;I hope they are always close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    Nicholas and I went to Michigan to visit my sister Summer, her husband Brent, and see their new little muffin, Grace. She is so sweet! Brent and Summer are great parents, and they are all so lucky to have each other! We had a blast getting to know little Gracie. I was able to spend some quality one on one time feeding Grace and hanging out with her while Summer slept, took a shower, took a breath! Nicholas is a great cousin. He was so helpful, and when Grace cried, Nicholas would say, "Just a second Grace, I'm coming," or "Hold on Grace, I'm getting your passie." He kept saying, "Let me give her a kiss." What a sweet guy. He will be a great big brother...someday!&lt;br /&gt;   I also LOVED going shopping. I dragged Summer and the kids all over the place - Ikea, Target, Wal-mart, Old Navy, the (most awesome) mall, Pottery Barn. As much as I love Key West and the beach, there is NO PLACE to shop. Most locals shop online or take a 3 hour drive to Miami every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;   Summer also took us to the zoo with some of her friends, and we had a really fun time seeing the animals. It poured buckets of rain, but it was fun to run around in the rain. Key West only gets a short rain shower about once a month, so it was nice to see rain again. Michigan is cold, so I liked wearing jeans and long sleeves for a few days. But not for too long! It was great to come "home" to the beach, the sun, and the palm trees. I just hope Gracie doesn't grow up to much before we see her again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-6482595333516296420?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6482595333516296420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=6482595333516296420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/6482595333516296420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/6482595333516296420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/michigan.html' title='Michigan'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SEYXTgtPhFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gt3m8ZtH4kc/s72-c/May08+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-4031948324978129460</id><published>2008-06-03T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:42:20.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by my seriously awesome friend, Kelly....Here's the lowdown:&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is your man? Sam&lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you been together? 9 years (almost to the day!)&lt;br /&gt;3. How long dated? 7 months&lt;br /&gt;4. How old is your man? 29&lt;br /&gt;5. Who eats more? Sam&lt;br /&gt;6. Who said "I love you" first? Sam...seriously 3 days into dating&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is taller? Sam&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sings better? We both do. We have both been singing forever.&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is smarter? It depends on what we are talking about. Politics and computers: Sam&lt;br /&gt;Social issues, medical stuff: Beth&lt;br /&gt;10. Whose temper is worse? Depends on the situation&lt;br /&gt;11. Who does the laundry? Both&lt;br /&gt;12. Who does the dishes? Both although I feel like he should since I cook.&lt;br /&gt;13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? If you are looking at the bed from the door, I sleep on the right. It always changes where we live. For some reason, I always sleep closest to the door, even though I make Sam get up to get the bad guys and check on noises.&lt;br /&gt;14. Who pays the bills? We both do. Dave Ramsey anyone?&lt;br /&gt;15. Who has bigger feet? Sam&lt;br /&gt;16. Who has longer hair? Me. And, luckily for me, on the day I hacked off all of my hair, Sam shaved his head bald while I was gone just in case I came home with less hair.&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is better with the computer? Definitely Sam. Hello - he worked for Dell!&lt;br /&gt;18. Who mows the lawn? The maintenance guy.&lt;br /&gt;19. Who cooks dinner? I do, unless I don't feel like it, then I ask Sam to cook which means we are going out.&lt;br /&gt;20. Who drives when you are together? We trade off. He prefers to drive on highways, and I like to drive in town.&lt;br /&gt;21. Who pays when you go out? Sam&lt;br /&gt;22. Who is most stubborn? We are both stubborn! He's Greek. I'm Beth.&lt;br /&gt;23. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Sam 99% of the time. But that's because I'm never wrong. HAHA! No, he's actually that nice of a guy.&lt;br /&gt;24. Whose parents do you see the most? We haven't seen any lately. HINT HINT!&lt;br /&gt;25. Who kissed who first? Sam asked me if he could kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;26. Who asked who out? We were set up on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;27. Who proposed? Sam asked me two weeks into dating! Of course I didn't say yes right then. I think he asked me about 3 times total.&lt;br /&gt;28. Who is more sensitive? We both are, although Sam cries more, and I get my feelings hurt more.&lt;br /&gt;29. Who has more friends? We have about the same, I just spend more time talking to mine and going to lunch, etc.&lt;br /&gt;30. Who has more siblings? I do&lt;br /&gt;31. Who wears the pants in the family? Honestly, in the day to day, I do. But he is also my boss, so at work he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-4031948324978129460?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4031948324978129460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=4031948324978129460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/4031948324978129460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/4031948324978129460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-7258119152550077312</id><published>2008-05-17T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:37:44.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons why I love my bathroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;We live in a condo in Key West, and there are two bedrooms and two bathrooms that are just about the exact same size.  When we moved in, we had the awesome idea to have a girls bathroom and a boys bathroom. After 8 years of marriage and getting in each others' way every morning, it has totally been one of the best ideas we've ever had. I highly recommend it. Here are the 10 reasons I personally love having a girls bathroom and a boys bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We no longer crawl all over each other trying to get ready in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;9. Our razors don't get mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;8. He likes his one bottle of shampoo and one bar of soap; I like my three bottles of hair stuff and numerous shower gels.&lt;br /&gt;7. (This goes along with #8) After running out of soap, Sam no longer smells like a fruity Victoria's Secret flower because he doesn't use my shower gels. He just gets out a new bar of manly man soap.&lt;br /&gt;6. If the TP is out, whose fault is that? Now we can only blame ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;5. When guests come, we have at least one clean bathroom. (You can decide which one that is.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Boys clean their toilet, girls clean their toilet. Aka you mess it up, you clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you want to leave clothes all over the floor, go ahead. If you want a neat bathroom, great. You get to decide.&lt;br /&gt;2. The literature is so much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;1. Boys clean their toilet, girls clean their toilet. Aka you mess it up, you clean it up. (I can't stress how great this is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-7258119152550077312?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7258119152550077312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=7258119152550077312' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/7258119152550077312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/7258119152550077312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-reasons-why-i-love-my-bathroom.html' title='10 reasons why I love my bathroom'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-7987237253674886389</id><published>2008-05-01T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:23.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoH6K9o3vI/AAAAAAAAADw/T1q9MYG0BQk/s1600-h/April08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoH6K9o3vI/AAAAAAAAADw/T1q9MYG0BQk/s320/April08+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195473816081981170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoGa69o3pI/AAAAAAAAADA/MfrpTQuMcqQ/s1600-h/April08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoGa69o3pI/AAAAAAAAADA/MfrpTQuMcqQ/s320/April08+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195472179699441298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoGba9o3qI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ts6ucxR87tg/s1600-h/April08+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoGba9o3qI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ts6ucxR87tg/s320/April08+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195472188289375906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoGbq9o3rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/E5fpcUI5XJY/s1600-h/April08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoGbq9o3rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/E5fpcUI5XJY/s320/April08+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195472192584343218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoGb69o3sI/AAAAAAAAADY/l5D52F5vtOA/s1600-h/April08+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoGb69o3sI/AAAAAAAAADY/l5D52F5vtOA/s320/April08+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195472196879310530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like going to the beach as much as possible, and we try to go on our day off. Sometimes this is in the middle of the week which feels a little weird. "It is Wednesday, and we are just hanging out at the ocean." So not corporate America, which is fine with me. Sam and I went snorkeling in Mexico and loved it, so we've gotten into the snorkeling thing here. Nicholas comes along since the water isn't deep, and he likes to ask what's in the water. (He's not quite into going under water yet.) We usually go from the land out to the rocks (pictured), and then crawl around on the rocks. There are some really cool fish hanging out there! Sam grew up hiking in Utah and wanted to do that with his kids, except he didn't realize that our "hiking" would be a little different!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-7987237253674886389?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7987237253674886389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=7987237253674886389' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/7987237253674886389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/7987237253674886389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/beach-pics.html' title='Beach Pics'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoH6K9o3vI/AAAAAAAAADw/T1q9MYG0BQk/s72-c/April08+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-2476919941192106153</id><published>2008-05-01T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:23.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with a 4 year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoBzq9o3oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WNzUuCpyay4/s1600-h/April08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoBzq9o3oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WNzUuCpyay4/s320/April08+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195467107343064706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This has got to be one of the funniest pictures I've taken of Pickle. He only wears a shirt and underwear around the house, so that's not new. But to add the swim float and dancing frogs? Priceless if you ask me. I'm saving this one for the senior graduation slide show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-2476919941192106153?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2476919941192106153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=2476919941192106153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/2476919941192106153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/2476919941192106153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-with-4-year-old.html' title='Life with a 4 year old'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoBzq9o3oI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WNzUuCpyay4/s72-c/April08+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-4671217363494583968</id><published>2008-05-01T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:24.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoAhq9o3jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nLFf0YhQ6Jg/s1600-h/April08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoAhq9o3jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nLFf0YhQ6Jg/s320/April08+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195465698593791538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoAiK9o3kI/AAAAAAAAACY/XGGJRm70TQs/s1600-h/April08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoAiK9o3kI/AAAAAAAAACY/XGGJRm70TQs/s320/April08+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195465707183726146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoAiq9o3lI/AAAAAAAAACg/2wH0Tj7HBTc/s1600-h/April08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoAiq9o3lI/AAAAAAAAACg/2wH0Tj7HBTc/s320/April08+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195465715773660754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoAi69o3mI/AAAAAAAAACo/GCM5BphGZmY/s1600-h/April08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoAi69o3mI/AAAAAAAAACo/GCM5BphGZmY/s320/April08+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195465720068628066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoAja9o3nI/AAAAAAAAACw/PJSYJFl-7Bw/s1600-h/April08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoAja9o3nI/AAAAAAAAACw/PJSYJFl-7Bw/s320/April08+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195465728658562674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Key West has a really cool Butterfly Conservatory, so we had to check it out last week. When you walk in the room, it's like you're in a butterfly snow globe! There are thousands of real butterflies flying all around you. The butterflies love the humidity, so I felt like I was in Austin. (split second boo hoo I miss Austin) I think this is one of our favorite places in Key West (either that or I am just getting a little tired of all the pirate museums!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-4671217363494583968?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4671217363494583968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=4671217363494583968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/4671217363494583968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/4671217363494583968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBoAhq9o3jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nLFf0YhQ6Jg/s72-c/April08+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-2226634078573766995</id><published>2008-05-01T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:24.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBn9B69o3gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SANJyZa_2hY/s1600-h/April08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBn9B69o3gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SANJyZa_2hY/s320/April08+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195461854598061570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBn9Ca9o3hI/AAAAAAAAACA/WDY_VtQJDpk/s1600-h/April08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBn9Ca9o3hI/AAAAAAAAACA/WDY_VtQJDpk/s320/April08+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195461863187996178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBn9Cq9o3iI/AAAAAAAAACI/vGHYBN36I28/s1600-h/April08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBn9Cq9o3iI/AAAAAAAAACI/vGHYBN36I28/s320/April08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195461867482963490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Library story time day is a highlight in our house. Nicholas is a squirmin' worm until we get there. Last week our craft project was making our own bubble wands. Nicholas chose to make a circle and a triangle. We went outside to see how well pipe cleaners hold up to homemade soap and three year olds. Also pictured is our friend Lily Rose who has the sweetest little voice I have ever heard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-2226634078573766995?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2226634078573766995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=2226634078573766995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/2226634078573766995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/2226634078573766995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles!'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBn9B69o3gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SANJyZa_2hY/s72-c/April08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-553473826150591988</id><published>2008-05-01T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:25.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Key West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBn5-K9o3eI/AAAAAAAAABo/7q25KxStXvg/s1600-h/April08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBn5-K9o3eI/AAAAAAAAABo/7q25KxStXvg/s320/April08+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195458491638668770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So since we live so close to the beach, we usually go once a week. Our favorite beach is close to the "edge of the world" - basically all of the cruise ships, military boats, and anyone going to the Caribbean pass us on their way out. I'm still getting used to being so close to other parts of the world since I've lived inland for so long. Key West seems to have an identity crisis...Am I America, am I a third world country, are there any rules here at all? It's basically a melting pot of people, food, cultures and yes, well, pot. So many people come into our store each day from any country you can think of - Brazil (which makes Sam's day!) Japan, Holland, Scotland (yea James McAvoy!), England, Switzerland, Canada, Israel, Italy, France, etc. I feel a little...what's the word...selfish? Self-centered? I haven't bothered to learn other languages or travel out of my little world enough to go to these other countries and visit. And so many of these people are coming in and speaking English to me. I need to broaden myself a little more I think. "Yo hablo un poquito espanol" isn't quite cutting it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-553473826150591988?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/553473826150591988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=553473826150591988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/553473826150591988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/553473826150591988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/key-west.html' title='Key West'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SBn5-K9o3eI/AAAAAAAAABo/7q25KxStXvg/s72-c/April08+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000825733283012985.post-1443226851801290193</id><published>2008-04-13T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:50:26.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth and Her Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKV8YfmE8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hZgd6CUZicI/s1600-h/Pictures0708+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKV8YfmE8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hZgd6CUZicI/s320/Pictures0708+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188874585283892162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of "not getting with the times"  in the world of blogging, we finally decided to start our own blog.  Because I'm the "DAD," I took it upon myself to bring my little fam into the 21st century....Here's goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background....In September, we moved from our home in Austin, TX to Saratoga Springs, Utah on a "feeling." Within two weeks, we heard about an awesome company called Del Sol, and to make a long story short, Sam was offered a position to work in Key West, FL. In January, on Sam's first day of training at the corporate offices in Utah, he drove his car through a blizzard and three feet of snow - a commute that should have taken 20 minutes and ended up lasting 2 HOURS.    Key West never looked so good, and we knew we were making the right move! What a difference a few thousand miles makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is really enjoying his work with Del Sol (www.delsol.com)  He is the manager of a very busy but profitable store.  He went through two months of training and was recently given the keys to the store. Sam enjoys meeting the tourists that come through the store and hopes that they at least buy a shirt...or seven.    The place keeps him busy, and he is never bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam just turned 30 on April 4th.  He enjoys all the new aches and pains of this magical age.  He lately has enjoyed all the "old jokes" along with what he calls "The Crazies" that come with the 30's.  Honestly half the time he forgets that he is 30, which may also come with his new age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth also had her birthday on February 10th.  We celebrated her birthday this year with a Key Lime pie instead of a birthday cake.  She recently cut her hair &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt;.  In Sam's words, "She looks hot!"  Beth says that's why she did it....she was "hot" in Key West. She is also working in the store with Sam.  Sam hired her not only because of her brains but also because she is super sweet to the customers. She loves to people watch - especially tourists, as well as shopping in all of the stores along Duval Street.  Most of all, Beth loves to go to the beach and spend time with "Pickle" (Nicholas). Beth is excited about living here and is always looking for new things to do around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas just turned four!  He still loves his Thomas the Tank Engine, Diego, Dora the Explorer and the famous Sponge Bob.  He loves to go to the library for story time and the train table. Nicholas has met many friends, especially a new friend, Hal, from Jackson, WY. The two play at the library and the beach and feed off of each others' "enthusiasm" (aka screaming and acting silly). He is always coming up with new things to say.  The other day he asked Beth,  "Mom are you happy or sad?"  Beth said that she was sad because she had to go to work and could not be with Nicholas.  Nicholas responded with "Don't worry mom, if you work hard you will be happy."  Words of wisdom from our little munchkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all enjoying our time in Key West.  We look forward to sharing our experiences in paradise while some of you continue to freeze in the snow.  All joking aside, we really do miss our friends and family and hope all is well with you. PLEASE COME VISIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, Beth and Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKWZofmE9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/MDndFSltWEo/s1600-h/Pictures0708+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKWZofmE9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/MDndFSltWEo/s320/Pictures0708+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188875087795065810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset over Key West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKbVYfmFFI/AAAAAAAAABg/2Oa3Vz8o4-g/s1600-h/Pictures0708+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKbVYfmFFI/AAAAAAAAABg/2Oa3Vz8o4-g/s320/Pictures0708+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188880512338760786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beth and her new hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKX84fmFAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ItBhO9C21kQ/s1600-h/Pictures0708+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKX84fmFAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ItBhO9C21kQ/s320/Pictures0708+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188876792897082370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     Nicholas and Beth   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKX9ofmFCI/AAAAAAAAABI/zuntIIP-sHE/s1600-h/Pictures0708+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKX9ofmFCI/AAAAAAAAABI/zuntIIP-sHE/s320/Pictures0708+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188876805781984290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beth's oldest boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKapYfmFEI/AAAAAAAAABY/0wyOhSscXig/s1600-h/Pictures0708+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKapYfmFEI/AAAAAAAAABY/0wyOhSscXig/s320/Pictures0708+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188879756424516674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beth's youngest boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKX9ofmFCI/AAAAAAAAABI/zuntIIP-sHE/s1600-h/Pictures0708+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000825733283012985-1443226851801290193?l=thedelisfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1443226851801290193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2000825733283012985&amp;postID=1443226851801290193' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/1443226851801290193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2000825733283012985/posts/default/1443226851801290193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelisfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/beth-and-her-boys.html' title='Beth and Her Boys'/><author><name>THE DELIS FAMILY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893543418056960699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x8uz5TiV6WI/SAKV8YfmE8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hZgd6CUZicI/s72-c/Pictures0708+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
