<?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-20738979</id><updated>2011-12-03T11:53:15.748-07:00</updated><category term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><category term='visitors'/><category term='Family Outings'/><category term='little_h'/><category term='India'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Shii_chan'/><title type='text'>Tepid Temerity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470213964589711562</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>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-522765797803980568</id><published>2011-04-23T15:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:41.767-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii_chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Recently</title><content type='html'>Our kids got grown a lot.  It is getting warmer every day...  Well, some days are better than other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March Little H took some ball class.  He learned volleyball, baseball, soccer, football, and basketball.  He is only 3, so you can imagine how tricky that was.  He enjoyed very much.  It was more fun than any other classes that he took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch3Kv-gLPOk/TbNE5v-5OZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MrLjrnGQ3JY/s1600/IMG_3633_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch3Kv-gLPOk/TbNE5v-5OZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MrLjrnGQ3JY/s320/IMG_3633_4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598894520675154322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FwLwYtEBxec/TbNE5XhLsXI/AAAAAAAAAns/P_v2gslPOuM/s1600/IMG_3631_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FwLwYtEBxec/TbNE5XhLsXI/AAAAAAAAAns/P_v2gslPOuM/s320/IMG_3631_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598894514108084594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yy7Uat-m4EI/TbNE5DrGmEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/qBG55fQlndQ/s1600/IMG_3630_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yy7Uat-m4EI/TbNE5DrGmEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/qBG55fQlndQ/s320/IMG_3630_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598894508780984386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42gCcc4efw0/TbNE47aOy8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/KDJx6oTWwTo/s1600/IMG_3629_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42gCcc4efw0/TbNE47aOy8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/KDJx6oTWwTo/s320/IMG_3629_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598894506562735042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuE3l2lZjR4/TbNE4nS2myI/AAAAAAAAAnU/-MYcH9EcNUk/s1600/IMG_3628_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuE3l2lZjR4/TbNE4nS2myI/AAAAAAAAAnU/-MYcH9EcNUk/s320/IMG_3628_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598894501163080482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved the basketball.  Now he owns his ball.  When he finds older boys are playing, he wants to join so bad.  But he is still a little boy he needs to be patience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been a great brother for Shi chan.  He helps her all the time.  He brings her bag for her.  He helps clean toys for her.  He initiates to play with her.  He takes her hand and walks the side walks.  What a wonderful brother to have.  Shi chan, she loves her brother!  no wonder.  She thinks he is the coolest person in a planet.  She loves to hung out with him and of cause she already learned how to ask to get a good help.  She asks him to help her out and she just stands near by him and watch him clean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I want her to learn cleaning but she knows how to work system around already.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Little H and Shi chan enjoy to sing and dance.  They remember some Japanese children songs with motions.  Obento, Ohkinakuri no kino shitade, Kirakira boshi, Atakma Kata Hiza ashi are few songs they love to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shi chan and Little H enjoy the warm weather in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csb5ABbrJ8Q/TbNFV7tuZPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/y4TjiMwaxis/s1600/IMG_3637_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csb5ABbrJ8Q/TbNFV7tuZPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/y4TjiMwaxis/s320/IMG_3637_8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598895004860703986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIu35bX2MUk/TbNFVqii6SI/AAAAAAAAAn8/EYz4FTTt5uo/s1600/IMG_3636_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jIu35bX2MUk/TbNFVqii6SI/AAAAAAAAAn8/EYz4FTTt5uo/s320/IMG_3636_7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598895000250411298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been playing with neighbor girl who is also half Japanese.  She is two.  Every Friday they play together.  They love each other like a real brother and sisters.  When they are at church, the first person to go and say hi is each other.  They give the biggest hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should add, Little H loves to shake everyone's hand.  After sacrament meeting, he goes up to the poppet and shakes everyone's hand.  That is his routine of the Sunday.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi chan is a very talkative young girl.  She express herself really well.  "Mom, I want to be cute.  I want to wear pink shirt with red pants."  "Mom, you are cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few things she says.  She is the cutest young lady in our family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-522765797803980568?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=522765797803980568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/522765797803980568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/522765797803980568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2011/04/recently.html' title='Recently'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch3Kv-gLPOk/TbNE5v-5OZI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MrLjrnGQ3JY/s72-c/IMG_3633_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-2978379743723122308</id><published>2011-03-01T14:55:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:25:31.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, they are age that they can play together and they love having friends at home. Of cause they get in fight sometime. But they love each other for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GWaueXqZaQ/TW1tqZUvpGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/7xch-t8tsVQ/s1600/IMG_3602_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GWaueXqZaQ/TW1tqZUvpGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/7xch-t8tsVQ/s320/IMG_3602_4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579236088501740642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfHuK8bq2vk/TW1tpuyQJKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0uHdklGbdXw/s1600/IMG_3596_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfHuK8bq2vk/TW1tpuyQJKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0uHdklGbdXw/s320/IMG_3596_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579236077082780834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They share the favorite char in a home.  Little H tries to take care of his sister as much as he can.  He helps to teach her to bring a chair to set up for meal time.  He tried to teach her how to read Japanese Alphabet and English Alphabet.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RApSf4Ks2hk/TW1uhFbfHJI/AAAAAAAAAmc/P1d_kF4hd_E/s1600/IMG_3599_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RApSf4Ks2hk/TW1uhFbfHJI/AAAAAAAAAmc/P1d_kF4hd_E/s320/IMG_3599_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579237028054113426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcFTgswGKlA/TW1u2nrJHAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ToPqgZfKPVk/s1600/IMG_3616_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcFTgswGKlA/TW1u2nrJHAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ToPqgZfKPVk/s320/IMG_3616_9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579237398023838722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both love to read books like their dad.  They love to hung out with books a lot.  They ask to be red all the time.  I just hope that they can read by themselves soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-LjEiCdrNQ/TW1wc_Hfj4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/dDAsAbxzZcA/s1600/IMG_3610_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-LjEiCdrNQ/TW1wc_Hfj4I/AAAAAAAAAm8/dDAsAbxzZcA/s320/IMG_3610_6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579239156663422850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCgdYuBMGac/TW1wcrKvp0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/47U38KjzilU/s1600/IMG_3612_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PCgdYuBMGac/TW1wcrKvp0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/47U38KjzilU/s320/IMG_3612_7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579239151308351298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kamCcj2I6Bw/TW1wcCSlTTI/AAAAAAAAAms/_ZIxWznJNz8/s1600/IMG_3614_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kamCcj2I6Bw/TW1wcCSlTTI/AAAAAAAAAms/_ZIxWznJNz8/s320/IMG_3614_8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579239140335373618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi chan is learning a lot of things.  She is trying to copy what her brother does.  Now she is learning to brash her teeth by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NghbqLFr-CY/TW1xJAPx9uI/AAAAAAAAAnE/h6kLOWlLLPI/s1600/IMG_3620_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NghbqLFr-CY/TW1xJAPx9uI/AAAAAAAAAnE/h6kLOWlLLPI/s320/IMG_3620_10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579239912880862946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Museum in town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4geU81UuJsM/TW1x4H-0c4I/AAAAAAAAAnM/chC_QRqBZbQ/s1600/IMG_3607_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4geU81UuJsM/TW1x4H-0c4I/AAAAAAAAAnM/chC_QRqBZbQ/s320/IMG_3607_5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579240722411058050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids grow every day and night.  I hope I do not miss anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-2978379743723122308?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=2978379743723122308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2978379743723122308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2978379743723122308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2011/03/now-they-are-age-that-they-can-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GWaueXqZaQ/TW1tqZUvpGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/7xch-t8tsVQ/s72-c/IMG_3602_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-6387954026916797915</id><published>2010-10-31T20:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:33:18.168-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii_chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2010 and Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has been a long time since I posted anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a good Halloween.  Here is some photos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed walking with hand to hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/TM4kpQtuw7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-glHwpYgn3U/s1600/IMG_3520_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/TM4kpQtuw7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-glHwpYgn3U/s320/IMG_3520_9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401283364930482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Train Engineer and a cute monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/TM4kozpFZpI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2Fb0KtkA_nE/s1600/IMG_3516_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/TM4kozpFZpI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2Fb0KtkA_nE/s320/IMG_3516_5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401275560814226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/TM4kom3qPbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mbj7xoMUawI/s320/IMG_3515_4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401272132287922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a Pierette dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/TM4ko8rLVEI/AAAAAAAAAlU/JPPzjPZgfvE/s320/IMG_3517_6.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401277985510466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She is the cutest monkey ever.  She loves bananas and gets so mad when she cannot have one.&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/_OiARhcFykiM/TM4kocwDZkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/uvx0fH5F-B0/s1600/IMG_3513_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/TM4kocwDZkI/AAAAAAAAAk8/uvx0fH5F-B0/s320/IMG_3513_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534401269416027714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H thought it was the coolest thing ever.  He loved to handing candies to trick or treaters at home also.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shi chan had a good time till she encountered a dog.  After that incident, every time she close to door, she started to back off and ask to be held.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad and grandpa took them to trick to treat, so I stayed home with grandma.  She was busy handing candies, but I had a good homemade hot apple cyder with caramel popcorn.  It was a cold rain night but we had a great Halloween activity. &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/20738979-6387954026916797915?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=6387954026916797915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/6387954026916797915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/6387954026916797915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-2010-and-fall.html' title='Halloween 2010 and Fall'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/TM4kpQtuw7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-glHwpYgn3U/s72-c/IMG_3520_9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-6735031693990212880</id><published>2010-09-16T00:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:23:20.353-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><title type='text'>So, lately</title><content type='html'>We finally bought a house.  After more than three years of hunting is done.  Yea!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it is time to think about what we want to do to the house.  I mean remodeling.  Not that much but a few things before we move in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that I do not like to think any more.  I used to think more hard things and made decisions.  But lately, I seem to have a little trouble to make decisions....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to decide on things requires big moneys I mean really big.  Like 10, 000 dollars for one machine to build or change or whatever for my work.  Or in fact, one decision may change people's life or safety.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I have a trouble decidedness with one color of paint of the wall.   What a happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is silly.  I feel stupid.  But I feel it is very difficult to make the decision that will please me and my family at same time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/20738979-6735031693990212880?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=6735031693990212880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/6735031693990212880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/6735031693990212880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-lately.html' title='So, lately'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-7491443256300192642</id><published>2010-03-21T20:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:53:03.017-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><title type='text'>Recipies</title><content type='html'>I was reading my freind's blog which is called recipie blog.  It is great.  It only contains recipies.  I am thinking to start it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I have recipies that needs to be organized and I do not like to rewrite in book...  So I am thinking to have recpie blog is not a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, when I need it it is all there and redy to use and organized the way I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give a little more thought on this, but I may copy her idea too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-7491443256300192642?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=7491443256300192642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7491443256300192642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7491443256300192642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2010/03/recipies.html' title='Recipies'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-2477041589697786990</id><published>2009-12-07T20:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:08:13.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii_chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Loves to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little H is growing into independent boy stage. He certainly shows me what he likes and dislikes. It is interesting to see how he is becoming a little boy instead of a extended baby stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, he is a big fun of being in a kitchen and helping mom. It is fun to see how he gets excited but be honest, sometime it is frustrating he is EVERY WHERE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sx3PU5ShqeI/AAAAAAAAAko/WwlClvewxx0/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412710285052062178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sx3PU5ShqeI/AAAAAAAAAko/WwlClvewxx0/s320/d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love to see his smiling face when he can get to help me. He washes some vegetables, put rice in a drainer to rinse, and the favorite of all press the microwave bottom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little H loves to help little sister also. When she cries he come right up and comfort her. He gets so concerned of her. When I was cleaning shii chan's nostril, she cried hard to refuse to be cleaned... Well, Little H hates to be cleaned his nose also. When he saw what I was doing to her, he looked at me and said "Yamete!!!! No." Yamete means "Stop it". He was shaking his head really big and telling me that I should stop so that she doesn't have to cry... It made me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sx3PTzeWlGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/G2Bq5Yl1cPQ/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412710266311185506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sx3PTzeWlGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/G2Bq5Yl1cPQ/s320/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beloved princess is loving the life in a morning till get tiered. For some reasons, she is not happy evening time every day. She gets fussy and cranky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She love to be in a saucer for baby. She is jumping inside and smiles. She grabs toy and of cause put toys in her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sx3PUBZ4B4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/_uI7n9lv3Pc/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412710270050502530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sx3PUBZ4B4I/AAAAAAAAAkY/_uI7n9lv3Pc/s320/b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She hates to war clothing. She loves to be just naked if it is possible. Like her brother, she loves to take a bath and splashes at mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sx3PUk7df9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/vJk16B2K4Vc/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412710279586611154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sx3PUk7df9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/vJk16B2K4Vc/s320/c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot have enough smiles from her. Her smiles are truly happy face and make all of happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-2477041589697786990?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=2477041589697786990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2477041589697786990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2477041589697786990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/12/loves-to-do.html' title='Loves to do...'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sx3PU5ShqeI/AAAAAAAAAko/WwlClvewxx0/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-2359888712702723680</id><published>2009-11-25T22:55:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:10:10.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Little H and stuffed animal and his obssesion</title><content type='html'>Lately, Little H loves an ape stuffed animal that I had... Now, it is his and he takes it everywhere at home. This stuffed name is now "Gori" It is from "Gorira" in Japanese which means Gorilla. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ZO_QQmOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/F3nqlw6vf0c/s1600/IMG_2477_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408287947807037666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ZO_QQmOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/F3nqlw6vf0c/s200/IMG_2477_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ZPaNMoNI/AAAAAAAAAj4/UXMhC40Zvj0/s1600/IMG_2490_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408287955041951954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ZPaNMoNI/AAAAAAAAAj4/UXMhC40Zvj0/s200/IMG_2490_6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is still a boy, one minutes he tenderly pads the Gori, next minutes he wrestle with him. But I have to admit, it is supper cute that he loves it so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I tried to take a picture of him, he decided to show me a funny face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ZPuKTEpI/AAAAAAAAAkA/wlccSJngGxA/s1600/IMG_2489_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408287960398500498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ZPuKTEpI/AAAAAAAAAkA/wlccSJngGxA/s200/IMG_2489_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ZP9OYRsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/uvJ75GxcocY/s1600/IMG_2480_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Past two weeks, he loves to hung out in a kitchen with mom. He is a good little helper often times.  He cleans the floor pretty well.  He tried to help to put grocery away with me.  He love to watch me cooking.  Before he climbs on the radder, he says "Miru, Sawara nai" with shaking head and weaving hand. It means "Watch and do not touch" I have been teaching him not to touch unless I say OK in a kitchen. But of cause he finds some pots and balls when I was busy doing some housework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The result.... He had a big smile on his face.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ZP9OYRsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/uvJ75GxcocY/s1600/IMG_2480_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408287964442150594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ZP9OYRsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/uvJ75GxcocY/s200/IMG_2480_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/20738979-2359888712702723680?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=2359888712702723680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2359888712702723680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2359888712702723680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-h-and-stuffed-animal-and-his.html' title='Little H and stuffed animal and his obssesion'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ZO_QQmOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/F3nqlw6vf0c/s72-c/IMG_2477_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-1246386676615330647</id><published>2009-11-21T20:14:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:46:37.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii_chan'/><title type='text'>Shi chan on parade</title><content type='html'>So, 6 months with a baby is so fast and amazing. She grows up so fast. I cannot believe how big she is now. Well, she is about 95% height, 90% weight, 25% head circumference. She is our little big girl.  Sorry that some of pictures did not turn out so good.  I should have picked little beter one.  Oh well....  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RCZRmV5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/wv6Mc2LMG-Q/s1600/IMG_2499_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408278935360657298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RCZRmV5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/wv6Mc2LMG-Q/s200/IMG_2499_10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RBnk0qDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/eMc2Dps1D9s/s1600/IMG_2497_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408278922019514418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RBnk0qDI/AAAAAAAAAiI/eMc2Dps1D9s/s200/IMG_2497_9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4Rda2NAfI/AAAAAAAAAig/EM3BFfJaQrg/s1600/IMG_2495_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408279399639089650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4Rda2NAfI/AAAAAAAAAig/EM3BFfJaQrg/s200/IMG_2495_8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RwRIcElI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ovJ1ZxbiOz4/s1600/IMG_2526_21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408279723448734290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RwRIcElI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ovJ1ZxbiOz4/s200/IMG_2526_21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ReYgzz3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/davyzYdkpko/s1600/IMG_2519_16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408279416192356210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ReYgzz3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/davyzYdkpko/s200/IMG_2519_16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RBWcNTvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/i_GLcdAQm80/s1600/IMG_2494_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408278917419978482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RBWcNTvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/i_GLcdAQm80/s200/IMG_2494_7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she can sit with just a little support. I tell you her personality is showing more and more every day. She doesn't like to be hungry and doesn't like to go bed at night. Yes. She is quite clear about these. When she is sleepy, she shakes her head against whatever her head is on such as my chest, shoulder and her bed. She loves to have blanket on her face. In fact, she cannot go sleep without blanket near her mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4Rv3SDtqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nhvrfW7snbk/s1600/IMG_2523_18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408279716509759138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4Rv3SDtqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nhvrfW7snbk/s200/IMG_2523_18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RvWEeRPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/hjBM8sFEc1M/s1600/IMG_2521_17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408279707594409202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RvWEeRPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/hjBM8sFEc1M/s200/IMG_2521_17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ReCJaCfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/qNwUUgViXP8/s1600/IMG_2518_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408279410188618226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4ReCJaCfI/AAAAAAAAAi4/qNwUUgViXP8/s200/IMG_2518_15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She moves around a lot. She roles every where. She is a go getter. She roles to her brother's chair and tries to taste his chair. She gets her brother's stuffed animal and anything that might be interesting to her... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RwCS4lHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/O4OItCbk9Ss/s1600/IMG_2524_19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408279719466013810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RwCS4lHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/O4OItCbk9Ss/s200/IMG_2524_19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4Rwglx_DI/AAAAAAAAAjo/VwF7AJzu8XQ/s1600/IMG_2525_20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408279727598337074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4Rwglx_DI/AAAAAAAAAjo/VwF7AJzu8XQ/s200/IMG_2525_20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little H is not happy about her touching his stuff. But he is a nice brother who is learning to bring her toys so that she doesn't take his. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RCPazpiI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/l-qFe1AdmLk/s1600/IMG_2500_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408278932714923554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RCPazpiI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/l-qFe1AdmLk/s200/IMG_2500_11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RBLUdBaI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Plof7VCHVvc/s1600/IMG_2481_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408278914434663842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RBLUdBaI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Plof7VCHVvc/s200/IMG_2481_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves to eat. She started solid last Wednesday. She is a good eater already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4Rd_j-w_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/0mi1u4Gcs7U/s1600/IMG_2508_14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408279409494770674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4Rd_j-w_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/0mi1u4Gcs7U/s200/IMG_2508_14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RdkLzQkI/AAAAAAAAAio/E7wv_OYJaHI/s1600/IMG_2507_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408279402145595970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RdkLzQkI/AAAAAAAAAio/E7wv_OYJaHI/s200/IMG_2507_13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She can drink water from shipper cup now. Wow, big girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, did I tell you that she doesn't like her car seat much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She started to like books. She is still learning to enjoy them. Now??? She is trying them out with her mouth most of the time. hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-1246386676615330647?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=1246386676615330647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1246386676615330647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1246386676615330647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/11/shi-chan-on-parade.html' title='Shi chan on parade'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sw4RCZRmV5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/wv6Mc2LMG-Q/s72-c/IMG_2499_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-7073702008059434266</id><published>2009-10-31T20:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:48:32.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii_chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Today is Halloween. Here in US, a lot of people are excited about this holiday and they are so into costumes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my opinion, my kids are too small to understand what Halloween is all about so I did not make a big effort to get costumes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, here is some what costumed kids... Little H is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; is little bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0GB2NtsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/S20PEw0274Q/s1600-h/IMG_2471_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398958437722601154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0GB2NtsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/S20PEw0274Q/s200/IMG_2471_12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0FyeZO0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/_SsBEWPvq30/s1600-h/IMG_2470_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398958433596160834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0FyeZO0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/_SsBEWPvq30/s200/IMG_2470_11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0zafnuHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6AoUDJmB0t8/s1600-h/IMG_2474_14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398959217432836210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0zafnuHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6AoUDJmB0t8/s200/IMG_2474_14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0GvyuwTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/8tnkJIGg0j8/s1600-h/IMG_2468_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398958450056020274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0GvyuwTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/8tnkJIGg0j8/s200/IMG_2468_9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0GWslDhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-5ZOWQmmSPI/s1600-h/IMG_2469_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398958443319332370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0GWslDhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/-5ZOWQmmSPI/s200/IMG_2469_10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0z2hA-yI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pkZ8OpRfeYQ/s1600-h/IMG_2466_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398959224954878754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0z2hA-yI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pkZ8OpRfeYQ/s200/IMG_2466_7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only Halloween party that we went... Little H's play group. It was this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. All kids were so quiet when they were eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; snacks. Play group moms were very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;considerate&lt;/span&gt; and most snacks were very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz00L3iDOI/AAAAAAAAAho/3j1XQXpfVcw/s1600-h/IMG_2455_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398959230686465250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz00L3iDOI/AAAAAAAAAho/3j1XQXpfVcw/s200/IMG_2455_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz00QEQtSI/AAAAAAAAAhw/L-zlmBpQfss/s1600-h/IMG_2456_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398959231813596450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz00QEQtSI/AAAAAAAAAhw/L-zlmBpQfss/s200/IMG_2456_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited grandparents today and here is our little angels' two shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0FtdnUTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/LoawzqwSCUw/s1600-h/IMG_2472_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398958432250712370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0FtdnUTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/LoawzqwSCUw/s200/IMG_2472_13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0zv3NWiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/z-fUMWMLjkI/s1600-h/IMG_2461_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398959223168916002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0zv3NWiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/z-fUMWMLjkI/s200/IMG_2461_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-7073702008059434266?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=7073702008059434266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7073702008059434266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7073702008059434266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Suz0GB2NtsI/AAAAAAAAAg4/S20PEw0274Q/s72-c/IMG_2471_12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-3449386453684115190</id><published>2009-10-25T20:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:48:59.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii_chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>October fun</title><content type='html'>So it has been a while since I updated. With 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; old and 2 year old kids. They grow a lot in an one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;. I decided to post a lot of pictures with a little words. Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; are always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;. They love to play &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; and laugh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;. Now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; can roll over Little H love to be right next to her and these are some of pictures of them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQgwzzMYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Z5pNqSDqQgo/s1600-h/IMG_2435_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737883517432194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQgwzzMYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Z5pNqSDqQgo/s200/IMG_2435_11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQgtGZmJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vA_HUP-qb_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2437_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737882521704594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQgtGZmJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vA_HUP-qb_Y/s200/IMG_2437_12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQgU_fOaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/BQZa5zGlauA/s1600-h/IMG_2441_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737876050262434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQgU_fOaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/BQZa5zGlauA/s200/IMG_2441_13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; loves her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;. Whenever he is near by her, she smiles at him. I ask Little H to comfort her when she is not happy. Sure enough, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; gets happy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;smiley&lt;/span&gt; when her brother is near by and plays with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQBrlRj8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/JqxjYJcrLRc/s1600-h/IMG_2312_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737349538385858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQBrlRj8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/JqxjYJcrLRc/s200/IMG_2312_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQBRaJNBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/prrdXl7iyyU/s1600-h/IMG_2318_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737342512378898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQBRaJNBI/AAAAAAAAAgA/prrdXl7iyyU/s200/IMG_2318_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQBPgOrgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tHSXbAR9XUk/s1600-h/IMG_2322_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H loves older boys. One day we went to zoo with our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. Little H was calling the boy's name and took his hand and walked around with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; is so big now. Look this cute smile. She is sure our little princes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little H and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; love their daddy. They have a great time just hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQAx-JF6I/AAAAAAAAAfw/XdPjeO_nCFg/s1600-h/IMG_2329_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737334073431970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQAx-JF6I/AAAAAAAAAfw/XdPjeO_nCFg/s200/IMG_2329_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQAvD69VI/AAAAAAAAAfo/-8FOGFZxY1k/s1600-h/IMG_2331_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737333292365138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQAvD69VI/AAAAAAAAAfo/-8FOGFZxY1k/s200/IMG_2331_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUPFhxBbjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vDMyTIbJoxE/s1600-h/IMG_2332_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396736316111154738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUPFhxBbjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/vDMyTIbJoxE/s200/IMG_2332_6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lately&lt;/span&gt; little H learn to pretend to sleep. He loves stuffed animal dog and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; is having a lot of drools lately. She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;slobbers&lt;/span&gt; all over her clothes. She doesn't like to suck bottle's or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Binky&lt;/span&gt;. But she loves to chew fingers and toys and everything... Oh did I forget to tell you that she sucks our fingers, but not her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUPFb0QjdI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RvIMllO39pU/s1600-h/IMG_2343_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396736314514116050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUPFb0QjdI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RvIMllO39pU/s200/IMG_2343_7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUPEqMbqiI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/LyJeUuntrPA/s1600-h/IMG_2345_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396736301193734690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUPEqMbqiI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/LyJeUuntrPA/s200/IMG_2345_8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUPEUJOLQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/YPZtWJKMeFA/s1600-h/IMG_2367_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396736295274687746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUPEUJOLQI/AAAAAAAAAfI/YPZtWJKMeFA/s200/IMG_2367_9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H is feeling cool to be big brother. He wants to hold &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; like we do. Little H tried to pick her up when I was cooking and she was fussing. She is still too big for him to pick up but he tried any way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little H is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pretending&lt;/span&gt; to play X-box with his dad. He says "ready set go" before daddy moves the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; on the game. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; is interested to get the toys front of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One morning, Little H decided to lay down on our bed... So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; is in middle and had a fun little morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-3449386453684115190?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=3449386453684115190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3449386453684115190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3449386453684115190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-fun.html' title='October fun'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SuUQgwzzMYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Z5pNqSDqQgo/s72-c/IMG_2435_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-640919487428012439</id><published>2009-09-13T22:49:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:06:23.426-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii_chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Labor day weekend</title><content type='html'>We just had a three days weekend and we went to Dinosaur Park in Ogden. &lt;br /&gt;Little H loved it very much. He ran around the park and found a little girl as his friend and talked to her. &lt;br /&gt;Well, interesting thing was, there were many kids, but he picked Asian girl to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;She was the only one whom he went to talk. He still talks Little H's language so I do not think they communicated anything much but it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3M6GMFh9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/gmQZXaDvMG8/s1600-h/IMG_2149_34.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381182428243396562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3M6GMFh9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/gmQZXaDvMG8/s400/IMG_2149_34.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H loved to show his face from the big panel. &lt;br /&gt;He told me ( or showed me with his sign) how big the dinosaur was. &lt;br /&gt;Dad took care of him while we were at park since Shii chan was scared by the loud noise. &lt;br /&gt;Poor girl. I took her to the place where is quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3M51duYII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Fneqyz32ws4/s1600-h/IMG_2144_32.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381182423753973890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3M51duYII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Fneqyz32ws4/s400/IMG_2144_32.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the park, we visited grand pa and grand ma's place. Little H loves to be there since he can play with grand pa and grand ma. &lt;br /&gt;Shii chan was hanging out with us on the blanket. She had a good time talking with her grandpa. Oh, she had a good swing time with dad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3Po2TdH-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/nsDRZX5ReDM/s1600-h/IMG_2129_19.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381185430456442850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3Po2TdH-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/nsDRZX5ReDM/s400/IMG_2129_19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3PpR8BJbI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/dpXXU6xktVE/s1600-h/IMG_2130_20.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381185437874333106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3PpR8BJbI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/dpXXU6xktVE/s400/IMG_2130_20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3OJmnMP_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/q7MqXGR3kjM/s1600-h/IMG_2128_18.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381183794156683250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3OJmnMP_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/q7MqXGR3kjM/s400/IMG_2128_18.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3OKaQRxyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kXdQcgjTYSw/s1600-h/IMG_2132_22.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381183808019220258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3OKaQRxyI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kXdQcgjTYSw/s400/IMG_2132_22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3OK6MpRvI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vKVIuo6X6Y0/s1600-h/IMG_2135_25.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="blogger_photo_id_5381183816593917682" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; cursor: hand; height: 300px; text-align: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3OK6MpRvI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vKVIuo6X6Y0/s400/IMG_2135_25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3OLCokaSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/itOgpmxR8to/s1600-h/IMG_2137_27.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="blogger_photo_id_5381183818858522914" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; cursor: hand; height: 300px; text-align: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3OLCokaSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/itOgpmxR8to/s400/IMG_2137_27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-640919487428012439?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=640919487428012439' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/640919487428012439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/640919487428012439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor day weekend'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sq3M6GMFh9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/gmQZXaDvMG8/s72-c/IMG_2149_34.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-3668245227130570892</id><published>2009-08-23T22:56:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:32:18.715-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii_chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>August 2009</title><content type='html'>It is end of summer now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite son, Little H is getting older and wiser and of cause mischiviouse... Latest his fun is to paint on the wall. I made him clean up after his own mess. He thought it was the funest thing when he cleaned the first time. So he decided to paint more.... Second time, it was not as fun as he thought... Yeap, still I made him clean up with my hand holding his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIgxt6gXlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jKM4wsjWfOs/s1600-h/IMG_2052_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373393343917088338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIgxt6gXlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jKM4wsjWfOs/s400/IMG_2052_11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIgxWuWAHI/AAAAAAAAAbo/y297Kh-JfF8/s1600-h/IMG_2039_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373393337692061810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIgxWuWAHI/AAAAAAAAAbo/y297Kh-JfF8/s400/IMG_2039_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was young, he loves water. Now days, he can say water and everything liquid is "water". I have been trying to teach him milk but no good luck yet. Not only he likes to drink it, and also he likes to play with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIgyGEkr6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/xWF6KEwK8hc/s1600-h/IMG_2079_25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373393350401765282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIgyGEkr6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/xWF6KEwK8hc/s400/IMG_2079_25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite person is... of cause his dad. He gets so excited to see his dad home and play with him. A few days ago, he got a new sunglasses like dad. He makes sure to wear it when he goes out. It is still little too big but he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIgy63iZ-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/9DkMNUXu_Ds/s1600-h/IMG_2095_35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373393364574169058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIgy63iZ-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/9DkMNUXu_Ds/s400/IMG_2095_35.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H started to realise play ground equipment can be fun to play with. Here is some good smiling face of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIgyjMWvCI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ObIcudPek4g/s1600-h/IMG_2085_28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373393358219033634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIgyjMWvCI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ObIcudPek4g/s400/IMG_2085_28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angel, shii chan, she is growing so fast. She still loves to sleep in my arm more than by herself. I started to train her to sleep schedule meaning to sleep same time every day. She is learning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIieUrMTEI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YRd2bit20l4/s1600-h/IMG_2036_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373395209747713090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIieUrMTEI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YRd2bit20l4/s400/IMG_2036_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she can roll over. She rolled over last Tuesday the first time. Next day, I and Little H witness her roll over. Supportive brother Little H gave her a big apluse. Look she can hold her head so high and long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIj8DmE2TI/AAAAAAAAAdI/wrHb5GAKvpc/s1600-h/IMG_2047_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIj8DmE2TI/AAAAAAAAAdI/wrHb5GAKvpc/s400/IMG_2047_7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373396820070553906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIj7yCFvFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/-HhZE4dMGLo/s1600-h/IMG_2045_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIj7yCFvFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/-HhZE4dMGLo/s400/IMG_2045_6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373396815356214354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is our little angel and her smiles melt our heart every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIjCikiq9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/DN3LE-3JsfY/s1600-h/IMG_2050_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373395831953206226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIjCikiq9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/DN3LE-3JsfY/s400/IMG_2050_9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIjCFzHr6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/acV9_PXbwzg/s1600-h/IMG_2090_30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373395824229724066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIjCFzHr6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/acV9_PXbwzg/s400/IMG_2090_30.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIjDP6Ek0I/AAAAAAAAAco/rNMC0lTOJ1I/s1600-h/IMG_2063_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373395844123104066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIjDP6Ek0I/AAAAAAAAAco/rNMC0lTOJ1I/s400/IMG_2063_15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIjDeEFdqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XrEXWAm-VUY/s1600-h/IMG_2074_23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373395847923201698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIjDeEFdqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XrEXWAm-VUY/s400/IMG_2074_23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shii chan loves her daddy like her brother. I wonder why dad gets a very special treatment from kids. Mom gets tumtrum all the time. Hunnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIjD25tSBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xAyehoBNAlE/s1600-h/IMG_2082_26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373395854590560274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIjD25tSBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xAyehoBNAlE/s400/IMG_2082_26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my kids and they make me laugh, make me smiles and of cause make me stress out sometime too. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-3668245227130570892?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=3668245227130570892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3668245227130570892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3668245227130570892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-2009.html' title='August 2009'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SpIgxt6gXlI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jKM4wsjWfOs/s72-c/IMG_2052_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-3337780231446711354</id><published>2009-08-08T16:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:49:25.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sn3_-gu5QBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wj8AKIVoxOc/s1600-h/IMG_2011_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367727780299096082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sn3_-gu5QBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wj8AKIVoxOc/s400/IMG_2011_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sn3_-WU6cJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ILmit5R6WT4/s1600-h/IMG_2018_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367727777505767570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sn3_-WU6cJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ILmit5R6WT4/s400/IMG_2018_7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sn3_-BZqivI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/pTt284faRVU/s1600-h/IMG_2017_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367727771888552690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sn3_-BZqivI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/pTt284faRVU/s400/IMG_2017_6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sn3_98FOOXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/PvuGo-Dwgdo/s1600-h/IMG_2014_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367727770460633458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sn3_98FOOXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/PvuGo-Dwgdo/s400/IMG_2014_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer in UT is a short time. Little H enjoys a sun. We went to a park the other day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-3337780231446711354?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=3337780231446711354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3337780231446711354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3337780231446711354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sn3_-gu5QBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wj8AKIVoxOc/s72-c/IMG_2011_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-3059425167068922536</id><published>2009-07-30T22:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:49:40.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii_chan'/><title type='text'>Head's up</title><content type='html'>Our Shii chan is growing so fast and now she can raise her head really well. She doesn't like it much to be on her stomach but she is hanging there. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SnJ0qZX3chI/AAAAAAAAAag/beTJEFBdrcQ/s1600-h/IMG_1965_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364478377865998866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SnJ0qZX3chI/AAAAAAAAAag/beTJEFBdrcQ/s400/IMG_1965_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past 3 days, she learned to grab things really well. Now, her clothing is wide open and she is showing her big tummy with a full of milk&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SnJ0qk4OiXI/AAAAAAAAAao/geX8Dgmd7tI/s1600-h/IMG_1971_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364478380954519922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SnJ0qk4OiXI/AAAAAAAAAao/geX8Dgmd7tI/s400/IMG_1971_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little H, he is a good eater. He loves broccoli and spinach. His favorite thing to eat???? Okra and Natto. He is not a big fun of carrots for some reasons..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SnJ0q8RKK8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/6BVOdZmuyac/s1600-h/IMG_1969_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364478387233106882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SnJ0q8RKK8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/6BVOdZmuyac/s400/IMG_1969_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H is learning a lot of words lately and also a lot of things. He learned to carry his stuffed animal in his shirt from his dad a while ago. Now, he can put the dog by himself in his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SnJ0rFlizvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ka_xzImoDnA/s1600-h/IMG_1963_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364478389734526706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SnJ0rFlizvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ka_xzImoDnA/s400/IMG_1963_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-3059425167068922536?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=3059425167068922536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3059425167068922536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3059425167068922536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/07/heads-up.html' title='Head&apos;s up'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SnJ0qZX3chI/AAAAAAAAAag/beTJEFBdrcQ/s72-c/IMG_1965_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-2215274423549867852</id><published>2009-07-26T22:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:17:00.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my son, my daughter and my thoughts</title><content type='html'>Well, I was hoping that my daughter goes to sleep so that I can sleep too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had a little time in my hand till she goes to sleep,(yes, I am rocking her with my feet... She is in bassinet that rocks)I thought I write a little... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies by... My life has been changed a lot since I had my first son. Now, with two kids, even more change in my life. Great change. I would never exchange for anything. They are cute and they are so precious. Yep, they are handful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how I can show them how much I love them. Life is hard enough just to live. If only one thing I can teach them, I would like them to know how much I love them. I mean if I were great LDS woman, then I may need to say to teach them faith, Heavenly Father, Gospel so on... Well, as some of you know how selfish I am, what I want them to know is how much I love them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seem like never enough to show them love. I feel like I scowled at little H more than I show him love... I feel like I keep saying "You need to stop that. you need to listen mom. Do not...." more than "I love you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, it is important to teach them a good manner and moral and all. But if someone knows they are loved, that gives them a power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I am not a perfect mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my nightly prayer, there are a lot of repentance every night. There are many I wish I handled better the situation with little H... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying every day to be a better mother... When I learn or master how to handle little one, it may be a too late. But what can I do? I do not have a perfect manual or answer how to raise a child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people say, scripture. True. But everyday little things get me and do not have enough time to think about it till nightly prayer.... yea, my life gets to be filled with changing diapper and feeding.... I know there is no excuse.  I know there is no BUT.  However, when I hear baby cries and little H called for "ka (it means mom)", I often cannot hear anything else....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad that they have to put up with mom like me. But you know they came to me so they must have a strength to endure me, right? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them more than anyone. Well, I love you, my husband!!! so no worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just bubbling so there is no point to this entry... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I gave a birth, I was amazed myself and life itself. Since I did not use any medication (meaning natural), I was very much awear what was going on... I felt their energy and eagerness to come to this world. I saw and felt they knew what they were supposed to do.... I mean I did not teach them but they knew how to come this world... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably already know what right things are like they knew how to come to this world.... But like all of us, we get distracted....  So I guess my job is to guide them to right path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The responsibility seems so big and I wonder I am qualify for it.... But I guess it is too late to back off. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it seems so hard sometime, it always ends with how happy I am to have these two children. I cannot thank enough to have them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were younger (let's say 15 years), I would love to have 3 more kids. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why 3? I do not know. It just came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never known I like kids this much. I mean I was not the type of person who love to hold baby and stuff. I did not have much thoughts about kids before. I mean I was simply not interested in them much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I like them. Well, particularly, my own kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, thanks to come to my life and give me a lot of happy days, kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is sure.  I like to be a mother of these children and it is the best job I have ever had!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I am a woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to be stay home mother.  Every little thing my kids do, make my day and week, month and year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I feel going crazy somtime but who doesn't.  I thought I go crazy when I working with bunch of engineers. hahaha.  I would rather feel going crazy about my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now Little Shii chan is sleep now. I better go to sleep... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see my little baby sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-2215274423549867852?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=2215274423549867852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2215274423549867852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2215274423549867852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-son-my-daughter-and-my-thoughts.html' title='my son, my daughter and my thoughts'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-2851936271321645094</id><published>2009-07-21T21:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:19:42.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><title type='text'>Excersise</title><content type='html'>I rented the excersise DVD to shed off my extra weight from pragnecy.  Yea, you can laugh.  I lived in 80's to know what Dirty Dancing is.  Check this out.  hahaha&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmaFOYtePCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7a7Pz_j9rxY/s1600-h/IMG_1961_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmaFOYtePCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7a7Pz_j9rxY/s400/IMG_1961_5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361118888628993058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-2851936271321645094?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=2851936271321645094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2851936271321645094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2851936271321645094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/07/excersise.html' title='Excersise'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmaFOYtePCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7a7Pz_j9rxY/s72-c/IMG_1961_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-7768919502182967420</id><published>2009-07-21T21:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:17:17.245-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii_chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Brother and sisiter are look like?</title><content type='html'>I cannot tell Shii chan is look like me or Jens more?  It is hard to tell...  However, I know for sure, she looks like her brother.  So there is no mistake they are related at least.  hahaha&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmaEp6WXpvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GfS7-jveP1k/s1600-h/IMG_1956_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmaEp6WXpvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GfS7-jveP1k/s320/IMG_1956_4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361118262003738354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-7768919502182967420?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=7768919502182967420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7768919502182967420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7768919502182967420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/07/brother-and-sisiter-are-look-like.html' title='Brother and sisiter are look like?'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmaEp6WXpvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GfS7-jveP1k/s72-c/IMG_1956_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-8398363978150295740</id><published>2009-07-18T15:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:02:15.539-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Little H is a good brother</title><content type='html'>Our little H is growing everyday. Since his sister was born, he has been a good brother to her. The latest his favorite thing to do with his sister is to be near by her and lying down next to her. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmJFmJcpAwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/i3Iewawf9cM/s1600-h/IMG_1929_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmJFmJcpAwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/i3Iewawf9cM/s320/IMG_1929_7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359923028197704450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cute to see how he likes to be with her.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmJFmdKdv0I/AAAAAAAAAaA/bim8SzmYASo/s1600-h/IMG_1931_2_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmJFmdKdv0I/AAAAAAAAAaA/bim8SzmYASo/s320/IMG_1931_2_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359923033490177858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, he asks me where his sister is when I did not bring her to a front room. He always wants to know where she is when we go anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even tries to entertain her when she is fussing by Pica boo. What a good brother. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmJFmvLD5ZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/unhY63dRoYU/s1600-h/IMG_1916_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmJFmvLD5ZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/unhY63dRoYU/s320/IMG_1916_6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359923038324516242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-8398363978150295740?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=8398363978150295740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/8398363978150295740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/8398363978150295740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-h-is-good-brother.html' title='Little H is a good brother'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmJFmJcpAwI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/i3Iewawf9cM/s72-c/IMG_1929_7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-1133945046697884900</id><published>2009-07-17T13:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:02:15.539-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Cleaning the balcony and Rasberry picking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDkGVTlWFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qCBaC8dI2dM/s1600-h/IMG_1900_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDkGVTlWFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qCBaC8dI2dM/s320/IMG_1900_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359534354020522066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H thinks that he needs to clean the balcony when he goes out there. He tries to move my weights. (They have not been used a long time so they have a lot of dust on them...) He moved a big pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDiDCt18aI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SkxHaWHgyOY/s1600-h/IMG_1902_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359532098467525026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDiDCt18aI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SkxHaWHgyOY/s320/IMG_1902_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDiDZ3SpgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fBA08jHk8hg/s1600-h/IMG_1904_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359532104681170434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDiDZ3SpgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fBA08jHk8hg/s320/IMG_1904_6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDiECLz2pI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/aDZo7zA2EvY/s1600-h/IMG_1903_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359532115504650898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDiECLz2pI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/aDZo7zA2EvY/s320/IMG_1903_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDiEong-OI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jG9MufMd5yY/s1600-h/IMG_1906_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359532125821401314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDiEong-OI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jG9MufMd5yY/s320/IMG_1906_7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited our friend's hosue on Tuesday. Little H experienced the picking rasberry the first time. He was not quite sure the first while, but he got hung of it little later. My freind helped Little H to pick the rasberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDjD4F5yLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LiLA4SWM9MY/s1600-h/IMG_1915_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359533212307146930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDjD4F5yLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LiLA4SWM9MY/s320/IMG_1915_5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDjDvLM5xI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WqvzI1ESfHc/s1600-h/IMG_1914_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359533209913452306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDjDvLM5xI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WqvzI1ESfHc/s320/IMG_1914_4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-1133945046697884900?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=1133945046697884900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1133945046697884900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1133945046697884900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/07/cleaning-balcony-and-rasberry-picking.html' title='Cleaning the balcony and Rasberry picking'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SmDkGVTlWFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qCBaC8dI2dM/s72-c/IMG_1900_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-2087422501979243376</id><published>2009-07-04T15:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:07:06.240-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii_chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>kids smile and I smile</title><content type='html'>My little girl Shii chan now gives us a cute smile.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sk_RXsPjOcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gnrJs8wKdm8/s1600-h/IMG_1878_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sk_RXsPjOcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gnrJs8wKdm8/s320/IMG_1878_12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354728686910388674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Little H is running around and being a toddler and he is having fun jumping, running and chasing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sk_RX-7mdzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/o6SFbFuwq18/s1600-h/IMG_1864_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sk_RX-7mdzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/o6SFbFuwq18/s320/IMG_1864_7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354728691926988594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sk_RXsvQKVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lXGY6YkwOWI/s1600-h/IMG_1858_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sk_RXsvQKVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lXGY6YkwOWI/s320/IMG_1858_4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354728687043357010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-2087422501979243376?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=2087422501979243376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2087422501979243376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2087422501979243376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/07/kids-smile-and-i-smile.html' title='kids smile and I smile'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sk_RXsPjOcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gnrJs8wKdm8/s72-c/IMG_1878_12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-5304488712133581971</id><published>2009-06-21T15:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:07:00.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shii_chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>So... one month later</title><content type='html'>We have not updated a while. You figure. We had a baby girl. She is cute and fun to be with. She is little over one month old now.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sj6oT6hOqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/l9RO3N3IXQA/s1600-h/IMG_1829_15_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349898467442338322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sj6oT6hOqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/l9RO3N3IXQA/s320/IMG_1829_15_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sj6oTQyAxbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/d8XC8c9G__g/s1600-h/IMG_1854_27_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349898456238441906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sj6oTQyAxbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/d8XC8c9G__g/s320/IMG_1854_27_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sj6nvH9WksI/AAAAAAAAAV4/x6PFeGebXyM/s1600-h/IMG_1810_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349897835394798274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sj6nvH9WksI/AAAAAAAAAV4/x6PFeGebXyM/s400/IMG_1810_9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her nick name is Shii chan. So here is some of her and Little H's pictures. Little H is a great older brother. In fact, I think he likes his sister more than mom. He kisses her and tries to take care of her as a 22 month old can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sj6nvsei9bI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/u_4dbxkUxXc/s1600-h/IMG_1839_19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349897845197698482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sj6nvsei9bI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/u_4dbxkUxXc/s400/IMG_1839_19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sj6sAhkgGnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6PArgGX1C1w/s1600-h/IMG_1817_11_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sj6sAhkgGnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6PArgGX1C1w/s320/IMG_1817_11_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349902532374174322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-5304488712133581971?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=5304488712133581971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/5304488712133581971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/5304488712133581971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-one-month-later.html' title='So... one month later'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/Sj6oT6hOqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/l9RO3N3IXQA/s72-c/IMG_1829_15_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-5234936856849758008</id><published>2009-05-05T13:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:49:58.201-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><title type='text'>So almost there</title><content type='html'>Well, our second child is on the way and will be here soon.  I mean the due date is 17 May, but according to the Dr, she will come here sooner than that.  Hunnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she doesn't have an enough patience to wait till due date. hahaha.  I wonder where she got inpatince.  hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much ready to finish this pragnency now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-5234936856849758008?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=5234936856849758008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/5234936856849758008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/5234936856849758008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-almost-there.html' title='So almost there'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-4160967940501552315</id><published>2009-03-30T13:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:39:43.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are now healthy family!</title><content type='html'>Finlay, we are back to healthy family!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H and Jens are now back on truck. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep little better now. I do not have to worry about Little H might throw up during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, Little H and Jens found a new toy in a house. They placed the cushion from the sofa and Little H is running around top of the cushions and jump on them...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SdEfcxylvMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dM3tdSkDu4A/s1600-h/IMG_1665_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319067214163590338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SdEfcxylvMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dM3tdSkDu4A/s400/IMG_1665_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SdEfco6FdLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QKm8zJe9rWg/s1600-h/IMG_1664_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319067211779110066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SdEfco6FdLI/AAAAAAAAAVA/QKm8zJe9rWg/s400/IMG_1664_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H had a great time. But he got a little too tired so daddy called the end. He was not happy about it and cried on daddy's shoulder a little.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SdEfdHOGtOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SsAES6vdMIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1668_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319067219916141794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SdEfdHOGtOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SsAES6vdMIQ/s400/IMG_1668_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that all of our family members are back in a good health!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-4160967940501552315?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=4160967940501552315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/4160967940501552315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/4160967940501552315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-now-healthy-family.html' title='We are now healthy family!'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SdEfcxylvMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dM3tdSkDu4A/s72-c/IMG_1665_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-8031309967534885389</id><published>2009-03-17T14:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:15:12.630-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><title type='text'>cold or flu</title><content type='html'>We have been sick past one week.  All of us got it from same place or same person since we all got sick at same time.  Well, Jens was little delayed but not much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to feel better finaly...  Little H seems to have a little left over cough still and little bit of running nose...  Jens is the worst one right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a nice warm day, so I should take Little H to a walk or somthing out side for fun today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-8031309967534885389?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=8031309967534885389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/8031309967534885389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/8031309967534885389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/03/cold-or-flu.html' title='cold or flu'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-6985597335785683841</id><published>2009-03-09T14:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:32:35.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice breakfast</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been writing about Little H a lot lately... It doesn't mean that I do not have any other thing to think of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I am going to write my another favorite man in a world, Jens. He may not appreciate me writing about him.... But oh well, too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we started a summer time as all of you know. Little H is an early riser and he doesn't care whether it is summer time or winter time... Yeap, he woke up 7:30am summer time... But my body is still reacting 6:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tiered and sleepy. My be loved husband, he woke up and took care of Little H. Not only that he cooked us a nice breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know so I woke up and took a shower and I heard the knock on the door....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came out, there are my two favorite men in a whole world standing. The big one, Jens is carrying a table with big plateful of breakfast that he cooked... The little men, Little H is standing with big smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jens cooked a taste pancake from scratch, scrambled egg, bacon and apple juice so that he could bring a breakfast to a bed...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SbV8RyU20rI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Gv5Qk2YKKIM/s1600-h/IMG_1642_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311287980562240178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SbV8RyU20rI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Gv5Qk2YKKIM/s400/IMG_1642_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice hunsband, I have!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, guys. I am supper lucky woman to be with you guys!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-6985597335785683841?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=6985597335785683841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/6985597335785683841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/6985597335785683841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/03/nice-breakfast.html' title='Nice breakfast'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SbV8RyU20rI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Gv5Qk2YKKIM/s72-c/IMG_1642_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-577204566815001948</id><published>2009-03-06T13:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:44:31.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little H's revellious</title><content type='html'>Well, one sign of growing is to have own mind... Yes, little H is definitely growing. This week, he decided to test mom's patience and how far he can go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, at the play group.... He did not want to sit down and to be read. He ran around and did not want to do anything what teacher said. (The reading time is a favorite time for him and he did not have a problem to be read during reading time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, he did not want to eat anything even though he was hungry. He swung arms and "Ah! Ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, he knows that he is not supposed to stand up on the couch. He decided to run around the top of the couch even though mom said "Stop it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what happens. Too bad of little H, mom is not a weak woman. Even though Little H was revellious, mom doesn't let him do what he is not supposed to... Yes, even though he screams or cries, mom is always same. No! means NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I guess little H realised that it is worthless effort.... Little H turned back to normal little H. I guess he thought that mom doesn't let him do whatever just because he wants to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he turn back to a good little H, he has been allowed to play in a bathroom a little bit. Usually, he cannot stay there too long.... He found my make up bag and observing what are in there. He is very satisfied with his playing time in a bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SbGIWSbnmXI/AAAAAAAAAUo/o7bCGY495nY/s1600-h/IMG_1640_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310175352132704626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SbGIWSbnmXI/AAAAAAAAAUo/o7bCGY495nY/s400/IMG_1640_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SbGIWl9vI0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/5P_nT97WXBE/s1600-h/IMG_1641_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310175357376078658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SbGIWl9vI0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/5P_nT97WXBE/s400/IMG_1641_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, little H.  It is good that you are growing.  I am proud of you.  But you know, mom says "No" that means "No" any time anywhere.  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-577204566815001948?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=577204566815001948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/577204566815001948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/577204566815001948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-hs-revellious.html' title='Little H&apos;s revellious'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SbGIWSbnmXI/AAAAAAAAAUo/o7bCGY495nY/s72-c/IMG_1640_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-7166694077003072346</id><published>2009-03-01T15:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:47:26.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Hina ningyou</title><content type='html'>In Japan, we have a girls festival on March 3. We display the doll which is called Hina Ningyou. They aer prince and princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Little H go to Japanese play group every Monday morning. In that group, we made a little cup Hina Ningyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time for Little H to use the brush and paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He enjoyed to paint the cup. He was into painting inside of cup instead of out side. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SasPPITN7AI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lgQEXGh04Rc/s1600-h/IMG_1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308353338386803714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SasPPITN7AI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lgQEXGh04Rc/s400/IMG_1634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the his creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SasO7yw9CTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/c7fGvRV5K6M/s1600-h/IMG_1633_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308353006188431666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SasO7yw9CTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/c7fGvRV5K6M/s400/IMG_1633_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could not resit to try to put the brush in his mouth. I guess sparkling green and red color looked appetising to him. I cached him fast enough right before he put the brush in his mouth. But around his mouth, sparkling green color all over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first craft for Little H, he did good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-7166694077003072346?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=7166694077003072346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7166694077003072346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7166694077003072346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/03/hina-ningyou.html' title='Hina ningyou'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SasPPITN7AI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lgQEXGh04Rc/s72-c/IMG_1634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-3566222807795144557</id><published>2009-02-22T15:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:45:13.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning time</title><content type='html'>Last night, we had a church activity at the church gym. Little H had a great time at a nursery. He did not mind to go to nursery and play with other kids. Since we are the nursery leader on Sunday, he has never been by himself in nursery before. So I was wondering how he reacts to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, little H was waiving at me when I say "Enjoy the nursery. bye bye." Yes, he was saying "Bye mom. I will enjoy playing with frinds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the activity, dada was clening the gym. Little H was observing what his dad was doing. Mopping the floor the gym. The first, he followed his dad and run around a little. After dad completed the job, he decided to try himself.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SaHTj2TH_JI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rSEzCsJJlQk/s1600-h/IMG_1631_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305754448843766930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SaHTj2TH_JI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rSEzCsJJlQk/s400/IMG_1631_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I think Dad did an Ok job, but just in case,&lt;br /&gt;I have to make sure everything is clean!!!"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SaHTj1GdKnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/MvoCgi6Jrn4/s1600-h/IMG_1630_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305754448522193522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SaHTj1GdKnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/MvoCgi6Jrn4/s400/IMG_1630_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a hard job to do...."&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SaHTj4ToOaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/iFhl0zYzS-0/s1600-h/IMG_1629_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305754449382750626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SaHTj4ToOaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/iFhl0zYzS-0/s400/IMG_1629_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job little H.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-3566222807795144557?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=3566222807795144557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3566222807795144557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3566222807795144557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/02/cleaning-time.html' title='Cleaning time'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SaHTj2TH_JI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rSEzCsJJlQk/s72-c/IMG_1631_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-1207130684891902368</id><published>2009-02-12T13:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:46:01.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>New toy</title><content type='html'>Today, I made a flour play dough for Little H for his new toy. I was not quite sure he will like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, look at his serious face when he started to play!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHfXasQUI/AAAAAAAAATw/tcv4JjfYSRo/s1600-h/IMG_1621_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302011634253578562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHfXasQUI/AAAAAAAAATw/tcv4JjfYSRo/s400/IMG_1621_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHfTAUOvI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QJZp9N3tRbU/s1600-h/IMG_1620_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302011633069210354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHfTAUOvI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QJZp9N3tRbU/s400/IMG_1620_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to know the first thing he wanted to do was to put them in his mouth. I had to teach him this is not a food!!!! Yeap, he is my son and loves to eat. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Now, he knows that it is not a food... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first time play dough experience was great fun. He played it about one hour straight till I told him it is time for lunch. He did not want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His creation was a cell phone that doesn't look like anything but the chunk of dough. How do I know? It is mom's instinct. He took it near his ear and tilted his head and show me "Moshi Moshi" (Greeting in Japanese when you answer the phone). He just loved to pull the dough, cut the dough, and put them into a container...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHUGGKrwI/AAAAAAAAATo/92xuskFo7ks/s1600-h/IMG_1622_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302011440625528578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHUGGKrwI/AAAAAAAAATo/92xuskFo7ks/s400/IMG_1622_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHUJWPc8I/AAAAAAAAATg/80XbQuDjv0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1624_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302011441498256322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHUJWPc8I/AAAAAAAAATg/80XbQuDjv0Y/s400/IMG_1624_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHUEtDBuI/AAAAAAAAATY/Auqwck_9QIg/s1600-h/IMG_1625_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302011440251733730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHUEtDBuI/AAAAAAAAATY/Auqwck_9QIg/s400/IMG_1625_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHUOWxwmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nY127NUyr0Q/s1600-h/IMG_1626_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302011442842681954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHUOWxwmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nY127NUyr0Q/s400/IMG_1626_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I showed him what he can make like flower, dog, and house...  Well, he took them from my hand and smashed it and played the way he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day, he will learn to create thing by himself, I guess. I cannot wait to see that time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-1207130684891902368?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=1207130684891902368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1207130684891902368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1207130684891902368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-toy.html' title='New toy'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SZSHfXasQUI/AAAAAAAAATw/tcv4JjfYSRo/s72-c/IMG_1621_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-335468650160208536</id><published>2009-02-09T14:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:40:20.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>So Little H's fun thing to do...</title><content type='html'>Little H is learning to enjoy his life everyday. Isn't that nice. But sometime, it is not the best thing for mom.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest fun that he found.... He blows his nose on CLEAN LAUNDRY!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves clean laundry and move them one place to another in a past. Yeap, he sometime tries to help mom and did ok job. However, now, he likes to get them and try to "BUUUUUUUU" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he does NOT blow his nose on tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him he should not blow his nose on CLEAN laundry. That made him even more fascinated of doing this new activity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I was frustrated and finally gave up and took socks from his hand and put them on to his feet for the night. hahaha.  (P.S  There is no running nose or anything.  He is just makeing a noise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how he will behave today with new laundry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-335468650160208536?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=335468650160208536' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/335468650160208536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/335468650160208536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-little-hs-fun-thing-to-do.html' title='So Little H&apos;s fun thing to do...'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-1729740070357763640</id><published>2009-02-02T14:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:09:04.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Son like father</title><content type='html'>Little H loves to copy what dada does. The most recent thing that he decided to copy was to pritend to play the X-Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, you can see little H's 20 years later picture from this photo... hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SYdgomDpEQI/AAAAAAAAATA/xtsChiyCJJU/s1600-h/IMG_1608_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298309737151533314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SYdgomDpEQI/AAAAAAAAATA/xtsChiyCJJU/s400/IMG_1608_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-1729740070357763640?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=1729740070357763640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1729740070357763640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1729740070357763640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/02/son-like-father.html' title='Son like father'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SYdgomDpEQI/AAAAAAAAATA/xtsChiyCJJU/s72-c/IMG_1608_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-6278261516666082351</id><published>2009-01-17T16:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:54:39.242-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visitors'/><title type='text'>mimicry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/SXJsqdg-RvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rcKwXC0tGmM/s1600-h/bmh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292411988846986994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/SXJsqdg-RvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rcKwXC0tGmM/s320/bmh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some photos are posed, but Little H really loved these two. By. and M. may not know the old saw about flattery and imitation, but they Little H had a blast leading them around the apartment in various acrobatics.  Good friends with nice kids over for dinner is a pretty awesome way to spend a Sunday evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-6278261516666082351?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=6278261516666082351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/6278261516666082351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/6278261516666082351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-photos-are-posed-but-little-h.html' title='mimicry'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470213964589711562</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/_kzdUYasdQPU/SXJsqdg-RvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rcKwXC0tGmM/s72-c/bmh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-2656870937113844304</id><published>2008-12-29T11:26:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:32:23.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Da da is home for vacation!</title><content type='html'>So, one of the word,Little H says "da da". You can guess what that means... Yes, it is daddy. He loves his daddy and loves to be around. Yeap, Little H is enjoying da da's vacation time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H's first Santa experience. He did not cry or anything. He was not sure how to react first but he did smile the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkYmMaquDI/AAAAAAAAARc/ecMBALedTU0/s1600-h/IMG_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285282682143160370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkYmMaquDI/AAAAAAAAARc/ecMBALedTU0/s320/IMG_1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkYmafLI3I/AAAAAAAAARk/vUXjgT0xJZU/s1600-h/IMG_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285282685920158578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkYmafLI3I/AAAAAAAAARk/vUXjgT0xJZU/s320/IMG_1536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents sent some gifts to Little H. He got a cute hat and grabs. Here it goes.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkYmmr-1XI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Oan7anpUcdg/s1600-h/IMG_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285282689195103602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkYmmr-1XI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Oan7anpUcdg/s320/IMG_1556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first in a snow experience for Little H. It was too much snow for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkYmhsl2KI/AAAAAAAAARs/n7-6EspYbU0/s1600-h/IMG_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285282687855483042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkYmhsl2KI/AAAAAAAAARs/n7-6EspYbU0/s320/IMG_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Hill Air Force museum on weekend. It was the first time for all of us and it was great and fun. Little H enjoyed runing around and we were busy chasing after him...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkbYlLFZLI/AAAAAAAAASE/_TOc52JuEi8/s1600-h/IMG_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285285746805400754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkbYlLFZLI/AAAAAAAAASE/_TOc52JuEi8/s400/IMG_1562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkbaMMfvKI/AAAAAAAAASc/yAHU8fDH_6E/s1600-h/IMG_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285285774460173474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkbaMMfvKI/AAAAAAAAASc/yAHU8fDH_6E/s400/IMG_1570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Little H future a pilot???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkYntrycLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/m01nbs7F0uc/s1600-h/IMG_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285282708253208754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkYntrycLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/m01nbs7F0uc/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little H loves to copy Da da!!! Yeap, they are father and son.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkbZFMwHXI/AAAAAAAAASU/bvlgyedoxII/s1600-h/IMG_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285285755402329458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkbZFMwHXI/AAAAAAAAASU/bvlgyedoxII/s400/IMG_1565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little H has a little bit of mom too? Future engineer???&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkbY-M31KI/AAAAAAAAASM/uxjoPOvZ9lA/s1600-h/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285285753523786914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkbY-M31KI/AAAAAAAAASM/uxjoPOvZ9lA/s400/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still on vacation with dada, so we try to update more later.  Have a happy new year everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-2656870937113844304?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=2656870937113844304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2656870937113844304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2656870937113844304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/12/da-da-is-home-for-vacation.html' title='Da da is home for vacation!'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SVkYmMaquDI/AAAAAAAAARc/ecMBALedTU0/s72-c/IMG_1533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-8767063333065373192</id><published>2008-12-19T14:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:01:26.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Winter of 2008</title><content type='html'>So, we have not been updated 6 months. Yea, I am not good at to keep updated. Sorry for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's say, our lives are well and nothing really a big news. Little H is the cutest one in our family as you can imagine. Jens is working hard and all, so I decided to post some picture of Little H. Yeap, You will not see me since I am the one posting the blog. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my friends, you wonder how I look more than my son looks. But tell you the truth I do not have much pictures lately since I am the one taking all picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is some picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Halloween. My friend let us use one the costume and little H is a little Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwY525chYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/h5thsSP5sWc/s1600-h/IMG_1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281623845266818434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwY525chYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/h5thsSP5sWc/s320/IMG_1462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little H has been a very popular baby. He got a lot of beads from waitress at New Orleans &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwb_Pmd2bI/AAAAAAAAARE/Tb5eyKkLV6I/s1600-h/IMG_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281627236332329394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwb_Pmd2bI/AAAAAAAAARE/Tb5eyKkLV6I/s400/IMG_1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to New Orleans to visit our good friends. This is on the way home in an airplane. Yeap, we were lucky that he slept all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwY6qO8cKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hSOJXbA_37g/s1600-h/IMG_1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281623859047198882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwY6qO8cKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hSOJXbA_37g/s320/IMG_1500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he wants to do a lot of things by himself. One of them, drinking out of a cup and glass by himself. "I can do it, mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwY7H1cj0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/myUm5TDSufQ/s1600-h/IMG_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281623866993315650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwY7H1cj0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/myUm5TDSufQ/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Natural History museum in SLC. Little H's one of favorite thing is puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwcBLfGzqI/AAAAAAAAARU/PrXNhi04-hM/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281627269587455650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwcBLfGzqI/AAAAAAAAARU/PrXNhi04-hM/s400/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwcAzkHpcI/AAAAAAAAARM/tSgfTiOJSxQ/s1600-h/IMG_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281627263166031298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwcAzkHpcI/AAAAAAAAARM/tSgfTiOJSxQ/s400/IMG_1518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... these things little H does lately.&lt;br /&gt;1) bring chair when he is hungry and sit down and put his bib. &lt;br /&gt;2) put the chair back where it is supposed to be when he finished eating&lt;br /&gt;3) when we go out, he goes to door and brings his shoes to me to put them on&lt;br /&gt;4) he uses spoon and folk when he can&lt;br /&gt;5) drink out of cup and glasses by himself&lt;br /&gt;6) Puzzle is the one of his favorite&lt;br /&gt;7) he loves a lot of empty bottles. Take lid off and on and push them hard and make sounds. Oh, don't forget he likes to push out of air on his face&lt;br /&gt;8) like to play with ball&lt;br /&gt;9) He says "Manma" for food and "nai nai" for cleaning up&lt;br /&gt;10) loves to rolling around and make himself dizzy&lt;br /&gt;11) dance with music by bending knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there may be more, but here it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-8767063333065373192?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=8767063333065373192' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/8767063333065373192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/8767063333065373192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-of-2008.html' title='Winter of 2008'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SUwY525chYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/h5thsSP5sWc/s72-c/IMG_1462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-1276063298357884942</id><published>2008-06-28T21:52:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:09.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Outings'/><title type='text'>Family Outings</title><content type='html'>So, this past two weeks, we had family outings. We went to first hiking of the year and with little H! Yes, his mountain, hiking debut. He seemed like it fine. Jens got a back pack for him. The first little H was not sure about how high he is, but he seemed adjusted fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcKd8gKhBI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQFJpA3qIYQ/s1600-h/IMG_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217150202905527314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcKd8gKhBI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQFJpA3qIYQ/s320/IMG_1226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcKebtlVDI/AAAAAAAAALI/_XOMlYH9soc/s1600-h/IMG_1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217150211283309618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcKebtlVDI/AAAAAAAAALI/_XOMlYH9soc/s320/IMG_1232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountain was beautiful. We tried to let little H to enjoy the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcKeZkoH7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/LGU39byH1Ts/s1600-h/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217150210708873138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcKeZkoH7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/LGU39byH1Ts/s320/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was too cold for littl H. Look at his little feet. "wow, dad, what is this!!!! It is cold!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcKeszJ4aI/AAAAAAAAALY/fMKWKUYxBCo/s1600-h/IMG_1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217150215870079394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcKeszJ4aI/AAAAAAAAALY/fMKWKUYxBCo/s320/IMG_1237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to Art Festival. It was hot. Little H was sweating a little. He enjoyed a light rail ride. It seems like to me that he eats more when he is out side. I cannot blame him on that. I eat more when I am out too. hahaha. I guess he got it from me. We had fun weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcMhRt7F8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/5rj9457wR6A/s1600-h/IMG_1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcMhRt7F8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/5rj9457wR6A/s200/IMG_1280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217152459163244482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcMavc3cJI/AAAAAAAAALw/r9iT0vB_SB8/s1600-h/IMG_1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcMavc3cJI/AAAAAAAAALw/r9iT0vB_SB8/s200/IMG_1279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217152346885681298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-1276063298357884942?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=1276063298357884942' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1276063298357884942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1276063298357884942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-outings.html' title='Family Outings'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SGcKd8gKhBI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQFJpA3qIYQ/s72-c/IMG_1226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-3931874640693084358</id><published>2008-06-18T21:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:10.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Japan trip</title><content type='html'>So, we did not update a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Japan with Little H! The first time Japan for little H. His grand parents are so exited and me??? I was very happy to have babysitters!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first airplane trip for little H. He had a bassinet. But he was too long. Look at his little feet sticking out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SFnYzKg-EDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lxsS06pGaqk/s1600-h/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436417165627442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SFnYzKg-EDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lxsS06pGaqk/s320/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cause, we went to Onsen. He is wearing Jinbe which his uncle gave to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SFnYzPjz0AI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QF18deKRnGE/s1600-h/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436418519715842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SFnYzPjz0AI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QF18deKRnGE/s320/a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H loves to sleep on futon. He doesn't craw, but he rolls over everywhere. I mean every where. That is the way he moves around. So futon was the best thing for little H ever. He moves and rolls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SFnYzZqOWtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Qde4ZW4DPm0/s1600-h/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436421230975698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SFnYzZqOWtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Qde4ZW4DPm0/s320/a3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode a lot of train in Japan. Here is an one shot Little H and Jens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SFnYzruVEJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/q2IRYm1Jpwk/s1600-h/a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436426080030866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SFnYzruVEJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/q2IRYm1Jpwk/s320/a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H, now he can pull all wipe and tissues like any other baby likes to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SFnYzm0PGFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sBndnunakOE/s1600-h/a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436424762628178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SFnYzm0PGFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sBndnunakOE/s320/a5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huuuuu, this is my update about little H!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-3931874640693084358?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=3931874640693084358' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3931874640693084358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3931874640693084358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/06/japan-trip.html' title='Japan trip'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/SFnYzKg-EDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lxsS06pGaqk/s72-c/a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-3638497432830837878</id><published>2008-04-19T21:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:04:52.982-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><title type='text'>new born baby</title><content type='html'>So, we have not updated our blog a long time. My good friend had a baby couple of weeks ago. He is so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say.... I already forgotten how small a new born baby is. I mean I do remember but it seems a long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little H is so big now after 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little beloved little H is no longer little H compare to a new born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to enjoy every moments that I have been given with little H.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-3638497432830837878?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=3638497432830837878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3638497432830837878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3638497432830837878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-born-baby.html' title='new born baby'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-7233886679992290190</id><published>2008-04-06T19:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:11.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Curious George Little H</title><content type='html'>So... Latest Little H's hobby is to observe any objects from many different angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he became efficient with his hands, he takes many objects into his hands and looks from bottom, from top, and from sides... His face is very serious. His eyes are on the object and his mouth sticks out a little... He observes objects like he is looking at fine arts and china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186318356976730738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R_mBET-vgnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oG25efoMjB0/s320/IMG_0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, Jens smiled and said "When his mouth sticks out and he is looking at things really seriously, he looks like a monkey. Carton monkey!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took a little time and found Curious George. Here it is Curious George and Little H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R_mBEz-vgoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NlIl_0ItYKs/s1600-h/2_Curious_060816033610057_wideweb__300x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186318365566665346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R_mBEz-vgoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NlIl_0ItYKs/s320/2_Curious_060816033610057_wideweb__300x375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R_mBFD-vgpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zmdvyBlhofg/s1600-h/IMG_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186318369861632658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R_mBFD-vgpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zmdvyBlhofg/s320/IMG_0892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R_mBFD-vgqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jY2M3AD4sPI/s1600-h/IMG_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186318369861632674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R_mBFD-vgqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jY2M3AD4sPI/s320/IMG_0894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Little H looks like a Curious George, I think he is cute.  hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-7233886679992290190?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=7233886679992290190' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7233886679992290190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7233886679992290190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/04/curious-george-little-h.html' title='Curious George Little H'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R_mBET-vgnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oG25efoMjB0/s72-c/IMG_0897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-1852927199745295929</id><published>2008-03-18T20:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:12.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Suvenia from India</title><content type='html'>So... Jens is home now. I am so glad he is home!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my update about India. Well, he brought back some suvenia. Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B7cOUiusI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wSSx_uxnzAU/s1600-h/IMG_0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179275296286882498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B7cOUiusI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wSSx_uxnzAU/s320/IMG_0828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two boxes on the front is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is made by fig and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B7ceUiutI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QpH6n66eWOE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179275300581849810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B7ceUiutI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QpH6n66eWOE/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is hard to exprain!!! It is not too sweet. It made out of milk. I cannot say which my childhood's snack but it gave me some melancoly feel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B7cuUiuuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Q0FjdMk0Me8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179275304876817122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B7cuUiuuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Q0FjdMk0Me8/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Indian freinds gave us some gift to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this bright color shirts. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B7cuUiuvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CzWe6hlC5Vs/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179275304876817138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B7cuUiuvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CzWe6hlC5Vs/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our friend is Hindy and he gave us this for bringing our home a good luck. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B8QuUiuxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4GsAPxoGk3U/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179276198230014738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B8QuUiuxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4GsAPxoGk3U/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got this red elephant from another freind.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B8Q-UiuyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ogr6ScfU_4U/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179276202524982050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B8Q-UiuyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ogr6ScfU_4U/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think this spice mix taste great? They are from our freind too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B7c-UiuwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yrBYg1a8Np4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179275309171784450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B7c-UiuwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yrBYg1a8Np4/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last, here is Inidan money.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B8ROUiuzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2Rl3p3-JKlk/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179276206819949362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B8ROUiuzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2Rl3p3-JKlk/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-1852927199745295929?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=1852927199745295929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1852927199745295929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1852927199745295929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/03/suvenia-from-india.html' title='Suvenia from India'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R-B7cOUiusI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wSSx_uxnzAU/s72-c/IMG_0828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-5112214613581165340</id><published>2008-03-15T00:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:54:50.519-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><title type='text'>So Jens will be home soon</title><content type='html'>So it is one week since Jens left.  This was the first time that Jens is not home this long since we had Little H.   One more day and he will be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I did?  Well, I think I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  But it is nice to have him at home for sure.  He is a very helpful dad.  I mean Little H loves him and he gets so excited to see dad when he comes home.  As far as me?  Of cause, I love to  have him around. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  He is a great company for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fukuchan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a few video including girl videos like Fried Green Tomatoes.  Actually it was the first time that I watched from beginning to the end.  Licence to Wed, I forgot one more video that I watched.... It was not that great any way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to read a book.  I have not read books in English a long time.  If you can imagine, none native English speaker reads English books are not necessarily relaxing or fun thing.  I learned to read in English because I went to school.  It was not because it was fun to read.  Well, I used to think that it would be fun to read books that is in original form therefore reading English is a fun thing if author is writing in English.  Well, that was a long ago before I came to States and I went to University. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is a reason I started to read this book...  I would not dear to mention since who knows who is reading this mumbling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fukuchan&lt;/span&gt; post... It is not that bad, but you know somethings are better not be said.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this post went to tangent.  I am supposed to write about Jens will be home soon.  so I should be back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see him soon.  It will be much better to have him around in a home.  Believe or not it is too quiet without him.  Even though I am the one usually talk.  Yes, I am the talker in our family.  You would never guess, wouldn't you?   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-5112214613581165340?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=5112214613581165340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/5112214613581165340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/5112214613581165340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-jens-will-be-home-soon.html' title='So Jens will be home soon'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-552622275222335313</id><published>2008-03-13T20:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:22:08.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>You are probably wonder how come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fuku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; is writing a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am online more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;usual&lt;/span&gt; since Jens is in India...&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get him online...  So I am here writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to talk about.  Just mumbling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who lived by yourself can relate of what I say now.  My dinner, and lunch got say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; fest.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.  I did not want to cook much so I ate, bread, rice and noodles...  Snack Doritos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crackers&lt;/span&gt;, cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel good.  I mean I am not sick or anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; feel like not healthy...  So I bought some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and yesterday today.  I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vege&lt;/span&gt; fest.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel?  Much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; in a good food brings a good health.  Good food needs a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fruits&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-552622275222335313?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=552622275222335313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/552622275222335313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/552622275222335313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/03/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-3790942653372174617</id><published>2008-03-12T19:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:13.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>He did it!</title><content type='html'>I have an exciting news. Probably not for you guys but it was supper exciting for me. I have been trying Little H to eat solid food for about one month now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a very hard time when we started it. He actually cried when he saw the spoon. So we had a long long break more than one week. After that he kind of tried a little, but he decided that he doesn't like it. So when I brought a spoon to front of his face, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grabbed&lt;/span&gt; it and pushed it back to me. So we took a break for a few days till he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt; what I had been trying... This pushing spoon continued till today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; for me and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little H&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;, today, he decided that he try to eat from a spoon. Well, I have to tell you he still does not like me feeding him. So he took the spoon to himself and he put it in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he will let me feed him after one try. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wrong&lt;/span&gt;!!! He needs to be in charge. When I took a spoon and tried to give him food. He took it and push it back to me. So I took a spoon from his little finger and place some food on spoon and I gave the spoon back to him. He took it with smile and put it in his mouth. Yea!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9iNzuUiuqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RCaBdkSrVsI/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177043691409423010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9iNzuUiuqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RCaBdkSrVsI/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His face was messy with food all over. His hands were messy and sticky. But he had a big smile and proud of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9iNdOUiupI/AAAAAAAAAIg/x-EH6SHUhZ0/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177043304862366354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9iNdOUiupI/AAAAAAAAAIg/x-EH6SHUhZ0/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was smiling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;praising&lt;/span&gt; him like that he finished a marathon in an Olympic and got a gold medal. He was so happy to see me smiling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;praising&lt;/span&gt; him. He kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; his spoon over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sweet potato must taste good for him. I tasted it and it was sweet and pretty good. Power of Sweet potato!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9iOOuUiurI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6Y5vcJamC18/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177044155265890994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9iOOuUiurI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6Y5vcJamC18/s320/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of you, little H!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-3790942653372174617?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=3790942653372174617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3790942653372174617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3790942653372174617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-did-it.html' title='He did it!'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9iNzuUiuqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RCaBdkSrVsI/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-3215671986523026353</id><published>2008-03-11T20:34:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:14.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Frinds visit</title><content type='html'>We had a few friends visit last weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends from collage time. We used to go dancing, and pot luck party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we had a good time together. Now, we are all mothers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one of my friend's child is a GIRL. She is a cute little girl. This is important because a lot of my friend's children are boys. So for future pourpose, Little H needs to get to know good girls. You know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, Little H received the first hug from a girl who is not mom, or someone who can be his mom.... She is a little older than Little H, but Little H, I apporve she is a good cute little girl. hahaha:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dD1OUiucI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FITlxhSCC88/s1600-h/IMG_0777a.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dD1OUiucI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FITlxhSCC88/s1600-h/IMG_0777a.JPG"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176680878342060482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dD1OUiucI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FITlxhSCC88/s320/IMG_0777a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another visit that we had last week... Yes, it is a little L!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little L is a good older brother to little H. Little L gave a big hug, but Little L had a little too much energy, so it was more like a little attack??? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dFF-UiudI/AAAAAAAAAHA/to8_VnaHOvQ/s1600-h/IMG_0786a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176682265616497106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dFF-UiudI/AAAAAAAAAHA/to8_VnaHOvQ/s320/IMG_0786a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little L loves to copy his older friend Little L. Look I have a big boy cup now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dGmuUiufI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/75MNZsCo_4c/s1600-h/IMG_0788b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176683927768840690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dGmuUiufI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/75MNZsCo_4c/s200/IMG_0788b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Little H was thinking... "I am not sure what this does...???"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dIMuUiuhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5jHypOOPJkE/s1600-h/IMG_0787a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176685680115497490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dIMuUiuhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5jHypOOPJkE/s200/IMG_0787a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their playing time started with a good start... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dMkOUiuoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xrPI6ErVNJs/s1600-h/IMG_0784a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176690481888934530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dMkOUiuoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xrPI6ErVNJs/s200/IMG_0784a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Little L, play with me....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ok, Little H, here it is"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dL_OUiunI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/S5KA4h9j3ug/s1600-h/IMG_0783b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176689846233774706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dL_OUiunI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/S5KA4h9j3ug/s200/IMG_0783b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"My mom wants to take a picture. Let's make a good pose!"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dLWeUiulI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WlxRw3tRp0c/s1600-h/IMG_0781d.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176689146154105426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dLWeUiulI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WlxRw3tRp0c/s400/IMG_0781d.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H had a very busy good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-3215671986523026353?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=3215671986523026353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3215671986523026353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3215671986523026353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/03/frinds-visit.html' title='Frinds visit'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9dD1OUiucI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FITlxhSCC88/s72-c/IMG_0777a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-2349682288738403287</id><published>2008-03-10T17:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:24:57.054-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>From Mumbai to Pune</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning after breakfast, I venture out the Mumbai airport Hyatt gates; I smile and nod at the armed guards. I only have a few minutes, maybe 30, before a driver will come for us, to take us to Pune. Outside the Hyatt grounds there is construction along the streets, and tracts of land with signs indicating it belonged to the airport, though the people who had built homes on it may have quibble a bit about the airport's position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the road there was another community nestled outside the grounds of another large hotel. Just past it, a midden heap and three children playing cricket in the green grass beyond. As I walked 5 or 6 auto-rickshaw drivers offered me a ride. It was only a taste; I headed back to the hotel. We were leaving soon for Pune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver was an artist. As are all the drivers I've seen in India. They feel and sense their way through city streets. The horn means "coming through." The auto-rickshaw ahead moves a few feet left, our driver vectors over and flows through the opening, a couple on a motorcycle squeaks through between us. I could open my window and touch them as they pass. They sway and flow by weaving between cars and other cycles. They buzz by a family on another motorcyle; the father deftly handling the change, his son sitting in front of him, the mother, the ends of her sari (bright with the colors of sunset) streaming in the breeze, sits side-saddle in the back, with their infant in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stop at traffic lights, and each inch is filled with vehicle, so that as many cars and bikes make it through as possible. But there are few lights. They aren't needed. At most intersections the traffic simply flows; a hundred unspoken negotiations made each moment, allow us to keep moving as does everyone from all directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our driver takes us through mountains dividing Mumbai from the rest of India, on the way to Pune. The country, at the edge of summer and in the midst of a dry season before the after-summer rains, has green leaves and brown and yellow grasses, crispy in the summer sun. Seeing the grasses, I wonder if I'm still in the desert Southwest U.S. A pretense. Each community we pass appears in the midst of change, all of them brim with new construction. But, unlike my Salt Lake home, there is little demolition here demolition here except that rendered by weather and time; the old remains side-by-side with the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours after reaching the Taj Blue Diamond in Pune, Sabya rescues me from the mistake of sleeping away the afternoon. We leave the hotel grounds and Sabya flags an auto-rickshaw, the main form of public transportation here in the city. Auto-rickshaws are a lot like scooters with a wide back seat for passengers. All those I've seen are mostly black inside and out; a handcrank pulled up from the left of the driver starts the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our driver takes us to a garden and memorial where once in the 1940s the British government held Gandhi under house arrest. I read the placards in the museum. There is some interesting information there, but for some reason what I remember is that Gandhi read more than 180 books while he was there; a feat the writer believes was more that of a young man rather than an old man (the writer's words) in his 50s. The gardens surrounding the building have a calming effect, with large tracts planted with grass and tall trees. I take some pictures of the building and of a family walking in the gardens. They see me and their boy waves at me. Sabya tells me that some of Gandhi's ashes are interred at the memorial. As an aside that makes me smile, the entrance fee is 100 rupees for me and 5 for Sabya, being a citizen of India. 100 rupees is approximately $2.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Sabya has our auto-rickshaw driver take us to an area near the Pune train station. He wants me to experience the crowds. But it is Sunday, so the crowds are few (so he says and yes I've been in greater crowds but not in Salt Lake except the one time I went to see the christmas lights turned on in Temple Square). We walk around. I'm quite happy here, enjoying seeing the city from the auto-rickshaw and walking along the streets. We stop at a sweet shop and have some lassi and an Indian ice-cream whose name I cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to have dinner with some friends and family. Sabya has a car, but his brother Saroff (I'm guessing at the spelling) has it. As the sun begins setting, it is about time for him to finish work, so we take another auto-rickshaw to a completely modern and trendy shopping center where Sabya's brother works. The department store sells everything from Tommy Hilfiger to Givenchy to Wrangler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saroff takes us to Sabya's place. I realize, as we go, that the driver Sungard hired to bring us to Pune, was a pretty passive driver. Saroff is an artist on the streets. I tell him and Sabya that there should be an olympic event. At Sabya's place, I meet his wife and some friends staying with them. We go to dinner in the hills that overlooks the valley in which Pune sits. The restaurant is called Khana Peena Jeena (I think), it means "Food, drink, celebrate life." It was a lot of fun; food, conversation, and watching the patron's children play in the playground. A night much like Satomi's description of a perfect time: good food, good conversation, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is beauty here, in the land and in the people. And there is grace and harmony. There is the din of a hundred vehicle horns, and smoke and dust that sting my nose and make me cough most of my first day whenever I venture outside. There are also scents of the sweet, or spicy, but always rich food. There is great wealth here and great poverty. From Mumbai to Pune, India presents itself as contrasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, Amit took us to Koyla for dinner on Monday night. I'll talk about that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-2349682288738403287?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=2349682288738403287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2349682288738403287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2349682288738403287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-mumbai-to-pune.html' title='From Mumbai to Pune'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470213964589711562</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-20738979.post-8801447394309218348</id><published>2008-03-09T13:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:53:22.946-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><title type='text'>Daylight saving</title><content type='html'>I woke up today and was thinking that I need to be ready for a church. I still have 1hour and half.... Well, then I suddenly realised.... Isn't it the day light saving day???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find out.. How??? I looked VCR. It was the time that I thought it should be. But this VCR is a little old one, so it is programed with old daylight saving schedule. (At least that is my understanding.  I just need to read the instruction manual to change the time, maybe...)So it doesn't say anything... Well, I though how can be sure??? Oh, I need to check the cell phone they change time automatically. So, I picked up. "OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I was late one hour. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I am not working or going to a school any more. Which means that I am not living with schedule as much as used to. My schedule is Little H's stomach. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I do not like daylight savings. I like sunshine in a morning. I am a morning person so I like to have sun in a morning not the night. I think that makes sense to me, but for some reasons, some of the US people do not think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to a church and it was stake conference and one hour late. But I went there anyway. that is count, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-8801447394309218348?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=8801447394309218348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/8801447394309218348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/8801447394309218348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/03/daylight-saving.html' title='Daylight saving'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-1250534433228364693</id><published>2008-03-08T18:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:52:24.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>India Arrival</title><content type='html'>I wrote in a &lt;em&gt;Brown Belt Sudoku&lt;/em&gt; book moments after landing: "At landing, a surge of excitement. Airport looks... well.. like any airport. No Temples. The scent on the ground is different even still in the plane." It was musty; full of growth and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was long but not bad. My seat row companion was good company. I enjoyed it right up until the moment that he left and I realized he'd taken my noise cancelling headphones case which, besides headphones contained my mp3 player, hand sanitizer, and an eraser. Good thing I didn't take Satomi's headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've slept a little now and taken one picture out the window of my room. The Hyatt at Mumbai may be the most expensive hotel at which I've stayed 13500 rupees. But the room is quite nice and Satomi might love the bathroom. Much like her brother's, except floored and walled with granite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we drive/ride to Pune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-1250534433228364693?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=1250534433228364693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1250534433228364693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/1250534433228364693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/03/india-arrival.html' title='India Arrival'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470213964589711562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-4169623676021704144</id><published>2008-02-27T20:54:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:15.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Zoo Debut!</title><content type='html'>Today, it was a nice warm winter day. I decided to go out with Jens's sister and his mom to a zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little H's zoo debut day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, interestingly, I picked the one of most crowded day of a year at zoo... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Free entrance day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not know such a thing exist. We had a lot of mothers and children at the zoo toady....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of animals that we saw today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;white alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8Yyvr0cF4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/PKVMcJeDa2w/s1600-h/IMG_0717_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171877016879503234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8Yyvr0cF4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/PKVMcJeDa2w/s320/IMG_0717_13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is holding little H to show the alligator, but he is not interested it at all.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8YzFr0cF5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/jhCVtGe-d-0/s1600-h/IMG_0718_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171877394836625298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8YzFr0cF5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/jhCVtGe-d-0/s320/IMG_0718_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of animals were moving around today. American black bear, and look, giraffe has a baby. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8YzXL0cF6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/UAx2MBzkKgk/s1600-h/IMG_0728_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171877695484336034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8YzXL0cF6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/UAx2MBzkKgk/s200/IMG_0728_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8Yzib0cF7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4tFu4S10IP4/s1600-h/IMG_0734_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171877888757864370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8Yzib0cF7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/4tFu4S10IP4/s200/IMG_0734_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though there are a lot of animals moving around, little H was more interested in his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8YzzL0cF8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/LZh19UIfyu0/s1600-h/IMG_0732_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171878176520673218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8YzzL0cF8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/LZh19UIfyu0/s200/IMG_0732_9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I asked, "How was the first zoo experince little H?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied "Well, what do you think mom...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8Y0JL0cF9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/gn8JQVu7CGs/s1600-h/IMG_0729_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171878554477795282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8Y0JL0cF9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/gn8JQVu7CGs/s320/IMG_0729_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sleeping while we drove home....   Little H, just remember, your dad wanted to come along but he was working today.  So no complain, right? &lt;br /&gt;&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/20738979-4169623676021704144?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=4169623676021704144' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/4169623676021704144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/4169623676021704144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/02/zoo-debut.html' title='Zoo Debut!'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R8Yyvr0cF4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/PKVMcJeDa2w/s72-c/IMG_0717_13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-8616594507366253399</id><published>2008-02-19T13:39:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:17.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to near city, Ogden</title><content type='html'>So we went to Ogden for a short small family road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogden is about one hour drive to North on I-15 from Salt Lake City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an old rail road town in UT. Now days, well, let's say, people do not go there to have a vacation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where we went? We went to visit a train museum. Here is the web site.&lt;a href="http://www.theunionstation.org/"&gt;http://www.theunionstation.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a train museum, automotive museum and gun museum inside of the Union Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For little H, this is the first experience to go to a museum. What does he think about.... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uS770cFrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qaIcRElVzVI/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168886555705349810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uS770cFrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qaIcRElVzVI/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a&gt;"Hunnn, where am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, something to read....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uTur0cFsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yXhC8a51cjA/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168887427583710914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uTur0cFsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yXhC8a51cjA/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little H is weighed and ready to go on a train trip?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168887427583710930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uTur0cFtI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2LVC2LG4uHE/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auto museum part is like this...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uVaL0cFvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aTY5jxlzWzA/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168889274419648242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uVaL0cFvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aTY5jxlzWzA/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found the old gas meter!!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uVar0cFwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JMFnOa8__Yc/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168889283009582850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uVar0cFwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JMFnOa8__Yc/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is kinda cool. At gas station, a worker actually pumps the gas to fill the top part of the tank (glass part with numbers), then drain the gas till you fill the tank. So these numbers inside of the glass tank tells how much you put the gas into your car. Cool, and clever, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw 1903 car... the motor is in back. It looks like a horse carriage.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uVbb0cFyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/n47U7oE3gUg/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168889295894484770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uVbb0cFyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/n47U7oE3gUg/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, we are talking with an old gentleman who is volunteer at the auto museum and he shared a story about his first car. It was before WWII. Wow! That is a history! "Yes, mom, I am listening.. (by little H)"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uVbL0cFxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qqTybKAnRxk/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168889291599517458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uVbL0cFxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qqTybKAnRxk/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Inside of Union Station...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uXwr0cF1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/xU4hZhthGFU/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168891859989960530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uXwr0cF1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/xU4hZhthGFU/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I love to copy what my dady does!"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uXw70cF2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TAEMbP69PJA/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168891864284927842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uXw70cF2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TAEMbP69PJA/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cool ceiling&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uXwr0cF0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/UsxyL7Eqkwc/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168891859989960514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uXwr0cF0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/UsxyL7Eqkwc/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a good President day short samll trip! Of, I cannot forget to write about a food. We had a good Southern Food at SLC. Fried chicken, BBQ Rib, Collard Green, Black-eyed peas, coleslaw, potato salad and the last but not the least, peach cobbler!!! Yes. Sorry, folks, I do not have pictures. But they were tasty. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-8616594507366253399?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=8616594507366253399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/8616594507366253399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/8616594507366253399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/02/trip-to-new-city-ogden.html' title='Trip to near city, Ogden'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R7uS770cFrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qaIcRElVzVI/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-3764941026596640418</id><published>2008-02-14T22:02:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:17.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Soccer Mom?</title><content type='html'>Fuku-chan may see the day when Little H will add "soccer mom" to her resume.&lt;table&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7Uend-NCsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RIvkj14BE2A/s1600-h/football01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167069810886773442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7Uend-NCsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RIvkj14BE2A/s320/football01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oops missed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7Uevt-NCtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wTJ0KDz6q9Q/s1600-h/football02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167069952620694226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7Uevt-NCtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wTJ0KDz6q9Q/s320/football02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I'm supposed to kick with these?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7Ue2N-NCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yU7er-TpmUQ/s1600-h/football03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167070064289843938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7Ue2N-NCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yU7er-TpmUQ/s320/football03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Let's see, if I stick my thumb here, squint my eye a little... ta da!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-3764941026596640418?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=3764941026596640418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3764941026596640418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/3764941026596640418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/02/soccer-mom.html' title='Soccer Mom?'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470213964589711562</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/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7Uend-NCsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RIvkj14BE2A/s72-c/football01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-4749991454709848625</id><published>2008-02-14T21:04:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:18.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>A Tale of Two (to four) Hiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7UP59-NCnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HFsl-EFwFyM/s1600-h/reflect02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167053636039936626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7UP59-NCnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HFsl-EFwFyM/s320/reflect02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H considers the weighty matters of "Does daddy see me doin' stuff" and the like, from multiple perspectives: Mano e mano or tete-a-tete;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7URwN-NCpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YfD0bfso7Sk/s1600-h/reflect04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167055667559467666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7URwN-NCpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YfD0bfso7Sk/s320/reflect04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the looking glass (as Little H wonders, "can daddy fully appreciate how I'm handling the faucet when he has the silver-metallic rectangle in front of his eyes?");&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7UVCt-NCrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eYh92-jUkos/s1600-h/reflect01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7UVCt-NCrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eYh92-jUkos/s320/reflect01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167059283921930930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the vantage point from the right (here), as Plato affectionately called it, two removes from heaven.  Okay, so he wasn't actually looking at me from there.  But he does.  When tummy-time and lap-time draw to a close (signalled by a series of evocative grunts) we'll then explore the fascinating environs of the bathroom sink.  He'll spend the first five minutes looking at me from all four directions.  I love it, of course, because he tends to smile at me each time our eyes meet (or, should I say, the photons bouncing off our eyes bounce into each other's photo receptors?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7UStt-NCqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/I-skswwQ_88/s1600-h/reflect03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167056724121422498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7UStt-NCqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/I-skswwQ_88/s320/reflect03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the situation calls for serious introspection.  If one can't get in touch with oneself, how can one begin to believe the rest isn't all simply smoke and mirrors?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-4749991454709848625?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=4749991454709848625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/4749991454709848625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/4749991454709848625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/02/tale-of-two-to-four-hiros.html' title='A Tale of Two (to four) Hiros'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470213964589711562</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/_kzdUYasdQPU/R7UP59-NCnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HFsl-EFwFyM/s72-c/reflect02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-7725244514091697909</id><published>2008-02-07T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:18.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><title type='text'>Needle in Bib!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I was so surpprised and upset when I found the needle in bib.&lt;br /&gt;I washed a little Hiro's bib and was folding it... "Ah!" Somthing stinged my finger!&lt;br /&gt;I checked the bib and what I found???&lt;br /&gt;NEEDLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6t9vStmk1I/AAAAAAAAADc/lslpgaJDHpI/s1600-h/Picture+063a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164359649140839250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6t9vStmk1I/AAAAAAAAADc/lslpgaJDHpI/s320/Picture+063a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6t9-ytmk2I/AAAAAAAAADk/0Jnny-qkPrE/s1600-h/Picture+063b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164359915428811618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6t9-ytmk2I/AAAAAAAAADk/0Jnny-qkPrE/s320/Picture+063b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken sewing machine needle was sticking out from the bib.&lt;br /&gt;Luckly, I am the only one who stinged and hurt. Not little Hiro.&lt;br /&gt;I was greatful for a protection that Heavenly Father gave to little Hiro.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided to call Carter's and let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respond was even more surpprising... "Well, we will send you a prepaid envelop and please send them back to us. We will send him a little toy and we will reinvers you the price of the bib..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my husband alreaday warned me that they are not going to do much since no one was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;If someone was hurt, that is TOOO late!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bottom line is, corporate does not care customers, but themselve. I mean they are not reiable therefore, there is nothing they need to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no apporogy at all. Even one "sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I onnly talked to the customer service representative, but it will be nice to show thier approgy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will never happen. I have to say that they are lucky that I do not sue them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-7725244514091697909?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=7725244514091697909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7725244514091697909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7725244514091697909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/02/needle-in-bib.html' title='Needle in Bib!!!'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6t9vStmk1I/AAAAAAAAADc/lslpgaJDHpI/s72-c/Picture+063a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-4892300271137791647</id><published>2008-02-04T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:18.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year party with freinds</title><content type='html'>We had a chinese new year party at our freind's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that Chinese New Year is not till 7 Feburary for this year.&lt;br /&gt;But we decided to have a party little earlier so all of freinds can get togather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I forgat to take a picture of chinese food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I took a picture of desserts that my freind made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6emOCtmkyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OachNWBjlYs/s1600-h/Picture+071a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163278257980085026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6emOCtmkyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OachNWBjlYs/s320/Picture+071a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think they look great? Yea, they were tasty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yes, I have a very talented freind!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-4892300271137791647?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=4892300271137791647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/4892300271137791647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/4892300271137791647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-party-with-freinds.html' title='Chinese New Year party with freinds'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6emOCtmkyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OachNWBjlYs/s72-c/Picture+071a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-2471820168837459781</id><published>2008-01-30T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:19.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Foot action!</title><content type='html'>Little Hiro started to play with his foot.&lt;br /&gt;He is enjoying flex his legs to show off his foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this picture!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6D50CtmkxI/AAAAAAAAACI/G3PEYULSQCE/s1600-h/Picture+049a.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161399845443244818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6D50CtmkxI/AAAAAAAAACI/G3PEYULSQCE/s320/Picture+049a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6D5ritmkwI/AAAAAAAAACA/tehrDea195Q/s1600-h/Picture+048a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161399699414356738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6D5ritmkwI/AAAAAAAAACA/tehrDea195Q/s320/Picture+048a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We may have a future gymnast. ha ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-2471820168837459781?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=2471820168837459781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2471820168837459781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2471820168837459781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/01/foot-action.html' title='Foot action!'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R6D50CtmkxI/AAAAAAAAACI/G3PEYULSQCE/s72-c/Picture+049a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-7949567566806943726</id><published>2008-01-23T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:19.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Friendship of kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R5gFgitmkuI/AAAAAAAAABw/id0oTM-S9lo/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158879429784933090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R5gFgitmkuI/AAAAAAAAABw/id0oTM-S9lo/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Hiro and I visited our good friend today. Little L is about 1 year and 6 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a short visit, little L gave a big hug to little Hiro to show his freindship. &lt;p&gt;Well, if you realised, Hiro can stand with little support from adult. Yes, he is growing everyday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R5gF0ytmkvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h3OPl-f78Yg/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158879777677284082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R5gF0ytmkvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h3OPl-f78Yg/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little L gave a big hug and Little Hiro's comment is "Uuuuuu, it is a little too tight, Little L." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look pciture right-&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; is proofed today with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; tight hug. :):) &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/20738979-7949567566806943726?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=7949567566806943726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7949567566806943726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7949567566806943726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/01/friendship-of-kids.html' title='Friendship of kids!'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R5gFgitmkuI/AAAAAAAAABw/id0oTM-S9lo/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-5586798917651966283</id><published>2008-01-19T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:19.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuchan&apos;s mumbling'/><title type='text'>So, HTML....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, I realised that blog uses HTML and I had no idea how to write HTML. I was frustrated because I could not make the blog the way I wanted to. Like posting a picture and text side by side, etc.... &lt;P&gt;I decided that I need to study a little about HTML. Jens has a book called &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:green;"&gt;HTML For the World Wide Web. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I successfully changed the font size and color!!! Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now, I try to link my Yahoo Japan blog. &lt;A HREF="http://blogs.yahoo.co.jp/shiroyuri_lily"&gt;"Yama no fumoto de"&lt;/A&gt;If you are interested and read Japanese here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R5KXexJd5tI/AAAAAAAAABY/iTT6UspK6Fc/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R5KXexJd5tI/AAAAAAAAABY/iTT6UspK6Fc/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157351078137554642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I try to attach the picture and text on the side. By the way, I purchased these items at IKEA for Hiro-chan. I wanted to type the text left side of the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I learned somethings today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-5586798917651966283?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=5586798917651966283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/5586798917651966283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/5586798917651966283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-html.html' title='So, HTML....'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R5KXexJd5tI/AAAAAAAAABY/iTT6UspK6Fc/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-8886535601929774964</id><published>2008-01-14T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:20.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Mysteriouse Socks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mysteriously, Hiro's socks are taken off from his feet.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiro has a magic???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves to rub his feet together and his socks comes off from his feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it starts like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R4wzxBJd5rI/AAAAAAAAABI/e2JMG6FaN3U/s1600-h/Picture+009a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155552590647125682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R4wzxBJd5rI/AAAAAAAAABI/e2JMG6FaN3U/s320/Picture+009a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R4w0QRJd5sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HcB13VQVU7Q/s1600-h/Picture+008a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155553127518037698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R4w0QRJd5sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HcB13VQVU7Q/s320/Picture+008a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap, it is my daily routine to put his socks back....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-8886535601929774964?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=8886535601929774964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/8886535601929774964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/8886535601929774964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/01/misteriouse-socks.html' title='Mysteriouse Socks....'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R4wzxBJd5rI/AAAAAAAAABI/e2JMG6FaN3U/s72-c/Picture+009a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-6183740548449512689</id><published>2008-01-11T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:20.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Hiro's favorite place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R4gzahJd5lI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zqYBnLh82sg/s1600-h/Picture+025a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154426304193226322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R4gzahJd5lI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zqYBnLh82sg/s200/Picture+025a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Hiro has a favorite place. Generaly, people think that it is not a fun place to be. But for 5 months old, Hiro certanly thinks that it is Disney Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we do not have to pay for the airplane fee so it is great for us. Check it out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He finds a book to read while he is enjoying his own relaxing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R4gzwBJd5mI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QzZBv_o2cQM/s1600-h/Picture+024a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154427133121914482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R4g0KxJd5nI/AAAAAAAAAAo/d2Buv43DW0M/s200/Picture+024a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R4g5ghJd5qI/AAAAAAAAABA/Xn3uapZqdIk/s1600-h/Picture+026a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154433004342208162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R4g5ghJd5qI/AAAAAAAAABA/Xn3uapZqdIk/s200/Picture+026a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So how is your book coming?  &lt;p&gt;His answer was "Ah!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that you enjoy your book, little Hiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-6183740548449512689?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=6183740548449512689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/6183740548449512689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/6183740548449512689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/01/hiros-favorite-place.html' title='Hiro&apos;s favorite place'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R4gzahJd5lI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zqYBnLh82sg/s72-c/Picture+025a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-815378113522100360</id><published>2008-01-08T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:20.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Hirochama Hand Vampire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R4Qn8t3ROUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cT57TkYxUDI/s1600-h/HirotoSitupPart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153287797675735362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R4Qn8t3ROUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cT57TkYxUDI/s320/HirotoSitupPart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see his preparation. He checks to see if I'm looking.  Will he lay me back down?  He asks. Or will his attention lapse; leaving an opening for a mouth to hand attack?  It's a good question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R4Qoj93ROVI/AAAAAAAAABE/kHVLTNgKjgA/s1600-h/HiroSitup.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153288471985600850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R4Qoj93ROVI/AAAAAAAAABE/kHVLTNgKjgA/s320/HiroSitup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that effort and... Score!  He has an opening.  And with it (BANZAI!) he goes for the hand.  There are no teeth protruding from those fearsome gums but a somewhat prodigious amount of slobber oozes in a distinctly Lestatian fashion.  That's my little Hirokun, Slobberpire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-815378113522100360?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=815378113522100360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/815378113522100360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/815378113522100360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/01/hirochama-hand-vampire.html' title='Hirochama Hand Vampire'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470213964589711562</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/_kzdUYasdQPU/R4Qn8t3ROUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cT57TkYxUDI/s72-c/HirotoSitupPart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-5469760454930145539</id><published>2008-01-07T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:00:58.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>During church meeting....</title><content type='html'>So, this is my first update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, little H is the most popular boy in our branch.  Everyone passes by "oh, he is so cute..."  Of cause I am a proude mom. (big smile) However, there is a big accident yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little H decided to announce his presence to all relife society ladies by making a really loud noise from his bottom!!!!!  I was holding him on my lap and there is a big noise came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh No!!!!  It was too late.  Couple of sisiters had big smiles and looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell the world "No.  It was not me!!!!  It was little H!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was moving my mouth "Sorry..." with stroling little H's head.  I was hoping that they noticed it was little H.  But I do not think it was effective....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, little H, next time when you have some comment, you need to talk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-5469760454930145539?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=5469760454930145539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/5469760454930145539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/5469760454930145539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/01/during-church-meeting.html' title='During church meeting....'/><author><name>Fuku_chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03976649599891853145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OiARhcFykiM/R9SjYOUiubI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wLgUtbc-j9E/S220/Picture+059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-2254313725472286122</id><published>2008-01-06T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:21.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>bedtime for little h</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R4GJNN3ROTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cH7NEsOjeSU/s1600-h/HirotoOnBed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R4GJNN3ROTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cH7NEsOjeSU/s320/HirotoOnBed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152550308841339186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just before reading before sleep, today, I layed Little H on the bed like this to brush his hair with a soft toothbrush dedicated to the task.  I crouched over him, looking from his face to his hair.  Little H reached, touched my cheek, and rested his hand on my shoulder while I brushed his locks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-2254313725472286122?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=2254313725472286122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2254313725472286122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/2254313725472286122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-i-layed-little-h-on-bed-like-this.html' title='bedtime for little h'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470213964589711562</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/_kzdUYasdQPU/R4GJNN3ROTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cH7NEsOjeSU/s72-c/HirotoOnBed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20738979.post-7394559703615622648</id><published>2008-01-05T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:21.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little_h'/><title type='text'>Little H is cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R3_xmt3ROPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WzptjPg_gh4/s1600-h/HirotoHappyBath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152102146183870706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R3_xmt3ROPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WzptjPg_gh4/s320/HirotoHappyBath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's five months old. He can roll over. He likes to straddle a leg and push himself up from the floor, chair, or couch. On special occasions (basically every day) he yearns for a stint in the bathroom sink. It fits him, or he fits in it. He can keep himself sitting by pushing the edge of the sink with his legs. He has a lot a to say about it. His reflection and me, his dad, certainly get an earful when we hang with him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R3_y693ROQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EUI9ReQBTzQ/s1600-h/HirotoTummyClimb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152103593587849474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R3_y693ROQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EUI9ReQBTzQ/s320/HirotoTummyClimb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was his practice position. He still likes the angled vantage point, but he's good hanging around on his tummy without support now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R3_y693RORI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E1FYa3ETfvU/s1600-h/HirotoAwake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152103593587849490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: right" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzdUYasdQPU/R3_y693RORI/AAAAAAAAAAc/E1FYa3ETfvU/s320/HirotoAwake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S. snapped this while I was sleeping late one Saturday morning. Little H likes to manipulate my face while I'm anywhere near him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20738979-7394559703615622648?l=tepidtemerity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20738979&amp;postID=7394559703615622648' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7394559703615622648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20738979/posts/default/7394559703615622648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tepidtemerity.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-h-is-cute.html' title='Little H is cute'/><author><name>Jens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12470213964589711562</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/_kzdUYasdQPU/R3_xmt3ROPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WzptjPg_gh4/s72-c/HirotoHappyBath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
