<?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-9220380867569462176</id><updated>2011-11-16T13:19:19.741-05:00</updated><category term='Red Letters Campaign - Adoption Journal'/><title type='text'>Labonte Family Updates</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3655413148031102160</id><published>2011-05-21T08:35:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:50:17.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April vacation!</title><content type='html'>With my relatively new job comes the bonus of having a lot of the same vacations as my husband and kids. We made good use of it this April by going on our first really big, really far vacation as a family of six. And in typical (for my family) fashion, we went along with: My mom, dad, sisters, brothers in law, nieces, and nephews! The itinerary included Busch Gardens in Williamsburg for two days, a day at the lodge, a car safari, and then time at my sister's house in Charlottesville. What a BLAST! Of course, it wouldn't be a real vacation without some mishaps. Ours included My folks forgetting their pre-purchased Busch Gardens tickets in Maine, and my poor hubby being so sick the first day at Busch Gardens that he laid in the car from about noon to eight pm. We told him to go back to the hotel, but I think he was hoping he'd feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQKMG3rF0tU/Tde5p_xIquI/AAAAAAAABV8/U6-Jk7xXkeY/s1600/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609155992056539874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQKMG3rF0tU/Tde5p_xIquI/AAAAAAAABV8/U6-Jk7xXkeY/s400/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Myles feeding a Llama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cY6REj8KNSM/Tde4oNAgrjI/AAAAAAAABV0/INtYzjnQYfk/s1600/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609154861739322930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cY6REj8KNSM/Tde4oNAgrjI/AAAAAAAABV0/INtYzjnQYfk/s400/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie and her Larakeet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMfenDT1cus/Tde3wGld_AI/AAAAAAAABVs/9QdDPEa9fw4/s1600/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609153897942612994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMfenDT1cus/Tde3wGld_AI/AAAAAAAABVs/9QdDPEa9fw4/s400/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad is feeling better - time for a swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4peJCtz5CyA/Tde2-Un5sKI/AAAAAAAABVk/m8iRguZ-fZk/s1600/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609153042717454498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4peJCtz5CyA/Tde2-Un5sKI/AAAAAAAABVk/m8iRguZ-fZk/s400/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa Jim and Rup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5AuxL16C0A/Tde2bHGNFXI/AAAAAAAABVc/iVxE266BCw8/s1600/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609152437791036786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5AuxL16C0A/Tde2bHGNFXI/AAAAAAAABVc/iVxE266BCw8/s400/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you take your 8 grandchildren on vacation, you earn a margarita or two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tcO9pRlWnR0/Tde1kJEVyoI/AAAAAAAABVU/t-owYxFFKSU/s1600/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609151493427284610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tcO9pRlWnR0/Tde1kJEVyoI/AAAAAAAABVU/t-owYxFFKSU/s400/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids all loved the little water park in the middle of Busch Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x57TgQUOGXk/Tde1JCcCg4I/AAAAAAAABVM/VM9Mkic_dis/s1600/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609151027791168386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x57TgQUOGXk/Tde1JCcCg4I/AAAAAAAABVM/VM9Mkic_dis/s400/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole family - and Auri, our honorary member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5QLRY9NyNk/Tde0VvqRxWI/AAAAAAAABVE/agXRLYjNrB4/s1600/April%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609150146577286498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5QLRY9NyNk/Tde0VvqRxWI/AAAAAAAABVE/agXRLYjNrB4/s400/April%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason - completely overstimulated, but soooo very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duREBP27H7E/TdezkjNvKRI/AAAAAAAABU8/kGVmTMlL97E/s1600/April%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609149301422762258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duREBP27H7E/TdezkjNvKRI/AAAAAAAABU8/kGVmTMlL97E/s400/April%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grooving down to some Irish Tunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sxd5r27AgTI/TdezTIaCGbI/AAAAAAAABU0/ZYzAGKsJ67Y/s1600/April%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609149002168801714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sxd5r27AgTI/TdezTIaCGbI/AAAAAAAABU0/ZYzAGKsJ67Y/s400/April%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the kids waiting to enter Busch Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was really amazing to get away with the whole gang. Something I am looking forward to doing more often. The kids were amazing even with the 21 hour drive down, and 15 hour ride back. No issues at all with anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-3655413148031102160?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3655413148031102160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3655413148031102160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3655413148031102160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3655413148031102160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-vacation.html' title='April vacation!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQKMG3rF0tU/Tde5p_xIquI/AAAAAAAABV8/U6-Jk7xXkeY/s72-c/More%2Bvacation%2B2011%2B160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-313996442172146747</id><published>2011-03-22T06:14:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:36:34.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nQ88rBCCmk/TYiFhT0s0LI/AAAAAAAABUk/NVAXDj0lUBM/s1600/Holi%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586862145056592050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nQ88rBCCmk/TYiFhT0s0LI/AAAAAAAABUk/NVAXDj0lUBM/s400/Holi%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuyLTl0Ccwc/TYiE_TdI4gI/AAAAAAAABUc/Uc3oMiw5hi4/s1600/Holi%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586861560842215938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuyLTl0Ccwc/TYiE_TdI4gI/AAAAAAAABUc/Uc3oMiw5hi4/s400/Holi%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vR7VoeZXBM/TYiEnEp42rI/AAAAAAAABUU/RUSLD2iSLlQ/s1600/Holi%2B085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586861144552299186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vR7VoeZXBM/TYiEnEp42rI/AAAAAAAABUU/RUSLD2iSLlQ/s400/Holi%2B085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iOWZXAJ2ZFc/TYh4qUJ2bPI/AAAAAAAABUM/Ng0JS5CizpM/s1600/Holi%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586848006112963826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iOWZXAJ2ZFc/TYh4qUJ2bPI/AAAAAAAABUM/Ng0JS5CizpM/s400/Holi%2B093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIVnQAKChxA/TYh4ILE6P6I/AAAAAAAABUE/CcefDbFrtcA/s1600/Holi%2B116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586847419560771490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIVnQAKChxA/TYh4ILE6P6I/AAAAAAAABUE/CcefDbFrtcA/s400/Holi%2B116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWa3_i1_ORQ/TYh3UeZcLWI/AAAAAAAABT8/_lLBQwSz0gk/s1600/Holi%2B149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586846531393957218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWa3_i1_ORQ/TYh3UeZcLWI/AAAAAAAABT8/_lLBQwSz0gk/s400/Holi%2B149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bs2dBZn9Jks/TYh3JG7DEXI/AAAAAAAABT0/Kv0QEQsxCh0/s1600/Holi%2B135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586846336113906034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bs2dBZn9Jks/TYh3JG7DEXI/AAAAAAAABT0/Kv0QEQsxCh0/s400/Holi%2B135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated the Indian Holiday of Holi and even had the gulaal powder. It absolutely is as messy as it looks, but it was SO worth it. The kids had a blast, and could not believe that this was mom-approved fun. By the end of it, Max had completely stripped down and was pink from head to toe. There is a picture of him streaking down the hallway, but I'll save that for blackmail when he's older :) My friend Amy took the pics, mainly to stay out of the mess - she thinks I'm absolutely insane for allowing this. Visit &lt;a href="http://www.holifestival.org/"&gt;http://www.holifestival.org&lt;/a&gt; for more information on this fabulously fun holiday.&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-313996442172146747?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/313996442172146747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=313996442172146747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/313996442172146747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/313996442172146747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-holi.html' title='Happy Holi!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nQ88rBCCmk/TYiFhT0s0LI/AAAAAAAABUk/NVAXDj0lUBM/s72-c/Holi%2B028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6037195324861029907</id><published>2011-03-13T16:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:09:48.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockets and Dances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEwskspakl4/TX03MIzB5pI/AAAAAAAABTs/il-0Qjvmz_E/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583679794668758674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEwskspakl4/TX03MIzB5pI/AAAAAAAABTs/il-0Qjvmz_E/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madeline and Daddy at the Father - Daughter dance.  This year she stuck to him like glue and they danced together all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WlcwBO6GRPs/TX03L0Zq8CI/AAAAAAAABTk/5RaS6cK9kkc/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583679789193687074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WlcwBO6GRPs/TX03L0Zq8CI/AAAAAAAABTk/5RaS6cK9kkc/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before the dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAn0WzPObTQ/TX0vCnW2J7I/AAAAAAAABTc/JKdymAk0RmY/s1600/random%2Bfun%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583670834980333490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAn0WzPObTQ/TX0vCnW2J7I/AAAAAAAABTc/JKdymAk0RmY/s400/random%2Bfun%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Mason on the pond.  Waiting for the rocket launch.  Dan with his winter beard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BW22y0LuwDo/TX0tvxSOdFI/AAAAAAAABTU/GQKH7p-HAvY/s1600/random%2Bfun%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583669411716166738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BW22y0LuwDo/TX0tvxSOdFI/AAAAAAAABTU/GQKH7p-HAvY/s400/random%2Bfun%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing on the ice - Miranda, Myles, Max, Maddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FKYpzK7_DbQ/TX0sBwrO7iI/AAAAAAAABTM/ppcLjoFHJLU/s1600/random%2Bfun%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583667521767009826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FKYpzK7_DbQ/TX0sBwrO7iI/AAAAAAAABTM/ppcLjoFHJLU/s400/random%2Bfun%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myles has been so excited about these rockets.  It's something my dad used to do with me, and I impulsively bought one for him.  We've had so much fun putting it together, painting it, getting ready for the launches.   A few days after this, Dan decided to use big engines and launch it from our front yard.  Shockingly, the rocket flew WAY up, and got carried who knows where.  Good thing we have another one to build.  Lesson learned by Daddy - you need MORE not Less room with a bigger engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9220380867569462176-6037195324861029907?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6037195324861029907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6037195324861029907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6037195324861029907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6037195324861029907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2011/03/rockets-and-dances.html' title='Rockets and Dances'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEwskspakl4/TX03MIzB5pI/AAAAAAAABTs/il-0Qjvmz_E/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5805062407562426775</id><published>2011-02-28T14:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:42:10.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condensed and Delayed Holidays</title><content type='html'>OK, I let it go way too long.  Serious slacker on the blog, so here are the condensed holidays, mostly in pictures.  One of the things I love about having a big family is all of the different celebrations to make sure we get to see all of our people.  Thanks to blogger, they are all backwards in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grampy's&lt;/span&gt; house with the cousins.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hensleigh&lt;/span&gt; is missing here.  We attempt every season to get a decent picture of them all. . . attempt being the key word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAQxVdz8TDQ/TWwQswJ6WUI/AAAAAAAABTE/vwY5qxS-6vA/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578852399431964994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAQxVdz8TDQ/TWwQswJ6WUI/AAAAAAAABTE/vwY5qxS-6vA/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7 of the 8 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-L3rabhcbM/TWwQsn5GYkI/AAAAAAAABS8/dJhKUNryjAw/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578852397213966914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k-L3rabhcbM/TWwQsn5GYkI/AAAAAAAABS8/dJhKUNryjAw/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching the big sidewalk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snowblower&lt;/span&gt;!  The kids had a blast playing in the snow together.  Fort building, shoveling, and snowball fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from my parents' house, when Jaime, Tom, and Fin got home.  It doesn't feel like Christmas until they are with us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIveLFRaYY4/TWwQsV-QSGI/AAAAAAAABS0/V5SGp3VIMhI/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578852392403748962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIveLFRaYY4/TWwQsV-QSGI/AAAAAAAABS0/V5SGp3VIMhI/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myles and Austin playing Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6naFc9ibmjE/TWwQsTsSvVI/AAAAAAAABSs/IdD_Igx0TMQ/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578852391791541586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6naFc9ibmjE/TWwQsTsSvVI/AAAAAAAABSs/IdD_Igx0TMQ/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lovin&lt;/span&gt;' the new wheels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from the Finley Christmas held every year at Aunt Darcy's.  Yankee swap with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recycled&lt;/span&gt; gifts, great food, and great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eOBezXmTFCY/TWwOyGcU7WI/AAAAAAAABSk/GVuAfmbp4pc/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578850292290874722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eOBezXmTFCY/TWwOyGcU7WI/AAAAAAAABSk/GVuAfmbp4pc/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, Aunt Karen and Uncle Will.  Shockingly, my Mom is gambling ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI9tHrCKYaA/TWwOyG2QVpI/AAAAAAAABSc/xFfNnFupXso/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578850292399625874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI9tHrCKYaA/TWwOyG2QVpI/AAAAAAAABSc/xFfNnFupXso/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew, Aunt Sal, Dan, Mason, and Uncle Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Morning, at our house!  Maddie was the first one up, but not by much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xe51Wn_lTAE/TWwN3gn3hGI/AAAAAAAABSU/LoNVUwnF72E/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578849285706318946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xe51Wn_lTAE/TWwN3gn3hGI/AAAAAAAABSU/LoNVUwnF72E/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie with her Red and Green stripes in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VC-exxhpRBU/TWwN3Bkz6FI/AAAAAAAABSM/1DxzBfWjzY8/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578849277372000338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VC-exxhpRBU/TWwN3Bkz6FI/AAAAAAAABSM/1DxzBfWjzY8/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myles finally got some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bakugans&lt;/span&gt;.  I still don't understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6axl5q_EN8/TWwN25hs4AI/AAAAAAAABSE/NhL_gOFOH7M/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578849275211472898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6axl5q_EN8/TWwN25hs4AI/AAAAAAAABSE/NhL_gOFOH7M/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rup&lt;/span&gt; with his fancy hat and Buzz &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lightyear&lt;/span&gt; T-shirt that he would like to wear everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJ4tIFv9-Ls/TWwN2n2yTKI/AAAAAAAABR8/Z3xyQ3nPw7A/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578849270468070562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJ4tIFv9-Ls/TWwN2n2yTKI/AAAAAAAABR8/Z3xyQ3nPw7A/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason rocking out on Maddie's drum pads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BcOQ7emq25o/TWwLKFEMlEI/AAAAAAAABR0/KGlzRfYo3SU/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578846306191578178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BcOQ7emq25o/TWwLKFEMlEI/AAAAAAAABR0/KGlzRfYo3SU/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madeline reading Christmas stories to two sleepy boys.  She looks way too grown up in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aE-MpqCmzYg/TWwLJ6sAdSI/AAAAAAAABRs/aqWoG67iue4/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578846303405765922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aE-MpqCmzYg/TWwLJ6sAdSI/AAAAAAAABRs/aqWoG67iue4/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason LOVED the nativity set this year.  &lt;br /&gt;My parents bought us all tickets to the Polar Express.  The kids absolutely loved it, and I'm pretty sure it will be a new tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hASLu2nlbA/TWv9ANOgH9I/AAAAAAAABRk/lSP56dZxXrc/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578830743420805074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hASLu2nlbA/TWv9ANOgH9I/AAAAAAAABRk/lSP56dZxXrc/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Auri&lt;/span&gt; with their bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kdOblDRr5k0/TWv8_9YdkII/AAAAAAAABRc/XX054xtHB1s/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578830739167613058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kdOblDRr5k0/TWv8_9YdkII/AAAAAAAABRc/XX054xtHB1s/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Labontes&lt;/span&gt;.  Max looks exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual trek to get a great tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-avDzbyWFxLo/TWv7rgT_KJI/AAAAAAAABRU/HT_xijnXAPI/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578829288255203474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-avDzbyWFxLo/TWv7rgT_KJI/AAAAAAAABRU/HT_xijnXAPI/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With 4 kids it was hard to get them to agree.  They would have walked around forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXV7RMmbUDM/TWv7rVU4vQI/AAAAAAAABRM/uI5Mmip3saE/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578829285306187010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXV7RMmbUDM/TWv7rVU4vQI/AAAAAAAABRM/uI5Mmip3saE/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy's shadow and big helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fabulous holiday this year.  There was no worrying about whether I had to work or not, no rushing back for a night shift, and we enjoyed the whole week together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9220380867569462176-5805062407562426775?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5805062407562426775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5805062407562426775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5805062407562426775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5805062407562426775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2011/02/condensed-and-delayed-holidays.html' title='Condensed and Delayed Holidays'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAQxVdz8TDQ/TWwQswJ6WUI/AAAAAAAABTE/vwY5qxS-6vA/s72-c/labonte%2B2011%2B376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6998398037224327582</id><published>2011-02-17T05:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T05:59:04.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued Frustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-roeXStJbT_A/TVz_XEBAp_I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Xuhe1_ODssQ/s1600/labonte%2B2011%2B421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574611210457884658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-roeXStJbT_A/TVz_XEBAp_I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Xuhe1_ODssQ/s400/labonte%2B2011%2B421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excuse my self-indulgent venting for a post. I feel like I've been a hermit for quite some time. I rarely even see my sister anymore, even though she's my best friend, and lives just 4 miles up the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my frustration comes from the fact that I feel like I shouldn't be frustrated. Most parents of children with special needs are caught off guard, are not prepared for what they are handed. We knew going into this deal exactly what we were in for, and we jumped in anyway. And let me be VERY clear - I wouldn't change my mind ever. I cherish Mason so much, and cannot imagine my life, my family without him. HE is NOT the source of my frustration. My frustration is with "the system" that makes it so ridiculously hard to get what he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a fabulous new job in October that I continue to love. However, working Monday through Friday makes appointments very difficult. This is made more difficult because none of them are close to where we live. That would be too easy. Mason's preschool is 30 minutes away, his PT is 50 minutes away. Any specialist we see is 1.5 hours away. We try to get 7am PT sessions which means that twice a week, Mason and I leave the house at 6am, drive 50 minutes to 1/2 an hour of PT, drive back 50 minutes to daycare, and then I drive back 50 minutes to work. I'm tired before I get there. We are still struggling with the orthotics issue. We have them. Our PT is happy with them, but the school's PT, and OT are not happy with them. Our PT finally said, just sign a release and have them call us to discuss it (I love her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will finally meet his case manager. She's been his case manager for 7 months, and has never met him. I finally demanded it. She wanted to simply jump to his IEP, and I just said that she needed to meet him first. I wanted her to have some idea of who she was working for, what our views are, and how amazing he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IEP - ugh. This agency is not my friend. Their communication is just awful (indicated by the fact that it took 17 phone calls to reach the case manager). I was TOLD (not asked) that I had to attend a meeting on Feb. 28th to review his PT eval. I asked if there were other options, and was told no, that is the only time that everyone could meet, and I could do it by phone if need be. I called the PT who did the eval, and told her that it was just a horrible time, but that I didn't want to do it by phone, because I wanted to meet her. She said the SHE couldn't be there either, and they wanted her to join by phone. So, the only people AT the meeting would be several people who had NEVER met my son. PT called the office, and although the second date and time is even less convenient for me, at least the two people who actually know my son will be in the room. THEN, I find out (by recieving a letter in the mail) that this meeting is not to review his PT eval, this is his IEP meeting. And the date is not convenient for any of his current providers (speech, OT, teachers, 1:1), and, in fact, they were not even told about it. They only found out because the PT consults with the school, and mentioned it. So, again, we are planning meetings around people who have never met my son, while the people that work closely with him seem to not matter at all. I have been warned by providers that this particular office of the agency is notoriously difficult and not child-focused. So, I'm angry going into this meeting, and the case manager will hear all about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition we have had Pulmonology appointments, x-rays, and modified barium swallows, an asthma diagnosis and 2 new meds (that insurance will only pay $2 of each $40 prescription). All of this eats away at time I should be at work. My employer is nothing short of amazing and patient with it all, but I feel terribly guilty, especially as a new employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my real full time job is to argue and fight, and negotiate, and it's really exhausting. BTW, still no wheelchair. He is heavy and awkward, and my back could really use a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while I am complaining about all of this, Mason simply goes from provider to provider, with a big smile, doing anything they ask, and making amazing progress. He is super friendly, and not much bothers him. He enjoys pretending to call the police on people, usually if they won't give him his way. I admire him for his flexibility. The other day, my mom looked at him and said, "Mason, you just blow me away with how well you're doing." He grinned, blew a big puff of air in her face, and repeated, "I blowed you away." I love that kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-6998398037224327582?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6998398037224327582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6998398037224327582' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6998398037224327582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6998398037224327582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2011/02/continued-frustrations.html' title='Continued Frustrations'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-roeXStJbT_A/TVz_XEBAp_I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Xuhe1_ODssQ/s72-c/labonte%2B2011%2B421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-7807937387498294461</id><published>2011-01-16T08:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:24:45.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve with the Coombs Family</title><content type='html'>The Coombs family has been celebrating together on Christmas Eve at the same house at least since I was born.  We're quite a gang.  I can't remember a time when there was a lack of tiny ones - it seems someone is always at that stage.  Kids exchange names, and adults do a spirited yankee swap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL_4D4K50I/AAAAAAAABQw/0745wt7CrPs/s1600/Christmas%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562789828334643010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL_4D4K50I/AAAAAAAABQw/0745wt7CrPs/s400/Christmas%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate and Aisla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL_33mYwCI/AAAAAAAABQo/5ZA3eKylEys/s1600/Christmas%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562789825038827554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL_33mYwCI/AAAAAAAABQo/5ZA3eKylEys/s400/Christmas%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL9r5GKFgI/AAAAAAAABQg/3qbNjxQjA30/s1600/Christmas%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562787420258833922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL9r5GKFgI/AAAAAAAABQg/3qbNjxQjA30/s400/Christmas%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myles and his Spy Kit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL9rqHb1gI/AAAAAAAABQY/CnW7q27Aklg/s1600/Christmas%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562787416237659650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL9rqHb1gI/AAAAAAAABQY/CnW7q27Aklg/s400/Christmas%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max - looking a little tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL8gRSGl5I/AAAAAAAABQQ/S8C6jn1-3ns/s1600/Christmas%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562786121081329554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL8gRSGl5I/AAAAAAAABQQ/S8C6jn1-3ns/s400/Christmas%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason's signature grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL8gAvEycI/AAAAAAAABQI/kXzNZwMJ1rI/s1600/Christmas%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562786116639443394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL8gAvEycI/AAAAAAAABQI/kXzNZwMJ1rI/s400/Christmas%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie in her "glasses" with her reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL8fv0bsAI/AAAAAAAABQA/RXEEyD2atAM/s1600/Christmas%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562786112098512898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL8fv0bsAI/AAAAAAAABQA/RXEEyD2atAM/s400/Christmas%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Molly, Brett, and Aunt Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL7c5pG8FI/AAAAAAAABP4/huu62ubjEec/s1600/Christmas%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562784963684134994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL7c5pG8FI/AAAAAAAABP4/huu62ubjEec/s400/Christmas%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce and Charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL7cgLIZNI/AAAAAAAABPw/8nYdJd6RuzU/s1600/Christmas%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562784956847514834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL7cgLIZNI/AAAAAAAABPw/8nYdJd6RuzU/s400/Christmas%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason and Papa Winnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL7cUn4pjI/AAAAAAAABPo/6TJMbdzzSY8/s1600/Christmas%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562784953746892338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL7cUn4pjI/AAAAAAAABPo/6TJMbdzzSY8/s400/Christmas%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madeline and Papa Winnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL0Yn3G6dI/AAAAAAAABPg/vftei8NP5V0/s1600/Christmas%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562777193610144210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL0Yn3G6dI/AAAAAAAABPg/vftei8NP5V0/s400/Christmas%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max enjoying his Christmas Eve Pancakes.  Licking up Holly's strawberry sauce. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-7807937387498294461?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7807937387498294461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=7807937387498294461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7807937387498294461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7807937387498294461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-eve-with-coombs-family.html' title='Christmas Eve with the Coombs Family'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TTL_4D4K50I/AAAAAAAABQw/0745wt7CrPs/s72-c/Christmas%2B012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5015883109107483420</id><published>2011-01-09T06:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T07:15:43.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>This week has left my quite disgruntled, and feeling like nothing is moving fast enough.  For those of you who have been through the adoption process, it's like when you rush and rush to get the paperwork done, and then no one else has that urgency and you are forced to sit and wait for things to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been attempting to get a wheelchair for Mason since August.  It's not that we don't think he'll ever walk, but he's very heavy, and I can't carry him everywhere anymore.  He hates a stroller because he feels all scrunched up, and the joggers force him to lean back, which he is completely uninterested in.  He will probably always need a wheelchair for long distances, and it will certainly be useful for school.  We switched companies because the first folks we were with were essentially useless.  They were rude, gave us no options, and our phone calls went unreturned for up to 1 month.  Completely unacceptable.  We are now with a company whose rep. has been lovely to deal with.  We felt like we had options, that he listened to us, and understood what we wanted.  He even got a chair for Mason to try - a chair that we were interested in.  So that is progressing, but is probably going to take another month or so to actually get the chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have finally ordered orthotics for Mason.  In my opinion it's about time.  He wants to be  on his feet now, is pulling himself up all the time, and prefers to be in his gait trainer at school.  But again, this has been in the works since September!  The company that his orthopedic guy faxed the prescription to never called us, even after I left messages.  So our PT is also an orthotist and got him all measured.  We were supposed to have them within 7-10 days.  That was nearly a month ago.  I don't think it's anyone's fault, it's just one more thing that is taking longer than we thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PT eval at school was done after repeatedly reminding CDS - "it's in his IEP, you need to make it happen."  They didn't want to pay for an initial eval to begin his 1/2 hour of consultation with the school each week.  But it did happen.  Now, I'm trying to get a hold of the PT to talk to her about the results.  It's been 2 weeks, and we still haven't connected.  She's on the road a lot and I can't answer my phone between 11:30 and 3.  So it isn't really anyone's fault, but it's maddening! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another frustration - we got a letter from his school stating that they forgot to get consent for psych testing that had already occurred in the fall.  Would we please sign consent now.  Seriously?!!  Would have been nice to know that someone was evaluating my kid, and to have had some say as to who did it, or at least be able to do my own research on their provider.  Not happy about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kicker this week was the eye appointment.  When we accepted his referral, Mason had a clearly crossed eye.  Although it has certainly improved, it still goes crazy frequently, and at our last appointment we were told that this is what causes him to constantly tilt his head back.  We initially took him to a local eye doctor, who told us that he didn't see anything wrong.  REALLY?!!  When we had his speech evaluated, his speech therapist was very concerned about it and told us to get a second opinion.  We went to a pediatric opthamologist who told us that he had "A shaped strabismus" and would need surgery, but wanted to wait until he got a bit more settled here.  Time and time again we are asked by providers "what are you doing about his eyes?"  He recently had a PT eval at the school he attends, and when my mom picked him up, that was the first question from the PT.  We had that appointment this week.  I took all morning off from work to drive down there expecting to finally get something set up to take care of this.  I expected them to dilate him, because with Mason, I feel like that's the only way to get a good reading on it.  They didn't.  Instead they wanted him to point to these teeny dots on a flashlight (hello!  he doesn't really have great fine motor skills).  Then they wanted him to identify these abstract black and white photos of everyday objects.  He's a concrete guy.  The abstract thing didn't work for him.  Lastly, the doc was trying to get him to follow that little pen light.  Instead of talking to Mason and asking him to follow the light, he kept flicking this little pig thing around and expecting that to grab his attention.  Mason could not have cared less, and I don't blame him.  I was most irritated, because I want Mason's providers to actually show an interest in him.  And there was none shown.  He never spoke to Mason on any sort of level and I felt dismissed.  He said that he didn't get a good reading, that he didn't want to do surgery right now, nor did he want to try glasses or patching.  He stated that his head tilt looked more to the left today (I have no idea what that meant, and seriously, he was with Mason for like 2 minutes!)  So we wait another 6 months before going back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I want my child to have surgery, but I do want something to be resolved!  He's got enough challenges, so if we can fix something that may affect his fine motor skills, his posture, and adds to his struggle, let's do it already!  I'm sick of wating for everything to happen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like I did a lot of running around, calling around, and got nothing accomplished at all.  So this weekend, I'm forcing Daniel to help me clean the basement.  That way I can feel like some progress has been made on something in our lives :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise a happy, picture filled, holiday post soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-5015883109107483420?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5015883109107483420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5015883109107483420' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5015883109107483420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5015883109107483420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2011/01/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3972985654975831829</id><published>2010-12-01T20:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:29:51.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My big 4 year old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPb0XY3Pw_I/AAAAAAAABPU/yaBa2CvgFsA/s1600/Max%2BLightyear%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545888673801683954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPb0XY3Pw_I/AAAAAAAABPU/yaBa2CvgFsA/s400/Max%2BLightyear%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max woke up this morning and said, "Yay, now I'm a full grown donkey boy!" I have no idea what this means, but he's a funny kid, with a great smile and sense of humor to match. He's still small, but seems to have sprouted the last month or so, requiring all new pants to wear. I love that he has nicknames for everyone: Myles is Foo Foo, Maddie is Sissy, Dan is Dan Dickens. Too cute. LOUD, but very sweet and endearing. He still carries all his blankies around, and his favorite color - PINK!  He is newly obsessed with Buzz Lightyear, hence the birthday costume.  He was so thrilled, and kept on saying, "I'm an autobot!"  I think he's confusing his characters :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, this kid just lights up the room.  He is so smart, funny, and loving.  This time of year, with all of the Gotcha Days, Birthdays, and Holidays, my thoughts always turn to my boys' birthfamilies.  Max is very aware of his birth mother, and wants so badly to meet her.  When I look at him, I can't help but think of what she might look like.  I always think of her as a petite woman with birght eyes and a stunning smile.  I hope that she smiles often, and has some level of knowledge that her son is happy, amazing, and loves her from afar.  I hope that someday I can be there when they meet.&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/9220380867569462176-3972985654975831829?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3972985654975831829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3972985654975831829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3972985654975831829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3972985654975831829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-big-4-year-old.html' title='My big 4 year old!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPb0XY3Pw_I/AAAAAAAABPU/yaBa2CvgFsA/s72-c/Max%2BLightyear%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-1016304752106918211</id><published>2010-12-01T06:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:17:56.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This summer we had professional pictures taken of the family.  We had never done it before.  We'll do it again, but will NOT use the same person.  Not what we expected.  But here are the results. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;note:  it was 105 degrees, she was early so no one was ready, we expected much more creative stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPbyWuvOvII/AAAAAAAABPM/Q0XIJTtouRU/s1600/DSC_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545886463470517378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPbyWuvOvII/AAAAAAAABPM/Q0XIJTtouRU/s400/DSC_0155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa Winnie and the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPbx88Aa3KI/AAAAAAAABPE/6BUk7TpG6nQ/s1600/DSC_0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545886020355677346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPbx88Aa3KI/AAAAAAAABPE/6BUk7TpG6nQ/s400/DSC_0139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 8 grandkids.  All 7 and under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPbxlGzQNGI/AAAAAAAABO8/lzIFNwszYhs/s1600/DSC_0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545885610936382562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPbxlGzQNGI/AAAAAAAABO8/lzIFNwszYhs/s400/DSC_0107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best Friends and Cousins.  Maddie and Auri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPbxNyHoChI/AAAAAAAABO0/jBwxysAtfpQ/s1600/DSC_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545885210247694866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPbxNyHoChI/AAAAAAAABO0/jBwxysAtfpQ/s400/DSC_0090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie looks so grown up.  Terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPbw6t9mrjI/AAAAAAAABOs/RSu-wdm01zs/s1600/DSC_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545884882714406450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPbw6t9mrjI/AAAAAAAABOs/RSu-wdm01zs/s400/DSC_0047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myles.  I love this boys smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPY7uI1xQVI/AAAAAAAABOk/8h_xRrFLxgk/s1600/DSC_0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545685654986375506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPY7uI1xQVI/AAAAAAAABOk/8h_xRrFLxgk/s400/DSC_0167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 4 Labonte kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPYvx4iBHUI/AAAAAAAABOc/Qo0UGb7KpI0/s1600/DSC_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545672525188504898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPYvx4iBHUI/AAAAAAAABOc/Qo0UGb7KpI0/s400/DSC_0085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I adore this picture of Mason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPYvaZpxpsI/AAAAAAAABOU/t6915gDxg24/s1600/DSC_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545672121762555586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPYvaZpxpsI/AAAAAAAABOU/t6915gDxg24/s400/DSC_0033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor little Max had a fever.  Still so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-1016304752106918211?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1016304752106918211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=1016304752106918211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1016304752106918211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1016304752106918211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='Professional pics'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPbyWuvOvII/AAAAAAAABPM/Q0XIJTtouRU/s72-c/DSC_0155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6216005966171348133</id><published>2010-11-27T22:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T23:29:46.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three years, vivid memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544449485294632626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPHXbl4VfrI/AAAAAAAABN8/4uQD6qaiPv0/s400/Matri%2BSneha%2Band%2BMax%2B175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotcha Day:  November 27, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPHZNeXsTnI/AAAAAAAABOM/tceIMoOPvV8/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544451441783754354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPHZNeXsTnI/AAAAAAAABOM/tceIMoOPvV8/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking in the Woods - Rocking his signature Mohawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544450995761314210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPHYzgzp-aI/AAAAAAAABOE/gSiyzgIeuCg/s400/138.JPG" /&gt; Apple Picking with his cheesy grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three years ago, on Thanksgiving Day (because flights were WAY cheaper), we took off for India. We planned the trip in less than 24 hours. We were terrified, NOT world travelers, and had so many questions about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; guy that was going to be our son. I had crazy worries like what if he smelled weird, how long would it take before he felt like mine, and not theirs, and what will we do with him on the 18 hour flight home?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We flew to New Delhi to complete the embassy paperwork, then on to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kolkata&lt;/span&gt; to actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; our son. I was uncharacteristically calm through most of the trip, but Gotcha Day rattled me. I was so emotional, and had a tough experience on the way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Matri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sneha&lt;/span&gt;. Our tour of the special needs portion of the facility gave me a chance to pull it together, and also set our course for adoption #2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every family thinks about what that moment will be like. That first moment when you meet your child. Every family hopes for that ideal meeting, but doesn't dare to expect it. We fear that the child will be afraid, cry, grieve horribly. We pray that things will fall into place, and there will be an immediate connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Max &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rup&lt;/span&gt;, we got that dream. His Ayah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; him into Ms. Roy's office, placed him in my arms, he looked at me, smiled, and then &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;layed &lt;/span&gt;his head on my chest, stuck his index and middle finger in his mouth, and started his "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goygoygoy&lt;/span&gt;" sound that we are now so familiar with. It was like we had always been together. He just fit. And, he smelled really nice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been three years today, and we still can't believe how easy our first transition was. I cannot imagine our family without Max's humor, huge grin, and one volume setting - LOUD! His &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mohawk&lt;/span&gt; haircut fits his spunky personality. He's a great mix of sweet and devilish. He is his Daddy's shadow, and adores his big sister. He's perfect for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Max &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rup&lt;/span&gt;.  Happy Gotcha Day!&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/9220380867569462176-6216005966171348133?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6216005966171348133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6216005966171348133' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6216005966171348133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6216005966171348133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/11/three-years-vivid-memories.html' title='Three years, vivid memories.'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TPHXbl4VfrI/AAAAAAAABN8/4uQD6qaiPv0/s72-c/Matri%2BSneha%2Band%2BMax%2B175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-2343145292323945166</id><published>2010-11-23T06:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:03:39.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOusuLNBI9I/AAAAAAAABN0/gF2dESJAelU/s1600/more%2Bpuppy%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542713675690877906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOusuLNBI9I/AAAAAAAABN0/gF2dESJAelU/s400/more%2Bpuppy%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOusYqO91gI/AAAAAAAABNs/HdMd2RFJxP0/s1600/more%2Bpuppy%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542713306063427074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOusYqO91gI/AAAAAAAABNs/HdMd2RFJxP0/s400/more%2Bpuppy%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOusHO2mD8I/AAAAAAAABNk/rtvbSpHfnAY/s1600/more%2Bpuppy%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542713006655672258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOusHO2mD8I/AAAAAAAABNk/rtvbSpHfnAY/s400/more%2Bpuppy%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our newest addition is Charlie, the standard poodle.  A friend of ours had a surprise litter of 16!!  15 of them made it, and now Livermore has a bunch of these cute little fluff balls.  Our neighbor has two, a good friend has another two.  We're excited to train these pups together.  Charlie is a laid back pup.  The kids all adore him, and he adores Copper.  Copper is warming up to him.  He tolerates Charlie following him everywhere.  The funniest thing is watching  Charlie and Petri (the cat).  They love each other, and Charlie has taken to giving Petri big kisses every chance he gets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9220380867569462176-2343145292323945166?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2343145292323945166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=2343145292323945166' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/2343145292323945166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/2343145292323945166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/11/charlie.html' title='Charlie'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOusuLNBI9I/AAAAAAAABN0/gF2dESJAelU/s72-c/more%2Bpuppy%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-2837681444653704142</id><published>2010-11-14T20:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T05:43:13.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a whole year? / It's only been a year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qKDK50k_Ikg?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qKDK50k_Ikg?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ABwFRX6-T0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ABwFRX6-T0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first video above was taken a couple of days after we met mason. We were still in India. The "Ah" he repeats throughout the video was pretty much his only verbalization at that point. He was so tippy up on his knees like that, and could not sit at all without just folding in half, or tipping over completely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second video is Mason now. He narrates our days, and asks soo many questions, always wanting to know exactly what's going on, what everyone is doing, and most importantly, what car everyone took to get here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We took a leap of faith in pursuing this little guy. Our trusted social worker thought he would do really well in a family. We were nervous, but found his smile, his engaging charisma too much to resist. After having him home a year, I cannot imagine it turning out any other way. He is my son. I love him with all of my heart. I see him as absolutely perfect, and a true gift from God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love that Mason struggles to do so much that other children do so easily, but he struggles with a big old grin on his face. He'll try anything for anyone, and then say "thank you" (or "keanu" in Masonese) for the opportunity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love that my other children have not been hindered by him, they have grown and become more compassionate because of him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we celebrate a year together, I am so grateful for so many things. . . I am grateful that Mason's birthparents made a plan for him that gave him a chance to get the care he needed. I am grateful that the Ayahs at Matri Sneha gave him love and care for he first 2.5 years of his life. I am grateful that Tami sent that email, just in case anyone on our forum may have been interested. I am grateful that despite the questions, and concerns of many among us that we took that leap of faith, and that those questioning us are now his biggest supporters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adoption is miraculous. Waiting children need an opportunity to blossom. I'm so glad he's no waiting anymore, and that he has helped our family to blossom as much as we have helped him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Gotcha Day, Mason!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-2837681444653704142?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2837681444653704142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=2837681444653704142' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/2837681444653704142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/2837681444653704142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-whole-year-its-only-been-year.html' title='It&apos;s been a whole year? / It&apos;s only been a year?'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-452369026400389234</id><published>2010-11-14T19:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T06:49:00.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOEeBks19NI/AAAAAAAABNY/A017h7Hub6k/s1600/Max%2Band%2BMason%2BThomas%2Bjammies%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539742029022885074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOEeBks19NI/AAAAAAAABNY/A017h7Hub6k/s400/Max%2Band%2BMason%2BThomas%2Bjammies%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOCADO_9FAI/AAAAAAAABNQ/an5GMW0sZRU/s1600/897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539568334720013314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOCADO_9FAI/AAAAAAAABNQ/an5GMW0sZRU/s400/897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOCADHluoqI/AAAAAAAABNI/8L3mvZOmvsg/s1600/895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539568332730966690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOCADHluoqI/AAAAAAAABNI/8L3mvZOmvsg/s400/895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOB_nloM8mI/AAAAAAAABNA/gJy55thGWMI/s1600/898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539567859758068322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOB_nloM8mI/AAAAAAAABNA/gJy55thGWMI/s400/898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been way too long, and SO much has happened. I'll catch up on it eventually, but for now, Halloween pics. I have no idea why here are no pics of Madeline. Perhaps because I'm a bad mom, or perhaps because she and Auri spent way too much time in the bathroom :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddie was a vampire, Myles he Devil, Max Rup was Darth Vader, but told everyone he was "Star Wars," and Mason was a Ninja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just like the pic of the two little boys in their Thomas jammies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9220380867569462176-452369026400389234?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/452369026400389234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=452369026400389234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/452369026400389234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/452369026400389234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TOEeBks19NI/AAAAAAAABNY/A017h7Hub6k/s72-c/Max%2Band%2BMason%2BThomas%2Bjammies%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-8997888308623006825</id><published>2010-08-18T02:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T02:50:58.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling SO Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGuCfBmhRbI/AAAAAAAABL0/ZRqQzTfnh54/s1600/More+of+summer+%2710+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506638438908118450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGuCfBmhRbI/AAAAAAAABL0/ZRqQzTfnh54/s400/More+of+summer+%2710+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're done. It's over. He's officially ours. Mason's adoption was finalized in court today. Many of you remember that this part didn't go so well for us last time around. I've been dreading this ever since we started the process with Mason. One of the reasons we started the process with a different agency this time, was to avoid this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;judge&lt;/span&gt;, but God stepped in and brought us back to Dillon, and to our amazing little guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave it to God to also place someone at court to day to give me some perspective on our situation. I was a wreck going into court, until I saw an old friend who was in a much more unsure, contested, HARD situation. Immediately all of my anxiety went away and my thoughts were with her, praying the judge would see the situation clearly and do what was best for the children she cares for. I'm happy to say that the day went well for both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our county is the only county in our state that requires two different hearings to finalize an adoption. Both times we've been able to wave the second hearing (although I'm pretty sure the judge wasn't thrilled to do it either time). The second hearing is supposed to be "festive" according to the judge, but we don't care to be festive in that venue, with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were plenty festive last night. I was completely overwhelmed at the number of people that showed up to help us celebrate. If I have an accurate count, there were 38 people at the Chuck Wagon. God bless our waitress, who was prepared for 20-25! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we started this journey I know there were lots of folks that questioned what we were doing; that were unsure what a child with special needs would do to our family, our other kids. I'm pretty sure that no one in that room last night can imagine our family without this special little boy. What he's done FOR our family has been amazing. I'm so thankful for everything we have been given, so thankful that somehow, over thousands and thousands of miles, we were connected with two little boys that fit perfectly into our family, and completed us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Desmond Tutu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-8997888308623006825?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8997888308623006825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=8997888308623006825' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8997888308623006825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8997888308623006825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/08/feeling-so-blessed.html' title='Feeling SO Blessed'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGuCfBmhRbI/AAAAAAAABL0/ZRqQzTfnh54/s72-c/More+of+summer+%2710+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-9090096918866094290</id><published>2010-08-17T10:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T19:21:38.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>StoryLand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGqmG__yz2I/AAAAAAAABLs/Zvy_lOgFUnM/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506396133602283362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGqmG__yz2I/AAAAAAAABLs/Zvy_lOgFUnM/s400/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGqmGlShQqI/AAAAAAAABLk/S3vrdXdZ9xA/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506396126433067682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGqmGlShQqI/AAAAAAAABLk/S3vrdXdZ9xA/s400/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGqmGPY14-I/AAAAAAAABLc/Ijr0c5NE_Jo/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506396120554005474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGqmGPY14-I/AAAAAAAABLc/Ijr0c5NE_Jo/s400/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGqmFrZURKI/AAAAAAAABLU/0HFLP6myIyU/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506396110892319906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGqmFrZURKI/AAAAAAAABLU/0HFLP6myIyU/s400/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGqmFXMsssI/AAAAAAAABLM/7beQhGGCgKA/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506396105470685890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGqmFXMsssI/AAAAAAAABLM/7beQhGGCgKA/s400/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a wonderful trip to StoryLand with Nana, Papa, MooMoo, Auri, Austin, Aisla, and Molly. It was VERY hot, but the kids had a blast. All of them were able to go on rides, and Mason would get off of one, and then yell, "More Ride!" &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/9220380867569462176-9090096918866094290?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/9090096918866094290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=9090096918866094290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/9090096918866094290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/9090096918866094290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/08/storyland.html' title='StoryLand!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGqmG__yz2I/AAAAAAAABLs/Zvy_lOgFUnM/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5672116899314784866</id><published>2010-08-15T18:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:08:05.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photogenic Madeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGhyOITcsMI/AAAAAAAABLE/bNdvy9uly98/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505776131533222082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGhyOITcsMI/AAAAAAAABLE/bNdvy9uly98/s400/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGhyNhHN2-I/AAAAAAAABK8/r1VmMyy5Rko/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505776121012935650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGhyNhHN2-I/AAAAAAAABK8/r1VmMyy5Rko/s400/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGhyNDpNFlI/AAAAAAAABK0/FVsMkR0UuGk/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505776113102427730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGhyNDpNFlI/AAAAAAAABK0/FVsMkR0UuGk/s400/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGhyM_D4GZI/AAAAAAAABKs/FGRCYzEwm88/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505776111872121234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGhyM_D4GZI/AAAAAAAABKs/FGRCYzEwm88/s400/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madeline and I were at Aunt Ang's picking blueberries, when Maddie spotted her lovely perennials.  We just had to do a photo shoot!  I love my nature girl!&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/9220380867569462176-5672116899314784866?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5672116899314784866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5672116899314784866' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5672116899314784866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5672116899314784866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/08/photogenic-madeline.html' title='Photogenic Madeline'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TGhyOITcsMI/AAAAAAAABLE/bNdvy9uly98/s72-c/069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-9011933414053686831</id><published>2010-07-14T11:48:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:21:32.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3ib_A9_7I/AAAAAAAABKg/qng0XT3RCLM/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493796090861715378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3ib_A9_7I/AAAAAAAABKg/qng0XT3RCLM/s400/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Fin.  He's gone from colicky to hilarious!  Love this little boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3ibYtcLbI/AAAAAAAABKY/6cdqM8gGZ7k/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493796080579259826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3ibYtcLbI/AAAAAAAABKY/6cdqM8gGZ7k/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Mason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3iC6RbhFI/AAAAAAAABKQ/8xxtoM58MK0/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493795660091851858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3iC6RbhFI/AAAAAAAABKQ/8xxtoM58MK0/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We have sparklers every year, but for some reason Maddie was terrified of them this year?!  Look at that face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3htcr_vnI/AAAAAAAABKI/YSCaghNfZgg/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493795291372961394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3htcr_vnI/AAAAAAAABKI/YSCaghNfZgg/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys enjoying Austin's gift from Nana and Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3hRhMob_I/AAAAAAAABKA/cpM7t190lxI/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493794811547250674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3hRhMob_I/AAAAAAAABKA/cpM7t190lxI/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie's favorite gift.  Aunt Moo Moo knows her girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3gt1li7DI/AAAAAAAABJ4/oLtjS4dFypU/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493794198545165362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3gt1li7DI/AAAAAAAABJ4/oLtjS4dFypU/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how gorgeous it was.  The view from the boat.  I love this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3gXlwFAfI/AAAAAAAABJw/SG9EHd-mpOU/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493793816337252850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3gXlwFAfI/AAAAAAAABJw/SG9EHd-mpOU/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madeline and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Auri&lt;/span&gt; - they are fearless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maddie got me on the tube and repeatedly told me to let her know if I needed them to stop and she'd fall of on purpose so I wouldn't be embarrassed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3f-OYh84I/AAAAAAAABJo/JD-cRmWUSdQ/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493793380567741314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3f-OYh84I/AAAAAAAABJo/JD-cRmWUSdQ/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All pooped out.  My boys love their Papa Winnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3fpNKC6BI/AAAAAAAABJg/G00w8hnYK8g/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493793019461298194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3fpNKC6BI/AAAAAAAABJg/G00w8hnYK8g/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My sisters with their babies.  They look like Divas don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. This year didn't disappoint. With gorgeous weather and almost the entire family, lobsters, and a double birthday party (Madeline on the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and Austin on the 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;)- it was a wonderful day.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-9011933414053686831?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/9011933414053686831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=9011933414053686831' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/9011933414053686831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/9011933414053686831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-4th-fun.html' title='July 4th Fun'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TD3ib_A9_7I/AAAAAAAABKg/qng0XT3RCLM/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-7580008145155727887</id><published>2010-07-01T13:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:00:23.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love summer here. We are so very lucky to live 2 miles from my parents house on a lake. If it's sunny out, that's where we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madeline is a total fish. She would live in the water if we let her. We frequently have to drag her out when it's time to go home. This is about as close as I can get to her without a boat :) She's in the purple, pink and white checked suit. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488996713953363218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TCzVbex6BRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/nwfz3-RJVUg/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myles is happy to troll around the sides of the lake looking for crayfish, and other creatures. He LOVES to fish, especially with Bryce or Uncle Mike. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488995431203125170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TCzUQ0Kat7I/AAAAAAAABJI/i7tIB7vsRpU/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max is all over the place! He likes to ride his big wheels down the hill, terrifying his mother, he loves to kayak, and splash around in the shallow water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488998416395278210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TCzW-k3sF4I/AAAAAAAABJY/9KBxwCb0Brw/s400/nana%27s+house+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mason loves the pond. We were nervous about how he'd do in the lake since he still has trouble balancing. He loves to sit in a laundry basket placed in the shallow water and splash, and play. We've also found a floatation device that really works well with him, and he loves it. It's the closest thing to walking that he's able to do. I love seeing him in that position - upright :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488994677327503058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TCzTk7wdntI/AAAAAAAABJA/us2arfh2B4E/s400/nana%27s+house+016.JPG" /&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/9220380867569462176-7580008145155727887?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7580008145155727887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=7580008145155727887' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7580008145155727887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7580008145155727887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer.html' title='Summer!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TCzVbex6BRI/AAAAAAAABJQ/nwfz3-RJVUg/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6329369418671469503</id><published>2010-06-11T08:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:17:43.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481504488820107250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TBI3SlLU5_I/AAAAAAAABIQ/yJh17fumKHA/s400/Mason+Standing+Porch2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made the big decisions regarding Mason's services in the fall. Dan and I visited the local option, and liked it enough, the lady was lovely, and it was very informal. We were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with sending him there. THEN we went to his speech &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eval&lt;/span&gt; at an office 1/2 an hour away. We told her our plans, and she asked if we had seen the preschool downstairs from her office. She very informally suggested we go down, just to see what other options exist. Dan and I walked out of there, and both thought, "This is exactly where he needs to be." We felt so great about that place. We felt they had the staffing, equipment, resources, everything that would help Mason be successful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we needed to develop an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; for him. This is something that I've been terrified of. I really thought we'd have to scratch and claw to get what we needed for Mason. But it was lovely! We have a terrific case manager, and our provider really knows Mason, and cares about him. Mason will attend the preschool 2 days a week, 3 hours each day. During this time, he will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;recieve&lt;/span&gt; his speech and occupational therapies. We will continue to see our private PT, but there is also an option for a PT to consult with the preschool to suggest modifications, etc. Mason will also have a 1:1 mobility aid. We made it clear that our goal is for him to be as independent as possible, and were assured that this would help with that since his aid will be able to help him get from place to place, help him access the playground equipment, and encourage him to move on his own, instead of being carried everywhere for convenience. They are making sure that there is a swing for him to access. We are very pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above services will start August 31st, at the beginning of the school year. In the meantime, the OT that will work with him in the fall informed us that she can work with him twice a week over the summer as well - through our insurance instead of the Early Intervention program. We're excited to get this service started for him. We will also try to start speech therapy through the summer as well. It's all in the same building, and they seem very collaborative. He's made so much progress in these areas already, that we can't wait to see what he does with professional help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward, the local Special Ed director is willing to speak with me about the possibility of him attending the public 4K program when the time comes. We'll speak about how feasible this is, what needs to be worked on before then, and whether that will be what is best for him (that's my agenda anyway). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are sad to have finished services with our first contact in "the system." She was a lovely PT that was a huge support for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-6329369418671469503?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6329369418671469503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6329369418671469503' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6329369418671469503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6329369418671469503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/06/final-decision.html' title='The Final Decision'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/TBI3SlLU5_I/AAAAAAAABIQ/yJh17fumKHA/s72-c/Mason+Standing+Porch2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-1597384984412332906</id><published>2010-05-22T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T01:05:02.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474322691417918626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S_ize8_TTKI/AAAAAAAABHw/MbZ5S0gLQX0/s400/Myles%27+5th+BDay+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gift time with lots of helpers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474322699453804066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S_izfa7NLiI/AAAAAAAABH4/YzZr0SkFQXw/s400/Myles%27+5th+BDay+012.JPG" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Superheroes. What more could he have asked for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother's Day was doubly special for us this year, since it was also Myles' 5th Birthday. Saturday Myles celebrated with his first "friend" party. Unfortunately the weather was poor, and Mommy vastly underestimated the amount of prizes needed to fill a pinata, but we muddled through. Apparently his classmates were aware of his obsession with superheroes - he's ready for new adventures with Ironman and Spiderman. We don't do fancy cakes, but the kids always bake them with me, and Myles, true to form, chose "chocolate, Mom, everything on it should be chocolate." &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474322702162321314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S_izflA936I/AAAAAAAABIA/fYXx928hZ2w/s400/Myles%27+5th+BDay+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was sooo windy out! The kids had fun attempting to fly kites.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474322708734112786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S_izf9fzdBI/AAAAAAAABII/gDJD0A84sOM/s400/Myles%27+5th+BDay+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never want these little homemade gifts to stop. I cherish every one of them. Handprint gifts of any sort are my absolute favorite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother's day was pretty low-key. I wasn't feeling so hot, so Dan let me go back to bed after Church, which I had to drag people to. I actually think what I did was get out of bed, and said, "when I get out of the shower, at least one of my children better be ready to go to Church with me." Yeah, good way to start the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and I took my Mom to pick out a new mother's ring, and out to lunch with some of the assorted children :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend prior we took Max and Mason to pick out their trees to plant in honor of their birthmoms. Mason was completely uninterested in the process, but Max made sure that both trees had pink blossoms. He was a little overwhelmed at the number of pink options, and had a lot of fun deciding. We had an interesting snake adventure, finding the snake that Myles lost in the truck two days prior while at the greenhouse. We successfully caged in in Myles' superheroes carrier, and released it at Nana and Papa's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish I had the camera for that adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother's day was soooo windy! We couldn't plant the trees at all. We did plant them later in the week, and they are lovely additions to our front yard. Max speaks of his birthmom frequently, and always wonders why we can't just go to India to visit her. He has identified her and one of his cribmates as his "India family." I'm surprised at how much he wants to talk about this already. Guess I'd better prepare quickly for the harder questions that are sure to follow. I wish we had more information to offer him. I wish she had more information on how wonderful he is doing now, and how thankful we are that she made such a difficult decision for her child.&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/9220380867569462176-1597384984412332906?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1597384984412332906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=1597384984412332906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1597384984412332906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1597384984412332906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/05/special-weekend.html' title='A Special Weekend'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S_ize8_TTKI/AAAAAAAABHw/MbZ5S0gLQX0/s72-c/Myles%27+5th+BDay+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5627980356819702539</id><published>2010-05-20T19:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:51:36.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Addition</title><content type='html'>My parents are now up to 8 grandchildren now, with the wonderful and early addition of Aisla last week.  Big Brother Austin loves his new baby sister, a pleasant surprise for everyone.  Big Sister, Auri, had a rough week.  She didn't feel well all week, and we kept on plying it off as nerves, adjustment, etc.  Poor girl ended up in the ER the night Aisla came home and apparently it was more than nerves.  Everyone is feeling better now, and we are thrilled with this gorgeous new addition to the family!  Check out some gorgeous pics of the family here - &lt;a href="http://www.darlingphoto.net/blog/?p=488"&gt;http://www.darlingphoto.net/blog/?p=488&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-5627980356819702539?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5627980356819702539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5627980356819702539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5627980356819702539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5627980356819702539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/05/wonderful-addition.html' title='A Wonderful Addition'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6430466107481887960</id><published>2010-05-07T20:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:00:01.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S-S24zlbCPI/AAAAAAAABHo/NoNXKcGFCNQ/s1600/29468_393131767413_504312413_4517153_4799022_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468696934570723570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S-S24zlbCPI/AAAAAAAABHo/NoNXKcGFCNQ/s400/29468_393131767413_504312413_4517153_4799022_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;My son is officially crawling now. Not commando crawling, actual, on his hands and knees, crawling! We've been working hard on this for 5 months. He has to think very hard about it, and really focus, but he does it.  This week his physical therapist commented on how he was progressing in leaps and bounds.  You don't notice when you see him day in and day out, but as we talked about all the changes in his body, posture, skills - it's pretty impressive.  I'm certainly learning all over again how exciting each milestone can be. I'm a very proud Momma.&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/9220380867569462176-6430466107481887960?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6430466107481887960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6430466107481887960' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6430466107481887960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6430466107481887960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/05/crawling.html' title='Crawling'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S-S24zlbCPI/AAAAAAAABHo/NoNXKcGFCNQ/s72-c/29468_393131767413_504312413_4517153_4799022_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-4651765378317179827</id><published>2010-05-05T07:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:24:34.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S-FVYowPG4I/AAAAAAAABHg/rWnMoupkw7Q/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467745304349449090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S-FVYowPG4I/AAAAAAAABHg/rWnMoupkw7Q/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madeline fell asleep last night rubbing my fingernail. This is something she used to do ALL the time when she was little. She'd suck her thumb, and with the other hand rub your fingernail. Odd and cute, and I was glad for the memory. She's such a sweet girl, and growing up way too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-4651765378317179827?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4651765378317179827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=4651765378317179827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/4651765378317179827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/4651765378317179827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/05/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S-FVYowPG4I/AAAAAAAABHg/rWnMoupkw7Q/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-7506808760270711436</id><published>2010-05-02T22:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:34:06.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is coming.  We're ready.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've had a string of warm days, and couldn't hold the kids back from swimming any longer. Mimi (my sister) was home with her family, and we were thrilled to see Fin again. All three of us sisters took our boys (the girls had school) to the Gray Animal Farm. Everyone had a blast. Max wanted to "see more animals" as quickly as he could. It was windy, but the place was empty, so it was worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466864727261129250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S940gTeDKiI/AAAAAAAABHM/JmnfMz2Ffkc/s400/summer+starts+%2710+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mason has a really hard time with balance, so kayaking with him was tricky, but SO worth it. He loved it. He kept on saying, "here I come" and "it rocks." He waved and yelled hi to everyone we saw. It was a riot and I can't wait to go with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466861462508889874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S94xiRUdZxI/AAAAAAAABHE/Lu5ML2NAJbs/s400/summer+starts+%2710+027.JPG" /&gt; Myles was thrilled to be wearing his Spiderman lifejacket again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466861455284675954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S94xh2aEpXI/AAAAAAAABG8/U2WyXmlAqPc/s400/summer+starts+%2710+035.JPG" /&gt;Mason's first turtle. He was less than thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466861451966839058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S94xhqDCeRI/AAAAAAAABG0/l2weYcsnCNo/s400/summer+starts+%2710+026.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Max loves to catch anything he can. He was my helper catching above turtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466860679412709058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S94w0sDx9sI/AAAAAAAABGs/WrnkG57_mPQ/s400/summer+starts+%2710+022.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; The cold water didn't bother Maddie a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466860668685908370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S94w0EGT-ZI/AAAAAAAABGk/Q0MxuWZVUS0/s400/summer+starts+%2710+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max thought this was comfy. Mason let him know that it was NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466860665659135618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S94wz40rFoI/AAAAAAAABGc/Tog7pcYcNWw/s400/summer+starts+%2710+008.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mason's new hat. We're a bit late in getting him one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466896147423821250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S95RFMsl_cI/AAAAAAAABHU/VHNYl7CXGrk/s400/all+4+kids+spring+%2710+016.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to post a video demonstrating Mason's obsession - serious obsession - with driving, trucks, and tractors, but apparently that's not going to happen. Trust me, the obsession is real :)&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/9220380867569462176-7506808760270711436?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7506808760270711436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=7506808760270711436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7506808760270711436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7506808760270711436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-is-coming-were-ready.html' title='Summer is coming.  We&apos;re ready.'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S940gTeDKiI/AAAAAAAABHM/JmnfMz2Ffkc/s72-c/summer+starts+%2710+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3391733192524348818</id><published>2010-04-22T15:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:54:32.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some pictures of Madeline's Missoula Theater Play (great program, check them out &lt;a href="http://www.mctinc.org/"&gt;http://www.mctinc.org&lt;/a&gt; )  and her baskeball games.  We keep pretty busy in the winter months here :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S9Ckhix2ztI/AAAAAAAABGU/d5pc98yV7w0/s1600/missoula+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463047244178968274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S9Ckhix2ztI/AAAAAAAABGU/d5pc98yV7w0/s400/missoula+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie as a Rat in Pied Piper.  Lovely flowers (and Peacock feather) from our neighbor and dear friend, Peggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S9CkhS0p3cI/AAAAAAAABGM/qZOdS3J0Aww/s1600/missoula+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463047239895735746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S9CkhS0p3cI/AAAAAAAABGM/qZOdS3J0Aww/s400/missoula+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being fresh on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S9CkgqJDoBI/AAAAAAAABGE/SGrrnIXXwwg/s1600/missoula+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463047228975456274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S9CkgqJDoBI/AAAAAAAABGE/SGrrnIXXwwg/s400/missoula+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After make-up was applied - it was smudges 2 seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S9CkgObco-I/AAAAAAAABF8/0yc5_WUYIWQ/s1600/easter+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463047221536400354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S9CkgObco-I/AAAAAAAABF8/0yc5_WUYIWQ/s400/easter+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie, mid-fall.  My graceful gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S9Ckf-UnpQI/AAAAAAAABF0/3zLBl06_TcY/s1600/easter+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463047217212794114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S9Ckf-UnpQI/AAAAAAAABF0/3zLBl06_TcY/s400/easter+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing some defense with Auri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't get to go to many of her games because they were all on Saturday.  She waited until the last game I could attend to score TWO baskets!!  Made her Momma proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-19fb4d6ccc1cfd55" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19fb4d6ccc1cfd55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329920494%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77FE59F9A9FC174FF9D81C869A23F3AA632B259E.358F4F12768A2E5EA510994B703F0A4BB762F5D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19fb4d6ccc1cfd55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA3GXdSbmN0bWw1iKPy7hfMVW87U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3391733192524348818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3391733192524348818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3391733192524348818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3391733192524348818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/04/activities.html' title='Activities'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S9Ckhix2ztI/AAAAAAAABGU/d5pc98yV7w0/s72-c/missoula+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3763719672886965628</id><published>2010-04-21T17:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:36:12.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding in Cars with Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c21ce3e49a61de45" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc21ce3e49a61de45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329920494%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71540DF9B42B28EE73109A3FA7D770B5E51DE240.3CAF7E505126D723D486370F20136CC1F7D51DF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc21ce3e49a61de45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxygtLpHQnpe1P5rWVqidUqCTDpk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what we listened to all the way to Brunswick on Easter.   It's cute . . . for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-3763719672886965628?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3763719672886965628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3763719672886965628' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3763719672886965628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3763719672886965628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/04/riding-in-cars-with-max.html' title='Riding in Cars with Max'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3976000842192788308</id><published>2010-04-15T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:05:09.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are the Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S8fR_zWMWII/AAAAAAAABFs/DqCLkIViszs/s1600/Myles+Max+Kissing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460563967255271554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S8fR_zWMWII/AAAAAAAABFs/DqCLkIViszs/s400/Myles+Max+Kissing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S8fRU_ri3yI/AAAAAAAABFk/X3od7ILEw90/s1600/Mason+Maddie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460563231831678754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S8fRU_ri3yI/AAAAAAAABFk/X3od7ILEw90/s400/Mason+Maddie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We Are The Truth - A Campaign and Call to ActionThe Joint Council on International Children's ServicesApril 12, 2010The outrageous treatment of Artyem by his adoptive family has rightfully resulted in outrage by the Governments of Russia and the United States and all who care about children. The tragedy has cast a light on intercountry adoption that says it is not safe, the system failed and adopted children cause insurmountable problems. The heartbreak of Artyem Saviliev’s abandonment has once again elevated a singular incident to a level which may result in the suspension of intercountry adoption. Suspending adoption, even temporarily, will only cause thousands of children to suffer the debilitating effects of life in an orphanage. You, the community of adoptees, adoptive parents, adoptive grandparents, child welfare professionals and child advocates know that the outrageous and indefensible actions of one parent are not indicative of how children are treated by adoptive families. You know that families who encounter difficulties do not simply abandon their child. You know that help is available, that solutions are found and that families can thrive. And you know that suspending adoption does not protect children but only subjects them to the depravity of an institution…and an entire life without a family.You, the adoption community know the truth. You live the truth. You are the truth. Join our campaign to bring the truth to light and help children in need find a permanent and safe family."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The minute I saw this story in the news, my thoughts were, "great, another excuse."  I cannot count the number of times people have said to me, "We'd love to adopt but . . . "  and this story would be another something for them to point to.  What this woman did to Artyem is horrific and unimaginable.  Unfortunately these are the stories that make the news and damage the entire adoption community.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our story didn't make the news.  We think that it is equally amazing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan and I discussed adoption even before we were married.  We knew that it would be part of our lives.  After Myles turned 1, we decided it was time to make our move.  Many families have profound experiences or backgrounds that lead them to adopt from a certain area or at a certain time.  Neither of us had that.  We spoke to a local agency that I did my field placement with in college.  They helped us to decide that international adoption would be a good fit for us, and recommended Dillon, International.  We jumped on board with relatively little research, but spoke to several families that used Dillon and were convinced that this is where we belonged.  We were open to boys or girls, and because of that, we recieved Max Rup's referral the day after we got our I-171H (necessary before you can accept a referral).  The call actually came to my parents' house, but I was there to take it!  I couldn't believe how absolutely gorgeous he was, and how absolutely in love with him I fell immediately.  8 months later, we finally met Max Rup, and my blog post was entitled "Meant to Be."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things changed pretty quickly with our second process. On Wednesday we were told that the little girl we had been pursuing was no longer available. We were disappointed, but knew that God had other plans for us. Well, we didn't think those plans would reveal themselves so quickly. . .Friday our social worker from when we adopted Max Rup posted an email to our forum about a little boy that she really wanted to find a home for. We poured over his information all weekend. He's almost 8 months younger than Max Rup, and this guy's grin can light up a room! We met with our Doc on Monday, and despite some unknowns we called Tami (our social worker again - yay!) and told her we were in.  Tami spoke to the amazing woman who runs ISRC (the childrens home in Kolkata). Anju was so happy that Probal is being adopted by Max Rup's family. Anju told Tami that it was "God's Blessing." We completely agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our truth about adoption is simply this:  Adoption completed our family.  Our children are amazing.  We wouldn't change one minute of the experience.&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/9220380867569462176-3976000842192788308?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3976000842192788308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3976000842192788308' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3976000842192788308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3976000842192788308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-are-truth.html' title='We Are the Truth'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S8fR_zWMWII/AAAAAAAABFs/DqCLkIViszs/s72-c/Myles+Max+Kissing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-7583525610442713825</id><published>2010-04-02T10:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T11:16:26.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>Wednesday we had out transitional meeting for Mason.  Before we get to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nitty&lt;/span&gt; gritty, a cute story:  There were some dollhouse dolls laying on the table, one with white hair and a mustache.  Mason kept on picking it up and saying, "Papa Jim, Papa Jim."  If someone else would pick it up, he'd say, "I want Papa Jim."  Very cute.  He loves his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mason turns three (July), he will age out of Early Intervention and switch to the Special Education track.  The focus will switch from his functioning within our family, to his functioning in an educational setting.  Bottom line - they want him to go to preschool.  He would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; Occupational and Speech Therapy in that setting &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; he qualifies.  He will have evaluations done to see if he does qualify.  Apparently Physical Therapy is considered a medical need, and not an educational need, so he will no longer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; PT through their program.  We are seeing our private guy now, so that didn't matter except that I LOVE the woman who comes to our home.  Not because the services are fabulous, but because she has been very supportive and she clearly loves my son and wants what is best for him.  I am sad that we will lose her in June. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make much sense to me that PT is not seen as an educational need since most of Mason's barriers to his education will be in terms of mobility (we think). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said all along that we would not put Mason in a preschool at this point.  He will not have been home a year, and it would be one more setting, several more caretakers, etc.  I'm not balking because of the quality of the placement they are suggesting, I'm balking at sending him anywhere other than home.  Now I'm second guessing myself.  Maybe he should go to a preschool in order to get ready for school.  It wouldn't be that long that he'd be away, and they could really focus on how he works in that type of educational environment, and then we'd be more prepared for the next year and Mason possibly going to the K-4 program in the public school.  We were hoping to hold him back and start him in this program at age 5, but apparently in our school system, this is not an option.  They would instead adapt his Kindergarten program.  It's not the same for me, and I was quite disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we choose to keep him at home, we do have options of private services, we would just have to pay whatever our insurance doesn't cover.  We are applying for an insurance for him that would cover that gap, but we've heard horror stories about qualifying, especially since he isn't a U.S. citizen yet.   Our agency told us that the problem with private providers is that they may not communicate with the public school when the time comes to develop an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt;.  However, I'm pretty sure we can invite whoever we want to those meetings.  If we end up choosing to go with private providers, we will ask if they are willing to do this with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, we have agreed to let this agency do the evaluations to determine what they feel he needs.  We have agreed to tour the facility they are recommending.  We've also heard good things about this place from several friends.  I've told Dan that it is his job to think rationally and make sure that whatever decision we make, we are making it for Mason, and not for Mommy who would like all of her babies to stay home forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting actually went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  The folks were very nice, and explained everything to us, answered all of our questions since this is really our first go around.  I think we have until June 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to develop the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IEP&lt;/span&gt; if we choose to, so we have a little time to think.  I'm going to try to talk to the local school's Special Education director.  Any thoughts, feedback, suggestions are more than welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise some nice spring pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-7583525610442713825?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7583525610442713825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=7583525610442713825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7583525610442713825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7583525610442713825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/04/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-2393740320747583861</id><published>2010-03-14T08:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T09:00:31.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zdFKgb9WI/AAAAAAAABFc/bwQo8Ci7rIQ/s1600-h/186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448472730000946530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zdFKgb9WI/AAAAAAAABFc/bwQo8Ci7rIQ/s400/186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie loves her Mason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zdEkKfNjI/AAAAAAAABFU/_W7aXREWTTM/s1600-h/182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448472719708337714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zdEkKfNjI/AAAAAAAABFU/_W7aXREWTTM/s400/182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brett and Max Rup - sporting the Mohawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zdEf1hoxI/AAAAAAAABFM/N-0yY-zFklU/s1600-h/171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448472718546674450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zdEf1hoxI/AAAAAAAABFM/N-0yY-zFklU/s400/171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason's Baptism.  Apparently Derek didn't realize the lens was all smudged.  No good pics :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zdDwzWF8I/AAAAAAAABFE/YrGUkpiSdyQ/s1600-h/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448472705921062850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zdDwzWF8I/AAAAAAAABFE/YrGUkpiSdyQ/s400/160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie's favorite outfit.  Thank you, Cady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zdDc3T2FI/AAAAAAAABE8/aAHF1-uAcic/s1600-h/190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448472700568983634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zdDc3T2FI/AAAAAAAABE8/aAHF1-uAcic/s400/190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spring Sledding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zWIc7krTI/AAAAAAAABE0/Y1nIgOlF8Ag/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448465089904815410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zWIc7krTI/AAAAAAAABE0/Y1nIgOlF8Ag/s400/087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Copper and Petri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zWH0es64I/AAAAAAAABEs/d25scFUhQDI/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448465079046302594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zWH0es64I/AAAAAAAABEs/d25scFUhQDI/s400/084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myles, ready for a Nerf War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zWHdE_sLI/AAAAAAAABEk/iFpDXJ9qAEk/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448465072764465330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zWHdE_sLI/AAAAAAAABEk/iFpDXJ9qAEk/s400/083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max, ready to defend himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zWHOCoYYI/AAAAAAAABEc/qWBNlpAVDWQ/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448465068728017282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zWHOCoYYI/AAAAAAAABEc/qWBNlpAVDWQ/s400/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids adore Papa Winnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zWGjipHKI/AAAAAAAABEU/na8n9e0GuDc/s1600-h/194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448465057319558306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zWGjipHKI/AAAAAAAABEU/na8n9e0GuDc/s400/194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Copper and his Boys. I love this dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse this hodge podge of pics. After finally getting my camera back, I wanted to post some from Christmas, and random ones of home. We've had a run of stomach issues around here, but I think we're all on the mend now. We're very excited to find out that Mason will be seeing a private PT / Orthotist. We love the woman that comes to the house, but just don't feel like he's getting all he could benefit from. We are also very happy to say that my nephew underwent a significant heart surgery at the ripe old age of 15 weeks. He is recovery very well, and the whole family is breathing a sigh of relief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-2393740320747583861?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2393740320747583861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=2393740320747583861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/2393740320747583861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/2393740320747583861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-pictures.html' title='Some Pictures'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S5zdFKgb9WI/AAAAAAAABFc/bwQo8Ci7rIQ/s72-c/186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3289363916941517384</id><published>2010-03-06T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:22:58.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mason has been sick lately, for the first time really since we brought him home.  He's had a nasty cough, high fever, vomitting, you name it.  We've had lots of time to cuddle, and it has brought up a lot of feelings for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so emotional about Mason.  Not in a bad way, but in an overwhelmingly thankful way.  I keep on thinking about all of the things that had to happen for us to be connected with Mason.  We were trying so hard to make something else happen.  We had looked at Mason's file before, and nothing "struck" us about him.  Also, there were so many people "warning" us about how difficult it would be, how much work, how things would change, that we should think about our other children.  There weren't a whole lot of folks saying, "wow that would be great."  I'm not upset about this, I just think about all of the chances we had to say no, to move on and just wait for a referral from MAPS.  I am so thankful that we listened to God instead.  That we knew he was our son.  I spoke to a friend who has also adopted waiting children and she told me that the hard part was saying yes, and then everything is easy because he's your son.  She was absolutely right.  We were immediately at peace with our decision once we said yes.  I cannot imagine him not having a family.  I cannot imagine our family not having HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was sick I also thought about the two and a half years he spent away from us.  I have said before that I know he was well taken care of, that we are so impressed with ISRC and the Ayahs that care for these children.  But I also know that there are a lot of children needing care.  I couldn't stop thinking about whether or not he was held when he didn't feel good.  Who rocked him?  Who rubbed his back and kissed his forehead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not a serious illness, just a typical virus that kids get this time of year, but it took a lot out of Mason, and we've definitely noticed some regression.  I think he'll bounce back from it quickly, but it remided us that he hasn't been home very long (although we can't remember what it was like without him), and he's still very sensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we are glad that spring is on its way.  We can't wait to get outside more, to start the gatherings at camp.  My parents will have 8 granchildren by this summer, and I cannot wait to see them all together at the lake.  It won't be long now.  I'll post some new pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-3289363916941517384?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3289363916941517384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3289363916941517384' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3289363916941517384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3289363916941517384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/03/mason-has-been-sick-lately-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3557064664341796072</id><published>2010-02-23T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:36:41.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Cool Shirts!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S4SClZKrj6I/AAAAAAAABEM/UPdLRNpkx5o/s1600-h/Love+India+T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441617828692856738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S4SClZKrj6I/AAAAAAAABEM/UPdLRNpkx5o/s400/Love+India+T.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my "blogging buddies" is trying to bring her daughter, Abby home from India. One of their fundraisers is this wonderful t-shirt! I absolutely love them, and think they are a must for all of us India Moms!! Here's a link to her blog where she makes it super-easy to order!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://needhamfamily5.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://needhamfamily5.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-3557064664341796072?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3557064664341796072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3557064664341796072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3557064664341796072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3557064664341796072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/02/wicked-cool-shirts.html' title='Wicked Cool Shirts!!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S4SClZKrj6I/AAAAAAAABEM/UPdLRNpkx5o/s72-c/Love+India+T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-7656291638994417143</id><published>2010-02-16T15:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:27:17.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skiing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3sAcRCaY3I/AAAAAAAABD8/LpTvjZzcfYw/s1600-h/skiing+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438941460589863794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3sAcRCaY3I/AAAAAAAABD8/LpTvjZzcfYw/s400/skiing+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Myles is ready to ski!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3r7kr-4fYI/AAAAAAAABD0/HLcDrCq34jQ/s1600-h/skiing+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438936107703631234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3r7kr-4fYI/AAAAAAAABD0/HLcDrCq34jQ/s400/skiing+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Max getting ready for his first time down the hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3r6zCaKSoI/AAAAAAAABDk/wYcEhCKbfjU/s1600-h/skiing+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438935254730164866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3r6zCaKSoI/AAAAAAAABDk/wYcEhCKbfjU/s400/skiing+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason goes down with Daddy.  He's ready to ski too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Winter in Maine means skiing for a lot of people.  We live in a very tiny community, but one of the major benefits is this ski slope.  Spruce is a tiny little slope with tow ropes instead of chairlifts.  My grandfather was just telling me how he helped to build the tow ropes and was the first to start up the one on the biggest slope (orchard), when my Uncle was in high school.  Apparently my uncle broke is finger pretty badly the first run down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Skiing is a very expensive sport, and there's no way we could enjoy it as a family if it weren't for Spruce.  The bigger mountains are just too expensive, even for one day passes.  My whole family grew up on Spruce and it is wonderful to be able to share that with my own children now.  I am very grateful that Dan has the teaching gene, because I don't have the patience to teach the kiddos.  He is wonderful with them, and it is so fun to hear them all beg to go with Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was gorgeous  -  a perfect day for all of us to go up.  Myles is now able to go up and down on his own, so Dan thought it was a good time to start Max.  He actually went out for groceries yesterday and came back with skis for Max!  Spruce is the type of community place where Mason and I are able to watch the kids, hang out in the lodge, and catch up with lots of friends.  Just a wonderful place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year we almost didn't have this wonderful resource.  One of the local &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paper mills&lt;/span&gt; shut down which provided the power to run the tow ropes.  Fortunately, at the last minute, a deal was made which allowed the mountain to stay open.  This Sunday, Spruce filmed a spot to be sent in to Extreme Makeover:  Home Edition.  We are all keeping our fingers crossed that we are chosen!  It would be such a huge loss to the youth, and the community in general, if this place isn't able to stay open in the coming years!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take a look at all the fun the kids have!&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;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-52c683effb86ba0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=7656291638994417143' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7656291638994417143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7656291638994417143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/02/skiing.html' title='Skiing!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3sAcRCaY3I/AAAAAAAABD8/LpTvjZzcfYw/s72-c/skiing+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-8642120402193460338</id><published>2010-02-11T09:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:15:13.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3QT1xRGthI/AAAAAAAABDc/STrpoBbs7jw/s1600-h/258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436992464622106130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3QT1xRGthI/AAAAAAAABDc/STrpoBbs7jw/s400/258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3QT1WqkK7I/AAAAAAAABDU/Idhwzn5EjJY/s1600-h/272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436992457481137074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3QT1WqkK7I/AAAAAAAABDU/Idhwzn5EjJY/s400/272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3QSsSdJ3dI/AAAAAAAABDM/REk2UfyF0kc/s1600-h/269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436991202220694994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3QSsSdJ3dI/AAAAAAAABDM/REk2UfyF0kc/s400/269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again, more time passed than I had intended. We had an eventful week, with my return to work, Mason's first time at daycare, and some appointments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work went fine. Mason did wonderful at Holly's house - he even went down for a nap with no one laying with him! I ended up working more hours than planned, and by the end of the week, Mason was definitely showing signs of not liking it. He was clingy and anxious whenever I left the room. Nothing major, and kind of nice to see that the attachment is definitely there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had his appointment with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;opthamologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who was not terribly concerned about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;strabismus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Neither were we - it has resolved so much from those first few pictures that we had of him. The doc agrees that it will probably continue to resolve on its own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing a lot of thinking about providers and services. Many of you know that the big concern that I have had from the beginning is the amount of advocacy I know we'll have to do to get Mason what he needs. I'm not an assertive person by nature, I don't like to hurt people's feelings or make things hard for people. We have Early Intervention services in the home right now. He is eligible for those until he turns three in July. In April we will have to meet and review his plan to start the transition into the Special Education track. It sounds like at that point they will push for him to be in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;headstart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or some other type of group setting to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; services. I know that this is good for a lot of kids, but it is not where I want Mason right now. At all. And the services we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; now are fine - we adore the lady that comes to our house, but I feel like it isn't enough. It isn't as much as I expected. With his issues I really expected to have PT OT and Speech at least once a week, and what we get is just PT once a week, and then that provider can call on an OT or ST if she feels the need. So I am seeking to get him in to a private physical therapist with wonderful facilities and a great reputation. The problem with this is the co-pay. $25 for each visit. Doesn't sound like much, but if we go once a week, that's $100 per month. Remember that we're raising four kids on a teacher and social worker salary. So, we've made the decision to apply for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mainecare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Mason. Our insurance will cover what they normally cover, and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mainecare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Medicaid for out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;staters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) will pick up the rest. I was initially nervous that this would cut down on our options, but I think it will open more doors for us in the long run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing with providers I still haven't come to a decision on. For a long time we have been considering changing Primary Care Providers. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; with that is that I LOVE the doc, but the office is very hard to navigate, it's difficult to communicate with them, and it takes forever to get anything to happen. For instance - even though the office had flu vaccinations this year, they didn't have openings for people to get the flu shot. Max has breathing issues, and Mason was just getting home with multiple medical concerns, and I couldn't get them vaccines. I was able to get them the same day I called at the office in town where we would change to. I think this is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to happen, it's just a matter of timing. I'm not sure what happens to referrals that have been made (cardiology) if we change providers. So it's just complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are all doing great! Reports cards came out and Myles' teacher described him as a "model student" and Madeline's described her as "a gem." Dan's question was, "whose children are we sending to school?" Maddie is missing both of her front teeth. She looks goofy and so much older for some reason. Myles can now ski completely independently which makes it much more fun for all involved. Max is getting used to his role as big brother, and we have lots of fun now when it's me and the two little boys in the mornings. Mason is just thriving. His language increases every day, and he's such a social, charming little guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have my camera back (thank goodness!) next week, and I really want to get his speech and his physical progress on video because it's pretty remarkable. Until then. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9220380867569462176-8642120402193460338?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8642120402193460338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=8642120402193460338' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8642120402193460338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8642120402193460338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-again-more-time-passed-than-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S3QT1xRGthI/AAAAAAAABDc/STrpoBbs7jw/s72-c/258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-1962351022519454231</id><published>2010-01-25T10:57:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:07:56.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things We've Neglected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somehow in the course of travelling, Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc. we missed a few significant events that I need to document here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The week after we got back, Dan once again served as musical director for the High School's community musical. And, of course, Diva Madeline had to take part. This year it was quite a family event since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Auriana&lt;/span&gt; and Carter (cousins) also participated. It was wonderful to see them all on stage together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430732903942084770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S13WzYl-WKI/AAAAAAAABCk/RkwWMWYnSTU/s400/maddie+play+face.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The 3 of Spades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430732308772638850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S13WQvahUII/AAAAAAAABCc/Rac__YGhVT0/s400/maddie+flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A very pretty Flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430731786221474930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S13VyUwnVHI/AAAAAAAABCU/DQeANzjco_w/s400/maddie+carter+auri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Madeline, Carter, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Auriana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right after Christmas, Madeline, Mason and I went with my Mom down to Virginia to finally meet my new nephew. He was born as we were boarding our flight home from New Delhi! Both of the kids did extremely well with the long ride down and back. Mason did not like the idea of Mom holding another little person, so I had to wait until he was asleep or really intent on another activity to get my snuggle time in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430736312421809986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S13Z5yK3f0I/AAAAAAAABC0/P5FknvPtHLY/s400/maddie+fin+mimi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maddie, Fin, Mimi (Jaime)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430737325449642626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S13a0v_hgoI/AAAAAAAABDE/BTjDYQZIcto/s400/mason+mimi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mason and Mimi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430736920457336562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S13adLR1VvI/AAAAAAAABC8/XeIM84-psow/s400/maddie+reading+fin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maddie reading to Fin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430735132924601954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S13Y1IM0ZmI/AAAAAAAABCs/y1smveg_V8M/s400/maddie+fin.jpg" /&gt;                                                                                               Maddie and Fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we got caught up in a storm and stopped in a motel in MA. Mason had been asleep and we had to wake him up to take him in. His reaction was so very sad. He screamed at the top of his lungs. He grabbed onto me so tightly and would not let go for anything. It took him a long time to settle down, and I literally could not have pried him off of me. It is the only time I've seen him react like that, and although I'm glad he's attached to me, it makes me sad that he was so terrified that I might leave. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm going to try to be better at updating here.  I just finished formatting the first year of this blog to have it bound into a book for us.  I'm horrible about keeping up photo albums, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; has never happened at my house, so this is really our way of keeping our family history.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-1962351022519454231?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1962351022519454231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=1962351022519454231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1962351022519454231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1962351022519454231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-things-weve-neglected.html' title='Some Things We&apos;ve Neglected'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S13WzYl-WKI/AAAAAAAABCk/RkwWMWYnSTU/s72-c/maddie+play+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3511725168952874505</id><published>2010-01-13T16:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:44:43.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S08fK8No-RI/AAAAAAAABBs/1vQwMCEYn7E/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426590348827228434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S08fK8No-RI/AAAAAAAABBs/1vQwMCEYn7E/s400/Christmas+Pictures+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm horrible and haven't posted in forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas together. It was nice to not feel like we were waiting for someone, or someone was missing. We definitely feel like a complete family. Mason did great with all of the chaos of the holiday season, and we're glad the whole family has met him now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week after Christmas, my Mom, Mason, Madeline and I went down to VA to visit my sister and her new son. I just couldn't wait any longer to meet Fin. It's about a 14 hour drive each way, and I could not have asked for 2 more well behaved kids throughout the whole trip! A very pleasant surprise. Fin is just a doll, and I think Jaime was impressed with how well Mason was doing. Of course, I left my camera in VA, and it's driving me nuts not to have it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I feel like my life revolves around appointments for Mason. This will die down a bit soon, but we're still trying to make sure we know all we can about him, to make sure we're doing all we can for him. We've seen a neurologist, who answered so many of our questions and really clarified what we are dealing with and why.  He was lovely and really took the time to listen to us and answer every question we had.  We  had him evaluated by the local Early Intervention program, and have referrals out there for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;opthamology&lt;/span&gt; and cardiology. He is also seeing a chiropractor. This is something our family is relatively new to. I went to a presentation by the local office, and one of the things they talked about was how it was helpful to children with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;. I enrolled myself to kind of scope him out and see if it was something I trusted for my child. We've had really great results. I see such a difference in Mason, especially in the way he uses his right side more. And he loves going. We are not using it in lieu of other medical interventions, but to augment the other things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mason is becoming quite the social little guy. He loves to "go, go, go" and yells "hey" at anyone passing by so he can flash them his fabulous smile. And Max is really warming up to him now. He reminds me all the time, "I can be a good big brother," to which I whole-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heartedly&lt;/span&gt; agree. We're all very happy with the new family dynamic, and cannot imagine it any other way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The video was taken before we went to India, and it's just about the cutest thing ever. I never know where my pics and videos will end up now. I used to be able to move them to wherever I wanted, but I can't do that anymore. Not sure why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-67258eecf38c378f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67258eecf38c378f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329920494%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6038F6206B0F78736467A682B9F7DE2338E15352.2735249292D5C01C20D5089935660545214675A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67258eecf38c378f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtQ0xRCHjvRE_xP5Jz90WOExpn6E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67258eecf38c378f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329920494%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6038F6206B0F78736467A682B9F7DE2338E15352.2735249292D5C01C20D5089935660545214675A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67258eecf38c378f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtQ0xRCHjvRE_xP5Jz90WOExpn6E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-3511725168952874505?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3511725168952874505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3511725168952874505' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3511725168952874505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3511725168952874505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-horrible-and-havent-posted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/S08fK8No-RI/AAAAAAAABBs/1vQwMCEYn7E/s72-c/Christmas+Pictures+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5378497229625772070</id><published>2009-12-17T13:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:32:48.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Syp5IbXassI/AAAAAAAABBk/9KBXccoFm-g/s1600-h/Nov+dec+%2709+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416274687558333122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Syp5IbXassI/AAAAAAAABBk/9KBXccoFm-g/s400/Nov+dec+%2709+131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Syp4ulR6lzI/AAAAAAAABBc/FmW0-KpI_As/s1600-h/Nov+dec+%2709+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416274243543013170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Syp4ulR6lzI/AAAAAAAABBc/FmW0-KpI_As/s400/Nov+dec+%2709+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Syp4L6ZYZMI/AAAAAAAABBU/IUiEqKGDP98/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416273647916049602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Syp4L6ZYZMI/AAAAAAAABBU/IUiEqKGDP98/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been neglecting the blog. It's busy around here, and I don't particularly feel like it's anything exciting to share. So the mundane update. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mason is doing great. He's making progress daily, and has really come out of his shell socially. He's getting more language, which is so fun to witness. We were in love with him from the start, but now I look at him, and just can't imagine my life without him. I'm so thankful that we took that leap of faith and said yes to him. There's no doubt in my mind that he was meant to be a part of our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max Rup, on the other hand, disagrees at the moment. He told me today, "I'm not going to be Mason's brother anymore. I'd rather be a meanie." Ah, jealousy. It's nothing out of the ordinary, nothing we didn't expect, but it is draining. He whines A LOT. I was talking to another mom who's little girl is his age, and who just brought another child home. It seems this is a lovely issue we share. It's nice to know Max isn't alone, and neither am I :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only ill effect I'm really suffering from is a sore back. Max likes to be carried around, and Mason has to be. Sometimes I try to play hardball with Max, but really, when the alternative is half an hour of whining, I just pick 'em both up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madeline and Myles have both been wonderful with this transition. Maddie is her typical "mother hen" self. Always very proud, and wanting to help in any way she can. Myles is generous with sharing, and very gentle with Mason. He likes to talk to him and bring him things. He makes sure Mason feels included. It makes me smile to watch him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holidays to all!&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/9220380867569462176-5378497229625772070?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5378497229625772070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5378497229625772070' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5378497229625772070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5378497229625772070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-neglecting-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Syp5IbXassI/AAAAAAAABBk/9KBXccoFm-g/s72-c/Nov+dec+%2709+131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-2866876556976126185</id><published>2009-12-09T06:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:33:44.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Rup is 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sx-V2MN9shI/AAAAAAAABBM/kbBzK1nqAYk/s1600-h/Nov+dec+%2709+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413210035347894802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sx-V2MN9shI/AAAAAAAABBM/kbBzK1nqAYk/s400/Nov+dec+%2709+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blankie on the head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sx-VhSGU0sI/AAAAAAAABBE/lyGzr5Rj3uQ/s1600-h/Nov+dec+%2709+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413209676149215938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sx-VhSGU0sI/AAAAAAAABBE/lyGzr5Rj3uQ/s400/Nov+dec+%2709+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of help opening presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sx-VKS31ofI/AAAAAAAABA8/dzHcgrylng4/s1600-h/Nov+dec+%2709+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413209281219895794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sx-VKS31ofI/AAAAAAAABA8/dzHcgrylng4/s400/Nov+dec+%2709+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frosting on the nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sx-U6P0lQGI/AAAAAAAABA0/737-qyO7ibw/s1600-h/Nov+dec+%2709+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413209005523026018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sx-U6P0lQGI/AAAAAAAABA0/737-qyO7ibw/s400/Nov+dec+%2709+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana and Wendy - starting trouble :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe that on Dec. 1, Max Rup turned 3! The end of November / beginning of December is a very busy time for us with 2 Gotcha Days, Max's birthday, Dan's birthday, Thanksgiving - so much to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years ago on November 27th, we met Max for the first time. We had done our reading, and knew to expect adjustment issues, and anticipated struggles. It was so easy. The minute they put him in my arms, he snuggled down, smiled, and that was it. It was like both of us knew that this is how it was supposed to be. The only issue we had was that he wanted to be held all of the time, which I didn't mind a bit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived home the day before his birthday. When I look at pictures I notice his chubby little baby face, and his curls. The chubby cheeks and curls are all gone now, and he looks like a little boy. He is so sweet, and such a character. He is our smallest, and by far our loudest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max is struggling with the adjustment of having Mason home. He is jealous, and doesn't want to share anything - especially his Nana! Despite the jealousy, he wants very much to be a good big brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things I love about Max Rup at age 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;his "goy goy goy" as he sucks on his fingers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his love for all of his blankies, and how he carries then around on his head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his big, cheesy grin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his immediate need for food in the morning - he wakes us up by saying, "I need some cereal!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching him and Myles play so well together. They are so close, and it just warms my heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his undying devotion to my mother - even though it drives me crazy sometimes :) I love that they are so close.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his absolute NEED to talk on the phone no matter who is calling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching him and Myles chase the chickens, and carry them around like dolls. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please share some of your favorite Max Rup memories in the comments section!!&lt;/p&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/9220380867569462176-2866876556976126185?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2866876556976126185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=2866876556976126185' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/2866876556976126185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/2866876556976126185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/12/max-rup-is-3.html' title='Max Rup is 3!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sx-V2MN9shI/AAAAAAAABBM/kbBzK1nqAYk/s72-c/Nov+dec+%2709+062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-33091321627093567</id><published>2009-11-26T18:39:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:33:56.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8VTEQ2h8I/AAAAAAAABAs/n44tbQZBjEs/s1600/Thanksgiving+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408565094801377218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8VTEQ2h8I/AAAAAAAABAs/n44tbQZBjEs/s400/Thanksgiving+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Auri and Maddie listening to some Broadway tunes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8UyDQigAI/AAAAAAAABAc/_ZSfN9uYNXo/s1600/Thanksgiving+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408564527595945986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8UyDQigAI/AAAAAAAABAc/_ZSfN9uYNXo/s400/Thanksgiving+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa Jim and Mason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8UewXus3I/AAAAAAAABAU/YyL6sN9ioIo/s1600/Thanksgiving+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408564196108317554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8UewXus3I/AAAAAAAABAU/YyL6sN9ioIo/s400/Thanksgiving+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Moo Moo and Mason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8UHKXIZFI/AAAAAAAABAM/XtgOEIs9iHs/s1600/Thanksgiving+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408563790768268370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8UHKXIZFI/AAAAAAAABAM/XtgOEIs9iHs/s400/Thanksgiving+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max, Nana, and Mason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8TxOX_0TI/AAAAAAAABAE/L69hK-tksew/s1600/Thanksgiving+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408563413888520498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8TxOX_0TI/AAAAAAAABAE/L69hK-tksew/s400/Thanksgiving+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myles Styling "Pretty Winnie's" hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8TeF1kl3I/AAAAAAAAA_8/bsvOxJisLtw/s1600/Thanksgiving+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408563085179131762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8TeF1kl3I/AAAAAAAAA_8/bsvOxJisLtw/s400/Thanksgiving+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana and Mason - Mason likes drawing on this board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8SwQLub-I/AAAAAAAAA_0/Jfl-92GWc8g/s1600/Thanksgiving+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408562297682423778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8SwQLub-I/AAAAAAAAA_0/Jfl-92GWc8g/s400/Thanksgiving+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My two boys from ISRC, waking up together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8SUmOha0I/AAAAAAAAA_s/f7DTs49fKX0/s1600/Thanksgiving+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408561822563396418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8SUmOha0I/AAAAAAAAA_s/f7DTs49fKX0/s400/Thanksgiving+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auri and Maddie sporting their new Indian outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8SB3c4fRI/AAAAAAAAA_k/2htZIV-1EXQ/s1600/Thanksgiving+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408561500769516818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8SB3c4fRI/AAAAAAAAA_k/2htZIV-1EXQ/s400/Thanksgiving+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie, Auri, Mason, Carter, Carrie. Carrie was Mason's first visitor at home. She was also one of Max's first visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-33091321627093567?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/33091321627093567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=33091321627093567' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/33091321627093567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/33091321627093567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-pics.html' title='A few pics'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sw8VTEQ2h8I/AAAAAAAABAs/n44tbQZBjEs/s72-c/Thanksgiving+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-4016206522620943620</id><published>2009-11-25T06:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:05:16.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home!</title><content type='html'>We made it home!  We are all in one piece, and the travel portion wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were in line to board our plane in New Delhi, Dan's phone rang with a "multimedia message."  How amazing to open it up and see a picture of my brand new nephew!  He looked so great, and is doing very well.  I am sad that I won't see him for some time since I can't very well leave Mason or cart him off to another destination right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason slept through the flight from New Delhi to Amsterdam.  The 7 hour layover in Amsterdam was not a friend to any of us.  Mason was miserable, and did this really great thing where he yanks your hair, hits you, and screams this ungodly scream while throwing his head back as far as he can.  It garnered lots of stares from others, and made me feel like a horrible mother.  There was just nothing I could do about it.  He did this as we were waiting to board the second plane and I could feel all of the penetrating stares, and hear the thoughts of, "Oh, please let me be sitting as far away from them as possible."  I though it would be the longest 8 hours of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the plane engines started, he was asleep, and I had to wake him up to get off the plane in Boston.  The gentleman in the seat in front of me turned around and said, "I can't believe he didn't wake up once.  I really thought you were in for a long flight."  Phew, so did I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to land in Boston and have people really cater to us.  We were moved to the front of the immigration line, and waited less than 5 minutes for them to process his visa paperwork.  People were friendly, curious, and accomodating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked out of the international terminal, I saw the most beautiful sight - my babies!  Max Rup came running up and I was anticipating a big hug, and a request to be held.  Instead he yelled, "Mason!" and hug his new little brother.  So sweet.  Aunt Dawn brought the kids, and Dan's brother brought his family from Providence to greet us!  They also came when we brought Max Rup home, and it was so nice to see their faces again.  Their kids and ours play so well together - and they certainly raised heck at the airport :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason did pretty well on the 3 hour ride home.  He cried a bit, and isn't very fond of his carseat, but for the most part, he slept and was quiet.  Max Rup had a rougher time.  He just wanted me to hold him, and it was so hard not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home it was very late, but the kids were pretty wired.  Mason thought the kids were absolutely hilarious, and it was great to watch them interact and bond a bit.  Myles couldn't wait to show Mason the cat, and Mason loved the cat, although we clearly need to work on the meaning of gentle.  Mason is &lt;em&gt;terrified&lt;/em&gt; of our dog, which will be difficult for a while since Copper is a huge part of our family.  We'll work on it slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three weary travellers cleaned up and everyone crashed for the night.  Hopefully we can quickly get back on Eastern Standard Time.  I felt like I never adjusted to the time change, so I shouldn't have too much of a problem.  We'll see how Daddy and Mason do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll have some visitors today, and Grammie and Grampy are coming over for a low-key Thanksgiving tomorrow.  We'll make sure to get lots of pics of the kids together, and post some soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are praying that our friends Shad and Maggie were able to resolve their issues in India, and bring their little girl home in time for Thanksgiving with their boys!  As annoying as our problems were over their, we didn't have any issues with the paperwork to get Mason home.  It certainly put things in perspective for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-4016206522620943620?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4016206522620943620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=4016206522620943620' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/4016206522620943620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/4016206522620943620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3300808124266751770</id><published>2009-11-22T04:03:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T04:27:27.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Probable last post from India</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkCTSzJ6UI/AAAAAAAAA_c/4RjJS5dUU8Y/s1600/red+fort+and+hotel+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406855358122158402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkCTSzJ6UI/AAAAAAAAA_c/4RjJS5dUU8Y/s400/red+fort+and+hotel+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He got into this position from laying down all by himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkB-sZSU0I/AAAAAAAAA_U/TUgLl0UYATQ/s1600/red+fort+and+hotel+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406855004215726914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkB-sZSU0I/AAAAAAAAA_U/TUgLl0UYATQ/s400/red+fort+and+hotel+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, my happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkBkrw2ZsI/AAAAAAAAA_M/sK0rIkjXL68/s1600/red+fort+and+hotel+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406854557369525954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkBkrw2ZsI/AAAAAAAAA_M/sK0rIkjXL68/s400/red+fort+and+hotel+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy saved us when our hotel car didn't return, and we didn't have our hotel address.  I wish we could have had him with us our whole trip, he was soooo sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkBMb1DVfI/AAAAAAAAA_E/xFqCn2AAnLY/s1600/red+fort+and+hotel+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406854140775323122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkBMb1DVfI/AAAAAAAAA_E/xFqCn2AAnLY/s400/red+fort+and+hotel+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Maddie, who I know I've disappointed with my lack of animal pictures :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkA6bMUwDI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1_2ZIPTIvhk/s1600/red+fort+and+hotel+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406853831366852658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkA6bMUwDI/AAAAAAAAA-8/1_2ZIPTIvhk/s400/red+fort+and+hotel+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute, isn't he, Maddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkAhEFHQxI/AAAAAAAAA-0/8sKDioFsnrM/s1600/red+fort+and+hotel+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406853395665863442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkAhEFHQxI/AAAAAAAAA-0/8sKDioFsnrM/s400/red+fort+and+hotel+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkANXCMeKI/AAAAAAAAA-s/WWWMUJoP6SQ/s1600/red+fort+and+hotel+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406853057156511906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkANXCMeKI/AAAAAAAAA-s/WWWMUJoP6SQ/s400/red+fort+and+hotel+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkAArItGbI/AAAAAAAAA-k/2hi_I-r7S2Q/s1600/red+fort+and+hotel+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406852839214225842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwkAArItGbI/AAAAAAAAA-k/2hi_I-r7S2Q/s400/red+fort+and+hotel+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we attempted to go out yesterday. We made a brief trip to the Red Fort in Old Delhi. It was nice to get out of the hotel room, but again turned into a rough day. Here are some pics none the less, and a couple cute pics of Mason in the room. As bad as everything else has been, he has been wonderful. We'll be in Boston at 4:10pm on Tuesday and just want to go straight home. 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Our embassy appointment was at 10am, so we had arranged for a hotel car at 9am.  For those that know me well, you know how I HATE to be late.  At 9 we headed downstairs, and there was no car.  At ten past we mentioned it to the concierge who told us that we should have gotten our driver's number.  Dan said, "you didn't give me his number, you said you'd have a car waiting at 9!"  He did not remember that he was supposed to make the arrangements, but assured us there was "no problem."  It's a line we hear often over here, and offers no comfort to me.  At 9:35 we were still waiting!  Finally our car pulls up, but has to stop for directions to the embassy.  It was after 10 when we drove up and then we had to wait in line to turn Dan's cell phone in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked into the embassy, we saw familiar faces of two other families, one of which we spent time with in Kolkata, and one whose blog I have followed, and we have been emailing.  It was so comforting to see those familiar faces, and get to chat with them while we waited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe I'm going to say this, but the embassy was a breeze!  The staff was delightful and easy to deal with.  Downright friendly!  They asked for only his visa pictures, the fee, legals, and NOC.  They told us we could come back later, or wait in the American Citizen's lounge and it would be about an hour!  From start to finish we were there less than 2 hours, and we were comfortable and happy the whole time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very relieved to have ALL of our paperwork taken care of.  Dan immediately felt better with that behind us.  We were hoping to get to Agra today (Saturday), but yesterday I felt worse than I had felt the whole trip, so we just didn't dare.  Of course, this morning I feel much better, and I'm kicking myself for not taking the chance!  We are going to try to see some of Old Delhi, which we missed last time because of a Sikh festival that was going on.  It will be wonderful to get out of this hotel room, and then perhaps I'll have a few pics to post.  What a boring blog it's been this trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still cannot wait to get home to our babies.  I miss them terribly, and cannot wait to see Mason Probal interact with them.  He's been a trooper, but has to be bored in this room with only two adults!  As he gets used to us, he is eating better, becoming more demanding, and sitting up a little better.  I'm sure we'll see very fast progress once we get home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-1214003482057280192?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1214003482057280192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=1214003482057280192' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1214003482057280192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1214003482057280192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/embassy-day.html' title='Embassy Day!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6315828226293081217</id><published>2009-11-19T15:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:58:48.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Embassy Medical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwXM25Ekl_I/AAAAAAAAA-c/DjZjdn_k9xw/s1600/Kolkata+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405952171133147122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwXM25Ekl_I/AAAAAAAAA-c/DjZjdn_k9xw/s400/Kolkata+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heading into our room at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenilworth&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; - we LOVED this place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwXMgpVhYHI/AAAAAAAAA-U/tXU94jULBTE/s1600/Kolkata+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405951788952150130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwXMgpVhYHI/AAAAAAAAA-U/tXU94jULBTE/s400/Kolkata+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clothing shop in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kolkata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwXMUTHiO9I/AAAAAAAAA-M/RXND5mDEOpg/s1600/Kolkata+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405951576829475794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwXMUTHiO9I/AAAAAAAAA-M/RXND5mDEOpg/s400/Kolkata+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happily riding with Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwXMCD3sv6I/AAAAAAAAA-E/-_0DCcToK6k/s1600/Probal+Day+2+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405951263498878882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwXMCD3sv6I/AAAAAAAAA-E/-_0DCcToK6k/s400/Probal+Day+2+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, this is pretty much what we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up this morning to head to the embassy medical appointment. We are not happy with our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodations&lt;/span&gt; here at all. The room is tiny, food is awful, and the staff is abrupt, and not very responsive, though they are not shy about telling you exactly what you "need" to tip them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our driver was very nice, and knew right where the doctor lived. We got there at about 9:30am. They went through Mason's paperwork and told us that he would need 4 immunizations. I knew that this was a possibility, and I knew that we could get a waiver before we left, but I guess I just didn't think it would happen, or that he would need that many. Honestly, it was one more piece of paperwork, and I just didn't do it. I certainly regret that now. The cost of the medical was supposed to be 1600 rupees, and we brought a little extra just in case. Well, with the 4 immunizations he needed, we ended up having to pay 8,300 rupees! We didn't even have that much with us, so I stayed and went through the appointment with Mason, while Dan and our driver had to go to a marketplace, and our driver exchanged money for us. He was very nice about it, and guided Dan every step of the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The medical exam was brief, the doctor asked a few questions about his health issues, was a little rude about the fact that he couldn't stand up yet, and was frustrated that I couldn't tell him whether Mason was aware of when he is urinating and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;defecating&lt;/span&gt;. First of all, he hasn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;defecated&lt;/span&gt; yet, and he's 2.5, so we really haven't been watching for huge signs of awareness in the whole 3 days we've known him. We've kind of had bigger fish to fry. Then the immunizations - ugh. The lady giving them was very nice, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; slow! The vials looked very antiquated, and since NONE of Max &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rup's&lt;/span&gt; immunizations from India took, we are not very confident in them. She would give him one, and then wipe wipe wipe the area until the blood completely stopped before moving on to preparing the next one. Of course Mason was SCREAMING the whole time. I was crying - it was the first time I'd heard him really cry. He did that whimpering thing the first night, but has been really happy every since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We waited another hour and a half for the doctor to finish the paperwork we need for the Embassy - this sounds like a long time, but he could have asked us to come back later today or tomorrow, so we were very happy to just wait there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are both feeling pretty awful. I think the food, time change, stress of all the little mishaps, are finally catching up with us. It's frustrating, because we want to do so much, see things while we're here, experience at least a little of India. We haven't had the chance to do that at all. We're hoping to feel better this weekend and do a bit of sightseeing. We haven't taken a lot of pics to post (sorry) because we've really been holed up in the room for most of the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is also something big going on back home which is unexpected, and I'm having a really hard time being away while it's going on. I've been asked not to share it on here, but it's a big deal, and I'm very upset that I can't be there, know what's going on, etc. It affects who my kids are staying with, and makes me very thankful that we have so many family members that my kids love and trust. We know that they are safe and happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;uplifting&lt;/span&gt; post, but do know that we are safe, Mason seems happy, and we're ready to come home. Just a few more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/9220380867569462176-6315828226293081217?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6315828226293081217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6315828226293081217' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6315828226293081217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6315828226293081217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/embassy-medical.html' title='Embassy Medical'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwXM25Ekl_I/AAAAAAAAA-c/DjZjdn_k9xw/s72-c/Kolkata+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-9137169643011745437</id><published>2009-11-18T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:40:55.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short one</title><content type='html'>Just a quick one today, because I'm exhausted.  We're safe in New Delhi.  Dan has had it with all of the little frustrations we've had along the way.  It's so strange, because I've been pretty relaxed about it - complete role reversal for us.  We're both ready to go home, though.  We went shopping today, picked up some wicked cute children's suits.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - the embassy medical, and then probably nothing.  We're just worn.  Probal is still doing really well.  Handled the flight very well, but didn't like take off and landing.  They had touch screen tv's on the backs of all of the seats.  He figured it out in short order, and thought it was hilarious that he could keep changing the screen.  He also learned how to say light today.  He rocks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-9137169643011745437?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/9137169643011745437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=9137169643011745437' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/9137169643011745437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/9137169643011745437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-one.html' title='Short one'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-1994158247175686285</id><published>2009-11-17T01:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:02:45.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwJH7k4iREI/AAAAAAAAA98/3cuMxYr8wyo/s1600/Probal+Day+2+008.THM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwJHxGl4ALI/AAAAAAAAA90/ngCxSwEJMuc/s1600/Probal+Day+2+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404961411706650802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwJHxGl4ALI/AAAAAAAAA90/ngCxSwEJMuc/s400/Probal+Day+2+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is still going really well. Mason woke up a little confused, but once he got his bearings, he did fine. We joined the other Dillon family for breakfast. It's nice to have someone else here to identify with. I think Mason has some issues with swallowing. He'll take whatever we put in his mouth, but he doesn't really get the concept of drinking out of a glass, and seems to have a hard time swallowing even the softest fruits, etc. We assumed that he would be drinking out of a cup, but that is clearly not the case. Ms. Roy told us he is still using a bottle. Thankfully, the other Dillon family gave us one of their bottles to use for him. We'll try that this afternoon, and stick with really soft porridge, etc. until we get home and get him figured out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He talks a lot more than we expected. He doesn't say a lot of English words, but he says several Bengali. He said his name yesterday - it was very cute. Meagan, he definitely needs your help with a decent hairdo. And the boy has hair everywhere - it's very cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves to play and will immitate us. He likes to be tickled, and I'm attempting to post a video of his cute little laugh. He can sit up, but he's very tippy. We call him humpty dumpty - he kinds of just slowly tips to one side. It's hard to get him dressed because of the stiffness in all his limbs, but it's odd because sometimes he's very bendy. He's awkward to carry, because of the stiffness, and also because he doesn't really hold on yet. I'm afraid Maddie will be disappointed - she won't be hauling him all over the place :) I cannot get over how long he is. Much taller than Max. And he seems to weigh more, but maybe not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I'd say we're doing quite well. We'll stay in the hotel today, and then tomorrow we'll hire a car to get his visa pics done, do a little shopping, and then get us to the airport. The feeling of relief is wonderful. I think we'll try to call home in the U.S. morning, and set up a time to chat. I haven't talked to the kids, and I miss them very much. I can't believe we've still got a week before we see them again. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404725487720632578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwFxMhQWkQI/AAAAAAAAA9s/v-W0OyREiT8/s400/Probal+Gotcha+Day+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Probal Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwFw84h-_8I/AAAAAAAAA9k/o19a8o_joFg/s1600/Probal+Gotcha+Day+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404725219090694082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwFw84h-_8I/AAAAAAAAA9k/o19a8o_joFg/s400/Probal+Gotcha+Day+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showin' off the skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwFwon0aUWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/krVoZT85uD4/s1600/Probal+Gotcha+Day+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404724871007195490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwFwon0aUWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/krVoZT85uD4/s400/Probal+Gotcha+Day+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ms. Roy delivered Probal to our room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwFwWSVJuvI/AAAAAAAAA9U/AlB4W1PxoWM/s1600/Probal+Gotcha+Day+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404724556001295090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwFwWSVJuvI/AAAAAAAAA9U/AlB4W1PxoWM/s400/Probal+Gotcha+Day+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first meeting. . . Love at first snuggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, today was interesting.  We barely slept last night, partly from our internal clocks being messed up with the time difference, and partly because we knew what today would bring.  At 8am Daniel called the children's home.  He was told something that he didn't understand, and the person hung up.  We went to breakfast, and called back at 9am.  We were told to call Ms. Roy at 11 at a different number.  We did, and got cut off.  We called back and were given yet another number to reach her.  This time we got through, and we were able to make an appointment for 2:30pm.  These waits are endless.  We played a lot of cribbage, and watched a lot of Discovery Channel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At 1:30, the car arrived, stating it takes 45 minutes to an hour to get there.  We got there half an hour early, so we asked him to drive around.  He did, and we arrived precisely on time.  We were met at our car by Dipak, who we know from our last go around.  He escorted us to the consulate to get Max Rup's visa.  He handed us a note from Ms. Roy, asking us to go back to the hotel and wait.  That she would bring Probal to the hotel.  He handed us his cell phone and Ms. Roy was on the phone repeating the message, only stating that there was a problem in Kolkata, and she'd tell us when she got here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More waiting!  My nerves were shot already, but we managed to hold it together with more cribbage.  MS. Roy was on time.  Bottom line is that we have Mason.  I won't go into the "problem," just because I don't know if I should.  To the families waiting for pictures and news of their babies - I am SO sorry!  This was not our choice, but we do feel it was necessary.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mason was all smiles and snuggles for a while.  He loves to throw things, loves to read.  He has this cute thing where he puts his hand up to his face like he's sucking his thumb, but he's not really sucking anything.  Then for a while he would look at the door, whimper and pout.  It was very sad, and has come back a few times.  We expect more for sure.  He ate some dinner, and then promptly threw it up.  I hated giving him a bath so soon, but the minute we walked into the bathroom he grinned and said "tubby".  He splashed and played, got into some jammies, and now he's chatting up a storm!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are all winding down, and ready for sleep.  We met the folks in the next room who are recieving their daughter tomorrow.  They seem like a sweet couple, and we're hoping to get the kids together tomorrow evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't think we'll be doing much for a while.  Laying low, and getting used to each other.  That's just fine by us.  He's wonderful, perfect for us, and we're completely in love with our son!  Sorry it took so long to post, but it's been quite a ride today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/9220380867569462176-5000438945342777389?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5000438945342777389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5000438945342777389' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5000438945342777389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5000438945342777389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/phew.html' title='Phew!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SwFxMhQWkQI/AAAAAAAAA9s/v-W0OyREiT8/s72-c/Probal+Gotcha+Day+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-8947563603405508757</id><published>2009-11-15T08:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:53:04.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Here</title><content type='html'>We arrived safely in Kolkata this morning.  All of our flights were on time and relatively smooth!  The dry air didn't help my sinuses, but they are recoverng thanks to humid India :)  We took the shuttle between airports in New Delhi which was WAY easier and better than a prepaid cab adventure - and it was free!  Our driver from the Kenilworth was waiting when we got to Kolkata, and we were so glad to see him.  Neither of us is capable of sleeping on a plane (I even took sleep meds, and it bought me about 20 minutes of sleep), so we were exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept all day today, will venture out for dinner soon, and then get everything ready for tomorrow.  We miss our babies, but we are SO excited to meet Mason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-8947563603405508757?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8947563603405508757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=8947563603405508757' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8947563603405508757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8947563603405508757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-here.html' title='We&apos;re Here'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-8145248874315317359</id><published>2009-11-13T18:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:08:06.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out</title><content type='html'>We are at Logan airport - free internet access = woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt has started a blog for my kids to write what they are up to while we're gone. Should be cute. There's a link on the side under my kids' blog. The URL is : &lt;a href="mailto:mlabontes@blogspot.com"&gt;mlabontes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-8145248874315317359?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8145248874315317359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=8145248874315317359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8145248874315317359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8145248874315317359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3827935729398856796</id><published>2009-11-11T16:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:28:48.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Itinerary</title><content type='html'>OK, here's what our trip will look like.  It is longer than we planned because we had to book without a confirmed appointment with the embassy, so we had to leave a bit of wiggle room.  The good thing is that if Mason is doing well, we'll have time to go to Agra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Nov. 13&lt;br /&gt;Leave Boston 7:05pm&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 14&lt;br /&gt;Arrive Amsterdam 8:10am&lt;br /&gt;Leave Amsterdam 11:10am&lt;br /&gt;Arrive New Delhi 11:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get from the International to Domestic Airport&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 15th&lt;br /&gt;Leave New Delhi 6:05am&lt;br /&gt;Arrive Kolkata 8:15am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep and recover!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 16th&lt;br /&gt;GET MASON!&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 17 &amp;amp;18&lt;br /&gt;Get to know Mason, may do a bit of shopping if he's doing ok. &lt;br /&gt;Nov. 18&lt;br /&gt;Leave Kolkata 5:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Arrive New Delhi 7:40pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be in New Delhi through the 23rd.  Somewhere in there we have to do the medical and our embassy appointment.  If Mason's doing ok, we'll do Agra on Saturday.  We will get to meet friends of ours (if we're all up for it) on Sunday who are there to bring home their daughter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 24&lt;br /&gt;Leave New Delhi 1:40am&lt;br /&gt;Arrive Amsterdam 5:55am&lt;br /&gt;Leave Amsterdam 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Arrive Boston 4:10pm&lt;br /&gt;HOME,  HUG MY BABIES, RECOVER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-3827935729398856796?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3827935729398856796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3827935729398856796' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3827935729398856796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3827935729398856796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/itinerary.html' title='Itinerary'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5541493871353083979</id><published>2009-11-10T18:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:43:11.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passport?  YES!  Energy? NO. . .</title><content type='html'>The best news in the entire world came this morning.  Mason's passport is done, and we are free to travel.  Of course it would come now, when I am sick and Maddie is getting sick, and I have zero energy or focus to do anything.  I am trying to balance plans and preparations with resting and recovering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a fever anymore, so we are tentatively leaving on Friday.  Our airline tickets are on hold until I can call the US Embassy in India to get an appointment.  Our Gotcha Day will be either Monday or Tuesday.  We are currently debating what to do about our anticipated trip to Agra.  I feel so run down right now, that I'm afraid even if I feel better by Friday, adding this one omre thing (and it's a daunting thing from what I've heard) may not be in our best interest.  I want to be ready to completely focus on Mason when we get him.  We'll see how I feel tomorrow.  We may wait and do it at the end of our trip IF there is extra time and IF we feel like Mason would tolerate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that we will FINALLY meet our son in less than a week.  I am drained, but so relieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried that my kids will be sick while I'm gone.  I know they have amazing people looking after them (seriously, we wouldn't be able to do this if it weren't for my fabulous mother, aunt, and sister), but it's not the same as being with Mom.  My Dad has graciously volunteered to take care of our multitude of animals (even the lizards, God Bless Him!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really think of anything else right now.  We'll post our finalized itinerary tomorrow.  We will be blogging over there and would love to hear from everyone!    If you feel the need to pray, pray for health in the Labonte house :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-5541493871353083979?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5541493871353083979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5541493871353083979' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5541493871353083979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5541493871353083979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/passport-yes-energy-no.html' title='Passport?  YES!  Energy? NO. . .'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-807771292499143049</id><published>2009-11-03T10:36:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:09:05.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New pics - of Halloween, and Mason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBTfTZTh0I/AAAAAAAAA9M/8W4y0SvhFHI/s1600-h/281.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399907750464685890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBTfTZTh0I/AAAAAAAAA9M/8W4y0SvhFHI/s400/281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know this one's on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, but it needed to be here too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBTBGkLgxI/AAAAAAAAA9E/OZHzrUlSx58/s1600-h/277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399907231624561426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBTBGkLgxI/AAAAAAAAA9E/OZHzrUlSx58/s400/277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crazy kids "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carvesting&lt;/span&gt;" pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBSLXuNA2I/AAAAAAAAA88/t8T5YnZD5KU/s1600-h/318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399906308517069666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBSLXuNA2I/AAAAAAAAA88/t8T5YnZD5KU/s400/318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Batman, Cat in the Hat, and Magenta Mystic.  They were not cooperative with photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBQHRQaxaI/AAAAAAAAA80/kUsonUCemRA/s1600-h/330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399904039038797218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBQHRQaxaI/AAAAAAAAA80/kUsonUCemRA/s400/330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This hen has decided to live in the breezeway, and visit the house for seed treats.  She lays in an old chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBPrwS87BI/AAAAAAAAA8s/rZ9uB8NLuJ8/s1600-h/Probal+10-31-09+(pic+5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399903566334585874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBPrwS87BI/AAAAAAAAA8s/rZ9uB8NLuJ8/s400/Probal+10-31-09+(pic+5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks like trouble in this batch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBPfv8eu9I/AAAAAAAAA8k/08FHhMBInH0/s1600-h/Probal+10-31-09+(pic+4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399903360081902546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBPfv8eu9I/AAAAAAAAA8k/08FHhMBInH0/s400/Probal+10-31-09+(pic+4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All smiles as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBPPjqhddI/AAAAAAAAA8c/D91MLIfWgTo/s1600-h/Probal+10-31-09+(pic+3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399903081907451346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBPPjqhddI/AAAAAAAAA8c/D91MLIfWgTo/s400/Probal+10-31-09+(pic+3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy to interact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBOe_Qp0aI/AAAAAAAAA8M/9hUo6kPGx8c/s1600-h/Probal+10-31-09+(pic+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_5399902247501549986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBOe_Qp0aI/AAAAAAAAA8M/9hUo6kPGx8c/s400/Probal+10-31-09+(pic+1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Causing trouble for the Ayahs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, the update is that the computers are up and running in India.  We hope this means that our passport will be issued very soon.  We're hoping by Friday since our travel agent is on vacation starting Friday.  As much as I'd like to wait for her to return, I'm not sure I'm capable of waiting one more second for this boy, so we might go it alone with a bit of help from my cousin who is familiar with the travel industry.  Pray for passport SOON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;&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/9220380867569462176-807771292499143049?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/807771292499143049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=807771292499143049' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/807771292499143049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/807771292499143049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-pics-of-halloween-and-mason.html' title='New pics - of Halloween, and Mason'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SvBTfTZTh0I/AAAAAAAAA9M/8W4y0SvhFHI/s72-c/281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-2602291453773225336</id><published>2009-10-29T09:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:56:06.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, That Grin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SumeE6FQ1qI/AAAAAAAAA8E/VO3xNvwL7T0/s1600-h/Probal%252010-19-09%2520(pic%25202)%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398019435528246946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SumeE6FQ1qI/AAAAAAAAA8E/VO3xNvwL7T0/s400/Probal%252010-19-09%2520(pic%25202)%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sumdw2fkMnI/AAAAAAAAA78/Qv6p3pO2JDM/s1600-h/Probal+10-19-09+(pic+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_5398019090967442034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sumdw2fkMnI/AAAAAAAAA78/Qv6p3pO2JDM/s400/Probal+10-19-09+(pic+1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SumdSHSeKcI/AAAAAAAAA70/Py2wpWcWjJg/s1600-h/Probal+10-19-09+(pic+3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 5px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398018562899978690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SumdSHSeKcI/AAAAAAAAA70/Py2wpWcWjJg/s400/Probal+10-19-09+(pic+3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sumc9ULLMBI/AAAAAAAAA7s/vlM2pBXK1pU/s1600-h/Probal+10-19-09+(pic+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_5398018205581783058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sumc9ULLMBI/AAAAAAAAA7s/vlM2pBXK1pU/s400/Probal+10-19-09+(pic+3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say how much I ADORE these pictures, and the woman who took them.  She has met our guy 3 times now, and each time provides us with precious glimpses into his life.  She also played an integral role in us accepting his referral.  That grin he has is just gorgeous, and I can't wait until it's directed at me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rup&lt;/span&gt; saw the pictures, and said, "He looks like he would like some Mango Chicken and Samosas."  I said, "Those are your favorites."  He said, "Yup, can we have some today?"  I guess we're going to pick some up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No real word on Passports yet.  The office thinks the computer problem will be fixed by the end of the week.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ISRC's&lt;/span&gt; director is hopeful that we will hear next week.  We won't count our chickens before they hatch, but we sure will be praying for this!&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/9220380867569462176-2602291453773225336?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2602291453773225336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=2602291453773225336' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/2602291453773225336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/2602291453773225336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-that-grin.html' title='Oh, That Grin!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SumeE6FQ1qI/AAAAAAAAA8E/VO3xNvwL7T0/s72-c/Probal%252010-19-09%2520(pic%25202)%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5360335736938615992</id><published>2009-10-24T06:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:01:30.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Video</title><content type='html'>I know I said I wasn't going to update until we got his passport, but this morning we got this video of him from early September.  Thank you, Suzie - for bringing him the items we had for him, and for taking this great video.  He looks wonderful, and I can't wait to finally hold him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-78c9749e0ced1d7c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78c9749e0ced1d7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329920494%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3782822D2D111286B85C600C4D1F3D67D94A334B.7CA4BCD0188A4986E40A0908A7F20A0CE3034C82%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78c9749e0ced1d7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqedq_77e-tTG7TJSvE3V1oQQrXc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D78c9749e0ced1d7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329920494%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3782822D2D111286B85C600C4D1F3D67D94A334B.7CA4BCD0188A4986E40A0908A7F20A0CE3034C82%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D78c9749e0ced1d7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqedq_77e-tTG7TJSvE3V1oQQrXc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-5360335736938615992?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5360335736938615992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5360335736938615992' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5360335736938615992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5360335736938615992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-video.html' title='New Video'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-2878606423544737078</id><published>2009-10-05T17:56:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:06:50.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Has Arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Ssp3dTNM40I/AAAAAAAAA7g/WEs25upscE0/s1600-h/fall!+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389251249357775682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Ssp3dTNM40I/AAAAAAAAA7g/WEs25upscE0/s400/fall!+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We pick apples here every year.  I love that we live in a place where there is a box for $ and a price list on the wall.  Honor system still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Ssp3GtrUYyI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/1tZxyf5B3JM/s1600-h/fall!+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389250861326426914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Ssp3GtrUYyI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/1tZxyf5B3JM/s400/fall!+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Myles filled his bag with superhero speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Ssp2lsKFmYI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/DgL3IjXSOFQ/s1600-h/fall!+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389250293982927234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Ssp2lsKFmYI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/DgL3IjXSOFQ/s400/fall!+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, Max &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rup&lt;/span&gt; was a better eater than picker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SspucrYO_KI/AAAAAAAAA7I/oew-cBrqDec/s1600-h/fall!+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389241343061982370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SspucrYO_KI/AAAAAAAAA7I/oew-cBrqDec/s400/fall!+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie just wanted to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sspt8L6CbsI/AAAAAAAAA7A/6Ab_7tzFXMs/s1600-h/fall!+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389240784858017474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sspt8L6CbsI/AAAAAAAAA7A/6Ab_7tzFXMs/s400/fall!+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My two favorite trees in our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SsptXWK79jI/AAAAAAAAA64/RVM9XCFA4PU/s1600-h/fall!+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389240151958091314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SsptXWK79jI/AAAAAAAAA64/RVM9XCFA4PU/s400/fall!+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my boys being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Ssps9rxMEGI/AAAAAAAAA6w/QgiRVJkBLMI/s1600-h/fall!+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389239711079075938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Ssps9rxMEGI/AAAAAAAAA6w/QgiRVJkBLMI/s400/fall!+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wicked cute together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SspsaQ8KTqI/AAAAAAAAA6o/qFXujomn1YI/s1600-h/fall!+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389239102581919394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SspsaQ8KTqI/AAAAAAAAA6o/qFXujomn1YI/s400/fall!+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie and the kitty, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Petri&lt;/span&gt;.  He's thriving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SspsDmqKuOI/AAAAAAAAA6g/5YTmh1xOEBg/s1600-h/fall!+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389238713275037922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SspsDmqKuOI/AAAAAAAAA6g/5YTmh1xOEBg/s400/fall!+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our pumpkin harvest.  Four pumpkins for four kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adoption update:  Not much happening right now.  We're packing, paperwork is all labeled and organized.  We just need a passport.  The director of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ISRC&lt;/span&gt; thinks that it will be the end of the month for passports.  This would be fine with me, but we realize that it is really just a guesstimate, and could be even longer.  We're ready to go as soon as it is possible.  I'm struggling with this last part of the wait - I miss him terribly, dream about him, want him home NOW.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've decided that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Petri&lt;/span&gt; is the project God sent to keep me busy during this wait.  Everyone told us he wouldn't make it, but he's growing like a weed, is sweet and playful, and we're all in love with him.  We certainly weren't in the market for a cat, but we're glad he found us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I probably won't post again until the passport gets here.  I plan on blogging on our trip again, daily.  It helped me feel connected to home last time, and gave us an opportunity to share our experience with folks.  I encourage comments when we're in India - we loved hearing from folks back home. The fix of familiarity was much needed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stay tuned. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-2878606423544737078?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2878606423544737078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=2878606423544737078' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/2878606423544737078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/2878606423544737078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-has-arrived.html' title='Fall Has Arrived!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Ssp3dTNM40I/AAAAAAAAA7g/WEs25upscE0/s72-c/fall!+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-8739982118078632591</id><published>2009-09-14T18:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:46:20.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GUARDIANSHIP APPROVED!</title><content type='html'>Our court date was scheduled for today, just a few days after we recieved word that our case had been scrutinized!  I was so nervous all weekend, because historically judges have been known to not show up, request additional paperwork, or just not hear cases.  Well, not this time!  He showed, he approved, and now we're on the last leg of our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some paperwork to do on this end - apply for visas, fill out paperwork for his visa, gather our paperwork that will be required at ISRC and the embassy. ICPC also needs to happen over here.  The big thing we need to wait for now is his passport to be issued in India.  And lest anyone think that this has been too easy, there are, of course, problems with the passport office computer systems throughout India.  We've been told to prepare for a long wait - approximately 7 weeks.  We waited 7.5 weeks for Max's, so we can handle that.  It still puts us ahead of our goal of getting him home for Christmas.  I am thrilled! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have some new video soon, and if I can figure out how to do it, I'll post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to speak on the phone with a woman that I've known via forums for a couple of years today.  She played a role in convincing us that Probal was meant to be ours, and it was so nice to hear her voice!  She told us that Probal was crawling all over the place - definitely mobile.  He seemed like a relaxed, happy guy.  She also felt like he was doing appropriate things cognitively for his age.  We sent over books, and he immediately opened them, looked through them, and proudly ripped out a page.  I cannot wait to meet him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics tonight, I'm too tired :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-8739982118078632591?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8739982118078632591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=8739982118078632591' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8739982118078632591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8739982118078632591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/09/guardianship-approved.html' title='GUARDIANSHIP APPROVED!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-4658345096695221674</id><published>2009-09-10T08:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:02:09.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School and a New Addition - and Potty Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SqjyB8_MvvI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/uDtsmtEmdLE/s1600-h/kitten+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379815870259052274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SqjyB8_MvvI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/uDtsmtEmdLE/s400/kitten+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SqjyBc0l6bI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/zP0vn2HH3wQ/s1600-h/kitten+and+4+wheeler+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379815861624629682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SqjyBc0l6bI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/zP0vn2HH3wQ/s400/kitten+and+4+wheeler+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SqjyA5TfBaI/AAAAAAAAA6I/TFllDv2siN8/s1600-h/Myles%27+first+day+of+school+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379815852090525090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SqjyA5TfBaI/AAAAAAAAA6I/TFllDv2siN8/s400/Myles%27+first+day+of+school+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SqjyAk8jvTI/AAAAAAAAA6A/uScDOlMvGuY/s1600-h/Myles%27+first+day+of+school+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379815846625656114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SqjyAk8jvTI/AAAAAAAAA6A/uScDOlMvGuY/s400/Myles%27+first+day+of+school+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall came quickly, and this year it meant sending two of my babies off to school. Madeline started first grade, and Myles started in the Kindergarten for 4 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; program. Maddie is an old pro at this school thing. She loves it, and knew that few of her friends were in the same class as her. Myles was much more ready than I expected him to be. I expected nerves and protests about Mom leaving, but got none of that. He got off the bus all smiles after that first day. He was excited until I said, "so, you're all set to go back tomorrow?" He quickly replied, "Um, I'm not going back - I was just going today." All was well though. He went off the next morning and has had no problems at all. My big boy - he's still a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Momma's&lt;/span&gt; boy though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our neighbors were riding their four-wheelers through the field below their house. They somehow spotted this tiny kitten. With no mother around (we gave her over an hour to come back for it) the kitten needed a home. Well, guess where they brought it - of course to those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Labonte&lt;/span&gt; suckers :) We called the vet, who very compassionately (please read with sarcasm) told us that we could bring it in as a stray, but they weren't going to do anything for it. I asked about bringing it in not as a stray, but as our new pet (please read - I was willing to pay for whatever treatment would have helped) but apparently that wouldn't have mattered. I asked her what we needed to do to care for it here, and she (in a very flat, why are you bothering me voice) stated that it would be very hard to keep a cat that little alive. Thanks for all of your advice, lady. The pet store (the one an hour away, not the one 20 minutes away) was much more helpful. They set us up with bottles, Kitten Milk Replacement, and explained what we needed to do and how often. This all happened on Sunday, and as of today, the kitten is doing very well. He's active, eating, peeing, pooping - what more can you ask for? It's eyes aren't opened yet, and apparently you can't tell gender for a few weeks. We didn't want a cat at all, but now we're in love with the tiny thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THE BIGGEST NEWS OF ALL: Max is potty trained!!! Day and night, pee and poop! We tried to do it in the spring, but he was not into it at all, and after a week of hardcore, he was no further along than when we started. A couple of days before school started I told him that we were going to start wearing big boy panties again when Maddie and Myles went to school. He said he wanted to wear them that day. From that point on he made no pee mistakes! Poop took a little longer, and lots of promises. What finally did the trick? The promise of a fancy date, just him and his Nana. The next day he did it, and yesterday he donned a shirt and tie and went out to dinner at the Golf Course with Nana. My big boy! For the first time in over 6 years I'm not changing diapers! I'll enjoy the short reprieve until Mason comes home :)&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/9220380867569462176-4658345096695221674?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4658345096695221674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=4658345096695221674' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/4658345096695221674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/4658345096695221674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-and-new-addition-and-potty-time.html' title='School and a New Addition - and Potty Time!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SqjyB8_MvvI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/uDtsmtEmdLE/s72-c/kitten+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-4565965777760524096</id><published>2009-09-08T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:30:45.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrutiny</title><content type='html'>Hey all.  We recieved word today that our documents have been reviewed by the Indian courts and they have recommended that the judge approve our guardianship.  We have made it past what they call scrutiny.  Now we wait to be assigned a court date where the judge will approve guardianship.  This is the hardest part of the wait for me, by far.  So even though I've done well with the waiting up to this point, I no longer guarantee my mental stability :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like we are close to travel but the next steps are the least predictable.  We could travel very shortly, or it could be several months more.  I'd hate to think of that being the case, but it's true.  So bear with me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-4565965777760524096?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4565965777760524096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=4565965777760524096' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/4565965777760524096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/4565965777760524096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/09/scrutiny.html' title='Scrutiny'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6886208539159859585</id><published>2009-08-30T18:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:10:15.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer - Short but Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsEJ4iZTZI/AAAAAAAAA54/639UXYl7Ifk/s1600-h/summer+2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375895148038802834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsEJ4iZTZI/AAAAAAAAA54/639UXYl7Ifk/s400/summer+2009+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie and Olivia - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cruisin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsEJUlsISI/AAAAAAAAA5w/I_cIBDmDwxo/s1600-h/summer+2009+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375895138388943138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsEJUlsISI/AAAAAAAAA5w/I_cIBDmDwxo/s400/summer+2009+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max and Nate - yes, Max seriously went tubing.  He did not have Mommy's permission.  He loved it.  Thank goodness Nate took good care of him.  He's such a good role model for my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsEJLs7GWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/jkxfqZZVwwo/s1600-h/summer+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375895136003365218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsEJLs7GWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/jkxfqZZVwwo/s400/summer+2009+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kiddos love their Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsEIi-YjBI/AAAAAAAAA5g/6QjUjushotQ/s1600-h/summer+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375895125070744594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsEIi-YjBI/AAAAAAAAA5g/6QjUjushotQ/s400/summer+2009+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids (and Papa Winnie) in their motorized vehicles  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsAUHXnq6I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/sJ13Aeb_RS0/s1600-h/summer+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375890925772319650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsAUHXnq6I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/sJ13Aeb_RS0/s400/summer+2009+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lobster - Good to the last drop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsATuSBF-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WdZrUIC2lFs/s1600-h/summer+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375890919037933538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsATuSBF-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WdZrUIC2lFs/s400/summer+2009+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sharing a Maine meal with our RI cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsATTQ-H5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/dH4OlE8oiGw/s1600-h/summer+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375890911785787282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsATTQ-H5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/dH4OlE8oiGw/s400/summer+2009+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Max &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rup&lt;/span&gt; didn't want to be left out on the fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsAS0zo8mI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mNHq6_oQHPI/s1600-h/summer+2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375890903609700962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsAS0zo8mI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mNHq6_oQHPI/s400/summer+2009+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Myles wanted to go fishing all summer. It was so great to see him fishing with my Uncle Mike - our resident expert.  What an added bonus that he hauled in this great bass - reeled it in all by himself.  Thank you, Uncle Mike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-6886208539159859585?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6886208539159859585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6886208539159859585' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6886208539159859585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6886208539159859585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-short-but-sweet.html' title='Summer - Short but Sweet'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SpsEJ4iZTZI/AAAAAAAAA54/639UXYl7Ifk/s72-c/summer+2009+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-7418307817094269272</id><published>2009-08-30T16:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:34:27.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labonte Girl Broadway Trip 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SprgV-Qe38I/AAAAAAAAA44/9wicWHiEJiQ/s1600-h/Girl+trip+09+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375855773314113474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SprgV-Qe38I/AAAAAAAAA44/9wicWHiEJiQ/s400/Girl+trip+09+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie chose to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; Mia - the show I've been boycotting for 10 years (sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SprgVVOFVMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/v2oNAGsV_08/s1600-h/Girl+trip+09+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375855762298197186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SprgVVOFVMI/AAAAAAAAA4w/v2oNAGsV_08/s400/Girl+trip+09+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maddie was in heaven at the Dinosaur exhibits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SprgVAeHZlI/AAAAAAAAA4o/tlM6WuPF52Q/s1600-h/Girl+trip+09+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375855756728297042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SprgVAeHZlI/AAAAAAAAA4o/tlM6WuPF52Q/s400/Girl+trip+09+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was too hot for the Zoo, so we went uptown to the Museum of Natural History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SprfGptheiI/AAAAAAAAA4g/fuigMUXJQQI/s1600-h/Girl+trip+09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375854410589108770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SprfGptheiI/AAAAAAAAA4g/fuigMUXJQQI/s400/Girl+trip+09+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last year Madeline and I started a tradition of taking a couple of days at the end of the summer for a girl trip.  Maddie and I LOVE Musical theater, so off to Broadway we go - the Mecca of Musical Theater talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year we bought tickets to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;.  We seriously considered Hair, but in the end I decided that I was not ready to explain all that would be required :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We left at 4:30am Tuesday morning to catch a bus in Boston so we wouldn't have to drive all the way down.  Next year we'll drive all the way down - Madeline was fine, but Mommy did not do the bus well.  By the time we got there I had a migraine and was so motion sick.  We checked into our hotel around 3pm, and Madeline watched an hour of Tom and Jerry while I recovered.  She was so patient with me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When Dan and I went down a few months ago we got a great deal on a newly opened hotel right on 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; ave between 44&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 45&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; streets.  I figured it was so cheap because it was just opening, but we got the same great price this time.  It makes such a huge difference to stay right in the theater district and be able to go back to the hotel whenever we want.  If anyone ever takes a trip there, it's The Milford Plaza.  The staff is sweet, it's very clean, and you just can't beat the price for the location. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We grabbed a slice of New York pizza and wandered around the theater district.  Maddie loved the new M&amp;amp;M store, and seeing all of the posters and billboards for the shows.  We headed over to the theater a bit early.  We were both exhausted by that time, and Madeline was really impatient waiting to be able to take our seats.  We got a little irritated with each other and a little snappy.  It was the only time during the whole trip that I had to speak to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had third row seats - it was amazing.  Maddie couldn't believe how close we were and was thrilled that the theater provided booster seats for kids.  It really did make a huge difference - I wish all of the shows provided them.   I wasn't thrilled with seeing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; (although I couldn't wait to see Maddie's reaction).  I was just waiting to see Sutton Foster whom I just adore.  Great voice, great sense of humor.  Of course, we saw those dreaded white squares of paper in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PlayBill&lt;/span&gt; indicating that her understudy would be playing the role that evening.  I was so disappointed, but I gotta tell you, this gal was great!  Her energy and physicality was perfect.  Maddie thought she was hilarious!  We both really enjoyed the show.  The folks sitting next to us told me that they watched Maddie more than the show because her reactions were so great.  I continue to be so impressed with Madeline's ability to abide by perfect theater &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;etiquette&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We didn't have tickets for a show the next day, but planned on roaming the ticket booths for SRO tickets (they're usually really cheap).  I had never used the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TKTS&lt;/span&gt; booth, but we figured we'd give it a try instead of risking not getting any tickets.  The  concierge at the hotel suggested we get in line at 8:30am even though the booths didn't open until 11 - ugh - that's a LONG wait for a 6 year old.  Maddie wanted to give it a shot.  We were probably the 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; people in line and we lucked out.  At 9am a rep. came out and said, "Well folks, the line is short now because people don't expect us to open until 11.  We're opening now."  Fabulous!  Maddie got to choose from the shows available, and of course, she chose &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; Mia.  I have been boycotting this show (and all other jukebox musicals) for 10 years.  We had a blast, but it was exactly what I expected.  After curtain call they sing a bunch of the songs, and Maddie was belting 'em big time.  The lady in front of us thought it was hilarious:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the show we had to RUSH to Port &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Authority -about&lt;/span&gt; 11 blocks away from the theater to catch the last bus out.  Maddie made me proud.  She was a trooper, and jogged along with me without complaint.  She chatted nearly the whole bus ride to Boston, and then in the car from Boston home.  I'm so proud of her behavior, and how fun she is.  I love her sense of humor, how she notices everything, and comments on it, uncensored.  I love this special girl time that we get to share every year.  I can't wait until next year.  Madeline has already decided we'll be seeing Bye Bye Birdie.  Sounds good to me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/9220380867569462176-7418307817094269272?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7418307817094269272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=7418307817094269272' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7418307817094269272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7418307817094269272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/08/labonte-girl-broadway-trip-2009.html' title='Labonte Girl Broadway Trip 2009'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SprgV-Qe38I/AAAAAAAAA44/9wicWHiEJiQ/s72-c/Girl+trip+09+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3782975334127298007</id><published>2009-08-22T05:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T05:52:48.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Help</title><content type='html'>We recieved this email from our adoption caseworker yesterday.  If you know of anyone who may be helpful to this little guy, please forward this or contact me for more information.  Even if you aren't of Indian decent, registering may help someone else.  Dan and I are already on the registry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Families,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope this email finds all of you doing well. We are contacting all of our India families to share with you about a little boy named Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is a 7 year old boy adopted from India/ISRC. He joined his family right before his 1st birthday. Ben was diagnosed in 2007 with systematic juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. Ben has become very ill in the recent weeks and is in urgent need of a bone marrow transplant. In an attempt to help Ben’s family find a possible match for Ben we are sending this to all of our families who have adopted a child/children from India. If you are an individual of Indian Heritage and/or you have an adopted child from India that is 18 years of age or older you can go to the following link and order a kit: http://www.marrow.org/JOIN/Join_Now/join_now.html and submit it back to the Bone Marrow Registry. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-3782975334127298007?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3782975334127298007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3782975334127298007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3782975334127298007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3782975334127298007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-for-help.html' title='Looking for Help'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5581076426338243933</id><published>2009-08-21T07:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:38:05.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOC</title><content type='html'>We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; word today that our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NOC&lt;/span&gt; (No Objections Certificate) has been issued by CARA.  This means that early next week our case will be transferred to the Indian court system.  This is a two step process where the case will first be scrutinized, and then be heard by a judge who will assign us guardianship.  After that we will wait for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Probal's&lt;/span&gt; passport to be issued, and then we can travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;time lines&lt;/span&gt; go - it is just really unpredictable.  The current judge is an interim judge, and no one is sure how long he is staying.  If they change judges, it could take a while for the new judge to get into the swing of things.  Also, October is a month full of holidays in India, and the courts are closed for the majority of that month.  Passport usually takes about 15 business days, but we waited 7.5 weeks for Max &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rup's&lt;/span&gt;.  Unpredictable.  I'm praying like crazy that this could all happen before Christmas, but realistically, I don't think that is likely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our adoption journeys, we celebrate each step.  Each completed step brings us closer to our handsome little guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to post some summer pics and updates, but I've been way too busy enjoying the long overdue good weather :)  I'll get 'em posted soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-5581076426338243933?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5581076426338243933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5581076426338243933' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5581076426338243933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5581076426338243933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/08/noc.html' title='NOC'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-1888113454468428000</id><published>2009-08-09T09:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:01:16.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raksha Bandhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sn7OCSBQO6I/AAAAAAAAA4M/_CaMeMEueUw/s1600-h/rakhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367954344464366498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sn7OCSBQO6I/AAAAAAAAA4M/_CaMeMEueUw/s400/rakhi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A strong sibling bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sn7N7bZv3KI/AAAAAAAAA4E/iev9mNABU9A/s1600-h/labontes+rakhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367954226723937442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sn7N7bZv3KI/AAAAAAAAA4E/iev9mNABU9A/s400/labontes+rakhi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Three smiling kids after tying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rakhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sn7Ntr4VTlI/AAAAAAAAA38/ytw37IuzDkU/s1600-h/maddie+max+rakhi+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_5367953990629019218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sn7Ntr4VTlI/AAAAAAAAA38/ytw37IuzDkU/s400/maddie+max+rakhi+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maddie tying Max &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rup's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rakhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sn7NiuE16RI/AAAAAAAAA30/ayk_6v4uPfM/s1600-h/maddie+myles+rakhi+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_5367953802239797522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sn7NiuE16RI/AAAAAAAAA30/ayk_6v4uPfM/s400/maddie+myles+rakhi+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maddie tying Myles' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rakhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sn7NbTH-PMI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cEBwxS41FWU/s1600-h/boys+maddie+rakhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367953674746084546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sn7NbTH-PMI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cEBwxS41FWU/s400/boys+maddie+rakhi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Myles and Max &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rup&lt;/span&gt; tying Maddie's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rakhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;India has a LOT of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt;.  We cannot possibly keep up with all of them, but we do feel it is important to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; our sons' culture.  We have chosen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raksha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bandhan&lt;/span&gt; as the time to do this every year.  Here is a brief description of this sweet holiday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "The annual 'festival' of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raksha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bandhan&lt;/span&gt;, which is meant to commemorate the abiding ties between siblings of opposite sex, usually takes place in late August, and is marked by a very simple ceremony in which a woman ties a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rakhi&lt;/span&gt; — which may be a colorful thread, a simple bracelet, or a decorative string — around the wrist of her brother(s). The word '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;raksha&lt;/span&gt;' signifies protection, and '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bandhan&lt;/span&gt;' is an association signifying an enduring sort of bond; and so, when a woman ties a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rakhi&lt;/span&gt; around the wrist of her brother, she signifies her loving attachment to him. He, likewise, recognizes the special bonds between them, and by extending his wrist forward, he in fact extends the hand of his protection over her. The thread-tying ceremony is sometimes preceded by the woman conducting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aarti&lt;/span&gt; before her brother, so that the blessings of God may be showered upon him, and this is to the accompaniment of her enunciation or chanting of a mantra, which may be in Sanskrit or one of the other Indian languages. In Punjabi, for instance, the mantra says: '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suraj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shakhan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chhodian&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mooli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chhodia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beej&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Behen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rakhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bandhi&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bhai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chir&lt;/span&gt; jug &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jee&lt;/span&gt;', which can be roughly translated as follows: 'The sun radiates its sunlight / the radish seeds / I (the sister) tied the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rakhi&lt;/span&gt; / brother, may you live long.' After the conclusion of the ceremony, she places a sweet in her mouth, and he might return the gesture. The brother bestows a small gift upon his sister."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We use this day to play Indian music, talk about the country, and it's people.  We cook a huge Indian meal, and then our children exchange &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rakhi&lt;/span&gt;.   Traditionally, the brothers &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rakhi&lt;/span&gt; from their sisters, and present their sisters with other small gifts, but Maddie loves the idea of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rakhi&lt;/span&gt;, so our boys present her with one as well.  The kids donned their Indian outfits for the exchange, and we also tried some Bengali sweets this year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I also attempted to cook some of the meal from scratch.  This is no small feat considering #1 - I am not a chef nor do I enjoy pretending to be, and #2 - it is difficult to find a lot of the ingredients used in Indian fare in this area.  But we managed, and I think it came out alright.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get emotional on days like this when we really focus on the boys' roots, etc.  I am so thankful to have been given the opportunity to expand our family this way.  We have been so enriched by the experience, and these days make me think of the people in their lives before us.  I think of their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;birth parents&lt;/span&gt;, the amazing Ayahs.  This year I missed Mason Probal like crazy, and thought about having 4 kids by the lake next summer.  I put a lot of pressure on myself to make these days and traditions special because I feel a huge responsibility to make sure my boys know how proud we are of their heritage, and that we never want to forget any part of it.&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/9220380867569462176-1888113454468428000?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1888113454468428000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=1888113454468428000' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1888113454468428000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1888113454468428000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/08/raksha-bandhan.html' title='Raksha Bandhan'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sn7OCSBQO6I/AAAAAAAAA4M/_CaMeMEueUw/s72-c/rakhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-1616858020577309049</id><published>2009-07-27T10:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:06:36.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday and New Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sm2-9V0BzxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/E4q442CXoj0/s1600-h/Probal+7-18-09+(pic+4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363152692304793362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sm2-9V0BzxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/E4q442CXoj0/s400/Probal+7-18-09+(pic+4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sm2-wHjjO3I/AAAAAAAAA28/YhwTVxL2NL8/s1600-h/Probal+7-18-09+(pic+3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363152465139284850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sm2-wHjjO3I/AAAAAAAAA28/YhwTVxL2NL8/s400/Probal+7-18-09+(pic+3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On July 24th, Mason Probal celebrated his 2nd birthday.  I can't believe my baby is 2.  I had been dreading that day since we accepted his referral.  I knew he wouln't be home by then, and I thought I was really going to be a wreck all day.  It was tough, for sure.  I thought about him all day, had really vivid dreams the night before about having him home, about having his shunt replaced, about a PT session. . . really vivid dreams.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very helpful to get information from Tami (our beloved social worker through Dillon) that the older kids' birthdays are recognized at the children's home.  Plus, I worked a 12 hour shift that day and my lovely co-workers were fabulous.  They tolerated having "The Story of India" on in the background all morning, we enjoyed Samosas for lunch, and was even given a little cake for the occassion.  Love those folks.  When I got home we sang Happy Birthday, had a piece of cake and the cupcakes that Aunt Dawn and Maddie made for the occassion, and went to bed.  Not bad, overall.  No major meltdown, and I don't even think I was insufferable to be around :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we recieved the above great pics of our boy.  I love how happy he looks, and I love the fact that he's standing even more!  These pics were taken by a family who just picked up their little girl.  We've kind of come full circle - when we were travelling to pick up Max Rup, we took pictures of their little girl!  We remember her as the sleeping beauty - she didn't move the whole time we were there causing chaos :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of cute things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Max Rup has taken to calling me Mommy Poppins.  I'm sure it's because I'm "practically perfect in every way"  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*He has also specified that he wants the RED Probal to come home - Mason is wearing a red shirt in Max's favorite pic of him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-1616858020577309049?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1616858020577309049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=1616858020577309049' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1616858020577309049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1616858020577309049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-and-new-pics.html' title='Happy Birthday and New Pics'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sm2-9V0BzxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/E4q442CXoj0/s72-c/Probal+7-18-09+(pic+4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6206124191071220943</id><published>2009-07-21T20:24:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:53:54.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings and Lighthouses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361077664326203650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZfu0NxuQI/AAAAAAAAA20/g-l9KyrCJvE/s400/spring.summer09+113.JPG" /&gt;The Boys on the Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZfWg3fwLI/AAAAAAAAA2s/8mpVyWjpzaQ/s1600-h/spring.summer09+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361077246815617202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZfWg3fwLI/AAAAAAAAA2s/8mpVyWjpzaQ/s400/spring.summer09+107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Searching for Treasures in a Tidal Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZe7HTBE8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/PZlwXy0gQoY/s1600-h/spring.summer09+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361076776095257538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZe7HTBE8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/PZlwXy0gQoY/s400/spring.summer09+098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I knew Maddie was sick when she couldn't even fake a smile :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361076281702395634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZeeVikrvI/AAAAAAAAA2c/FmVCBymtcYw/s400/spring.summer09+095.JPG" /&gt;The Portland Headlight.  The entire park is gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZd9VsPFRI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Z8jO8pWJhxE/s1600-h/spring.summer09+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361075714807239954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZd9VsPFRI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Z8jO8pWJhxE/s400/spring.summer09+085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Groovin' with Papa Jim . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZdmvAs6fI/AAAAAAAAA2M/hFeUa6RsqoA/s1600-h/spring.summer09+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361075326466976242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZdmvAs6fI/AAAAAAAAA2M/hFeUa6RsqoA/s400/spring.summer09+083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Uncle Derek.  Maddie danced ALL night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZc8-lWkrI/AAAAAAAAA2E/nUGI5V31OHA/s1600-h/spring.summer09+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361074609092727474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZc8-lWkrI/AAAAAAAAA2E/nUGI5V31OHA/s400/spring.summer09+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They sure clean up good (but don't stay clean for long)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hadn't posted in a while. We did recieve Mason's Article 5, so we are now waiting for NOC and guardianship. Keep the prayers coming to get him home by Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding Pictures are from my cousin, Laura's, wedding.  The whole night fit Laura's personality and we had a very nice time.  Dan and I even played for the ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally got around to taking the kids to the Portland Headlight.  Madeline LOVES lighthouses, so it was mainly for her.  Unfortunately, halfway there she got sick.  I thought it was just from being in the car, but she spent the whole time we were there laying on park benches with Dan and I while the other of us took the boys around.  Poor little girl.  We cut the day very short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer has been rough.  The weather here has been atrocious.  We have had very few nice days, and I have been working to cover maternity leaves at work (about 48 hours a week).  I don't deal well with being away from my kids that much.  I know others do that and more , but it's nothing I'm interested in doing.  I get very bitter and emotional, I don't function well at home, and I just plain miss my kids.  It has really made this summer difficult and unhappy for me.  I'm trying to enjoy the time I do get to spend with them, but I'm frustrated every time I think that by the time I'm back to just two days a week, Maddie and Myles will be in school again.  Feel free to impart words of wisdom and advise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9220380867569462176-6206124191071220943?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6206124191071220943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6206124191071220943' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6206124191071220943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6206124191071220943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/07/weddings-and-lighthouses.html' title='Weddings and Lighthouses'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SmZfu0NxuQI/AAAAAAAAA20/g-l9KyrCJvE/s72-c/spring.summer09+113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5189053842728190006</id><published>2009-07-05T06:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:33:39.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How is it possible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SlCN8hKGx8I/AAAAAAAAA18/qso8kvMOQbo/s1600-h/carpenters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354936027775944642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SlCN8hKGx8I/AAAAAAAAA18/qso8kvMOQbo/s400/carpenters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is really old, but one of my favorites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354935505418482146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SlCNeHOYceI/AAAAAAAAA10/J6uXV5ULSQE/s400/july4%25202009%2520121%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;All dressed up for the 4th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SlCNBUIt0lI/AAAAAAAAA1s/5vl8KlggR8U/s1600-h/july4+2009+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354935010668171858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SlCNBUIt0lI/AAAAAAAAA1s/5vl8KlggR8U/s400/july4+2009+111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My two silly heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SlCM2PWT0fI/AAAAAAAAA1k/my9o_pRZT04/s1600-h/july4+2009+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354934820404449778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SlCM2PWT0fI/AAAAAAAAA1k/my9o_pRZT04/s400/july4+2009+125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madeline is 6 years old! My little firecracker came 2 weeks early, caused an entirely too long labor, and gave us a tiny scare by taking her sweet old time to breathe when she was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madeline is my spunky tom boy, who likes to wear dresses. She has an interesting style of dress which includes consistently wearing her shirt backwards, not always matching, but always smiling and happy. She educates us on animals and social issues with her own twist on what she has learned from other sources. Her sense of humor cracks me up and is way beyond her years. She suffers (or rather we suffer) from a condition we refer to as the "Maddie Shakes," meaning she is incapable of sitting still for even a moment. She loves to cuddle, but wiggles the entire time. Maddie is my smart, creative, sweet girl, and I don't know what I'd do without her. I tell her frequently that she is very special, because she made me a Mom, which is the best thing ever. &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;My favorite memories of Madeline at age 5:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I thirst for imagination."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her performance in "The King and I"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching how she interacts with her brothers. Always the mother hen, needing reminders that I am the Mommy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her love for animals: I love watching her carry our chickens around like dolls, holding her lizards for the first time, catching frogs with her and then being lectured on the differences between frogs and toads.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love that she creates songs, and has Dan write them down for her. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;She wrote a book in school titled "All About God." She wasn't able to read it to her classmates, but it was quite educational. She also told Myles one day that if he didn't behave, God would send another flood. We nipped that in the bud, but it was impossible not to completely crack up after.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maddie, you're my sweet girl, and I love you so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK - please comment on your favorite "Maddie Moments."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/9220380867569462176-5189053842728190006?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5189053842728190006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5189053842728190006' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5189053842728190006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5189053842728190006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-is-it-possible.html' title='How is it possible?'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SlCN8hKGx8I/AAAAAAAAA18/qso8kvMOQbo/s72-c/carpenters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-8473071343688200206</id><published>2009-06-27T04:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:40:44.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I-800 and a video</title><content type='html'>I came home from work yesterday exhausted and grumpy.  Checked my email one more time and was immediately revitalized by news that our I-800 has been approved!  I was hoping for it to be approved next week or the week after, so to have something happen faster than expected for once was fabulous!  One more step on the US side, which usually takes about two weeks, and then we can move on to the India side of things.  According to our social worker, the India side has been taking about 4 months lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of our I-800, I thought I'd post a video of our little guy, taken by a wonderful family who travelled to get their daughter at the end of May.  They took over a photo album of our family and a small blankie like the ones Max Rup carries around with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-af0a92c0984ea77c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf0a92c0984ea77c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329920494%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE4E4DB6F64B9B688C77FAC805662AFE15361067.101C563C13E3B1F3F6902BDF601571E547235A29%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf0a92c0984ea77c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_Saz1m1Af3dxfzS5FiphPz_GYK4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf0a92c0984ea77c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329920494%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE4E4DB6F64B9B688C77FAC805662AFE15361067.101C563C13E3B1F3F6902BDF601571E547235A29%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf0a92c0984ea77c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_Saz1m1Af3dxfzS5FiphPz_GYK4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-8473071343688200206?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=af0a92c0984ea77c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8473071343688200206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=8473071343688200206' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8473071343688200206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8473071343688200206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-800-and-video.html' title='I-800 and a video'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3211362210908032562</id><published>2009-06-22T19:32:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:05:15.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAaPlQ9mcI/AAAAAAAAA1c/-0G6EXHQU_0/s1600-h/old+and+new+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350305212319766978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAaPlQ9mcI/AAAAAAAAA1c/-0G6EXHQU_0/s400/old+and+new+080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Max's ladybug on Field Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAZ6hy8UDI/AAAAAAAAA1U/hHLyizUyOOI/s1600-h/old+and+new+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350304850611294258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAZ6hy8UDI/AAAAAAAAA1U/hHLyizUyOOI/s400/old+and+new+079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Madeline taking a sip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAZbwZarvI/AAAAAAAAA1M/8OxHhX-fyC0/s1600-h/old+and+new+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350304321954819826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAZbwZarvI/AAAAAAAAA1M/8OxHhX-fyC0/s400/old+and+new+073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Max's classic grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAY_ujUWvI/AAAAAAAAA1E/YsFAXctssoI/s1600-h/old+and+new+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350303840423140082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAY_ujUWvI/AAAAAAAAA1E/YsFAXctssoI/s400/old+and+new+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Isabelle, Madeline, Max, Myles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAYmr4qrCI/AAAAAAAAA08/WwX6KkfI2B8/s1600-h/old+and+new+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350303410210647074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAYmr4qrCI/AAAAAAAAA08/WwX6KkfI2B8/s400/old+and+new+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Myles controlling the hose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAYPS0atHI/AAAAAAAAA00/2k9KNk3Xazw/s1600-h/old+and+new+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350303008344945778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAYPS0atHI/AAAAAAAAA00/2k9KNk3Xazw/s400/old+and+new+085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sharing lunch at Field Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Austin and Max - Red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; Fans for Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350300486466026050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAV8gFoOkI/AAAAAAAAA0k/j3A4qtqWR3E/s400/old+and+new+106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Don't pee on the electric fence!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, I usually don't post those pics, but that one is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the end of June, school is out, we should be spending lots of time at the lake and have lots to tell about. BUT. . . the weather is just not being cooperative. It has rained for what feels like weeks on end. We've only been to the lake once and just for a couple of hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end of Madeline's school year was so fun. On Monday the Kindergarten put on Dinosaur Camp. I brought the boys in and we all had a blast! We dug for real fossils, colored huge dinosaurs, decorated &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dino&lt;/span&gt; cookies, and played ring toss on the triceratops. The boys were well behaved, especially Myles, who fit right into Maddie's class, following all directions and being a big boy. I guess he is ready for school in the fall! Wednesday was field day, and since the boys were so good, they came again. The weather was great, and we spent all day outside on the playground, blowing bubbles, face painting, rockets and planes. . . it was fabulous. Madeline was sad to say goodbye to Mrs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poat&lt;/span&gt;, but is very excited to start next year with her new teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully we'll have lots of lake pictures soon.  For some reason I couldn't move my pictures after they were uploaded.  Sorry for the lack of formatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/9220380867569462176-3211362210908032562?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3211362210908032562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3211362210908032562' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3211362210908032562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3211362210908032562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='Summer!?'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SkAaPlQ9mcI/AAAAAAAAA1c/-0G6EXHQU_0/s72-c/old+and+new+080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5057573227249351429</id><published>2009-06-13T04:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T04:37:39.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3-day walk for breast cancer</title><content type='html'>My friend, Tia, is trying to get together the donations that would allow her to participate in this amazing event.  She has a huge heart, in fact, tonight she and her husband are volunteering their DJ services at a benefit supper for another friend battling Leukemia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have it in your heart and within your means, please consider donating to her cause.  This is the link to her sight.  All proceeds go to breast cancer research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.the3day.org%2Fsite%2FTR%2FWalk%2FBostonEvent%3Fpx%3D2978061%26pg%3Dpersonal%26fr_id%3D1292&amp;amp;h=4f5cd6ae7efa80148ead5f1f76fb4cf8" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://www.the3day.org/site/TR/Walk/BostonEvent?px=2978061&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1292&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.the3day.org%2Fsite%2FTR%2FWalk%2FBostonEvent%3Fpx%3D2978061%26pg%3Dpersonal%26fr_id%3D1292&amp;amp;h=4f5cd6ae7efa80148ead5f1f76fb4cf8" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" __untrusted="true"&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/9220380867569462176-5057573227249351429?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5057573227249351429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5057573227249351429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5057573227249351429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5057573227249351429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-day-walk-for-breast-cancer.html' title='3-day walk for breast cancer'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6447097772886174590</id><published>2009-06-11T09:31:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:21:41.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason Probal Labonte</title><content type='html'>I just talked to my social worker from Dillon. We are still hoping that we may be able to travel by Christmas. I won't be super disappointed if we can't, since my sister is due with her first child on December 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. If we haven't travelled yet, I'll be going to Virginia to be with her! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tami also told me that I could post now, so get ready for a whole bunch of pics covering his first 2 years :) He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;super gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;, and I love his big old grin. We also got a small update this morning. He is sitting without support if he is put in a sitting position, he can stand with support, he is saying a few words and calls his Ayah "aye." All of this is good news for us. I'm not a medical expert in any way, but watching his videos, his legs look straight and strong, so we're hoping we can get him mobile once he gets home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, the much anticipated pictorial debut of Mason:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346065856034808850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjEKkkbMpBI/AAAAAAAAAzc/GqMVo3-hp7o/s400/Probal+Infant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;13 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346066312779331922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjEK_J7k-VI/AAAAAAAAAzk/p3ooFvD6zD4/s400/Probal+smiles+holds+Ayah%27s+hand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346066633130170626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjELRzVK2QI/AAAAAAAAAzs/w9I6Cnhmjso/s400/toothless+grin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This was the first picture we saw of him.  Love at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346067225262260866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjEL0RMdgoI/AAAAAAAAAz0/wstn6Yu0ofo/s400/Probal+(1)+May+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We've heard that he's very attached to his Ayah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346067684636970610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjEMPAf7TnI/AAAAAAAAAz8/cYggvtPcK2U/s400/Probal+curls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I know he looks sad in this one, but look at those curls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346070935134957762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjEPMNjCcMI/AAAAAAAAA0E/lwLA2mZ4TCM/s400/Probal+red+shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Those big, brown eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346071274605086322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjEPf-LBhnI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Q3wFMSLhn5A/s400/Probal+2-09+(pic+3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There's that grin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346072236178461058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjEQX8T-0YI/AAAAAAAAA0U/u1w0UzoXu0k/s400/2009-05-22-Probal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Completely infectious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346072416795197410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjEQidKXf-I/AAAAAAAAA0c/uP3TBvNNObg/s400/Probal+June+9+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He thinks everything is funny :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-6447097772886174590?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6447097772886174590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6447097772886174590' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6447097772886174590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6447097772886174590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/06/mason-probal-labonte.html' title='Mason Probal Labonte'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjEKkkbMpBI/AAAAAAAAAzc/GqMVo3-hp7o/s72-c/Probal+Infant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-1513065678711935247</id><published>2009-06-11T06:42:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:50:45.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I-800A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; our I-800A approval last night. This is what we've been waiting for since February, but got held up because of needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homestudy&lt;/span&gt; changes (that took way too long). This past week was spent being the "squeaky wheel" to make sure that a letter requested by the government didn't take a month and a half to write. It worked, the letter was emailed yesterday, and a couple of hours later, we had our approval! I really expected it to take much longer after they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the letter, so I was thrilled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we officially sign acceptance papers for Mason. Hopefully this will be done before Monday, and then I will be posting almost two years worth of pictures of our sweet boy :) We still have quite a few steps to complete in the process before we can get Mason home, but I feel like there will be progress now. This step took much too long for my taste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homefront&lt;/span&gt;: Madeline is finishing up Kindergarten. Monday I get to go into her class for Dinosaur Camp! She is very excited to dig for trilobite and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alomite&lt;/span&gt; fossils. She and I are making plans for our annual trek to Broadway. They have started "Kid's Night on Broadway" again (thank you, Rosie O'Donnell). There are special events for the kids to attend, and then a kid's ticket is free with the purchase of an adult ticket. We can't decide which shows we want to see. Myles is as sweet as ever. He and Max are still very close, and play together well. Superheroes remain the best thing ever. Max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rup&lt;/span&gt; is talking up a storm. We had a brief foray into potty training, but after two weeks, it seemed clear that he was not ready. We'll try again in the fall (sigh). We are enjoying warm(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) weather, and spending lots of time outside, and in the woods. We can't wait until it's warm enough to be at the lake all the time.  And, of course, pictures: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346028497743942770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjDomB8klHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/tW7eI-glyjs/s400/maddie+auri+austin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Madeline, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Auriana&lt;/span&gt;, Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346026554940660354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjDm08cLGoI/AAAAAAAAAzE/boWhOLiYaBA/s400/lop+hop+kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; annual Lop Hop - a gathering of Indian adoptive families from all over New England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346024687528021170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjDlIPyTjLI/AAAAAAAAAy8/gcNddTNHXKE/s400/maddie+myles+horse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Madeline leading Myles on Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346023862373913650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjDkYN2PFDI/AAAAAAAAAy0/GkRL_p7zaz0/s400/Myles+Max+Kissing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seriously, how sweet are these two?!  I swear this was unprompted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346031521262485154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjDrWBbkPqI/AAAAAAAAAzU/tn7X3BLTlvU/s400/Maddie+salwar+kameez.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Madeline in her new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Salwar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kameez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-1513065678711935247?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1513065678711935247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=1513065678711935247' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1513065678711935247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1513065678711935247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-800a.html' title='I-800A'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SjDomB8klHI/AAAAAAAAAzM/tW7eI-glyjs/s72-c/maddie+auri+austin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6132436230886791616</id><published>2009-05-23T09:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:53:39.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing. . .</title><content type='html'>Our son looks and sounds simply amazing!  Colleen picked up her daughter, Lia Riyani, yesterday and spoiled me big time.  She delivered a photo album of Dan, me and the kids, and a blankie that I made (yes, you read that correctly, my first attempt at using a sewing machine).  At the end of the photo album, each of the kids drew a picture, and we wrote "I love you baby" in Bengali.  The only phrase of the language I know other than Namaste.  I wish I could post pics, but I can't for a couple more weeks.  If you want to see them, give me your email.  The pics Colleen and her hubby took are just amazing.  Even better is this message that she sent me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristy-&lt;br /&gt;We met Probal just a few hours ago! What a hoot he is! Seriously the boy cracked me up the whole time we were there. He is a VERY smiley and happy boy. The ayahs there said he is always like that talking and laughing (we went upstairs to see the newborns and we could hear him from there! The ayah said 'Ah, there's Probal again!). We were in the room with him for about 20 minutes talking to the ayahs and he wanted us to look at him the whole time! We gave them the book and they went through it with him while we were there taking pics of the other kiddos. They had him kiss the pictures of Mommy and Daddy and the ayahs loved the Bengali at the end!! They were telling him about his sister and brothers. He kept trying to bite the book! The ayahs said 'Oh very nice blanket!'They said he doesn't stand on his own yet (She actually said 'No, not yet.'). The crib he was in was quite small so I'm not sure if that has anything to do with it (I don't know if he's in there all the time though or just today). He had his legs sticking out through the crib slats and was kicking them around. We took many pictures of him (and have at least one great one of him smiling and laughing) and a bit of video as well. We'll get it into sendable form asap! He will certainly keep you on your toes but I think you will have a great time with him!&lt;br /&gt;~ Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going to fit in perfectly.  My kids are known for their infectious laughs :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-6132436230886791616?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6132436230886791616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6132436230886791616' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6132436230886791616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6132436230886791616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing.html' title='Amazing. . .'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6994896934904358740</id><published>2009-05-12T08:32:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:59:31.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SgluUQcSTOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/7ORPB8XWsGo/s1600-h/chicks+332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334916527887109346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SgluUQcSTOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/7ORPB8XWsGo/s400/chicks+332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline loves her critters. Doesn't matter what kind, what shape, how slimy or smelly. She loves them. Today she was able to bring our new baby chicks into her classroom. She chose three: a broiler, a laying hen, and a bantam. She did such a nice job telling her classmates about the differences, and she was so proud. I was a little proud too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334917392061702370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SglvGjvkIOI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tTOzsFB_BSs/s400/chicks+328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline and Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poat&lt;/span&gt; showing the chicks.  Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Poat&lt;/span&gt; is also a huge animal lover.  Maddie will miss her next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334917012770218914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SgluwexbY6I/AAAAAAAAAyI/4AhqQe9Jhso/s400/chicks+329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Look at all those kids smiling!  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334916772180809250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SgluiegcViI/AAAAAAAAAyA/PIoxiXOtszc/s400/chicks+334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334920811954828978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SglyNn1n9rI/AAAAAAAAAyY/cr8TI_uy5-A/s400/pigs+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Pigs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-6994896934904358740?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6994896934904358740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6994896934904358740' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6994896934904358740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6994896934904358740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicks.html' title='chicks'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SgluUQcSTOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/7ORPB8XWsGo/s72-c/chicks+332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-7892868787434940603</id><published>2009-05-10T07:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:25:11.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sga5DfX9wuI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3nAYSpdLDWk/s1600-h/myles%27+4th+bday+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334154278279693026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sga5DfX9wuI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3nAYSpdLDWk/s400/myles%27+4th+bday+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All set to save thew world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sga41OQAIXI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Y0Y2FqNz548/s1600-h/myles%27+4th+bday+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334154033164722546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sga41OQAIXI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Y0Y2FqNz548/s400/myles%27+4th+bday+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mimi was right, being a superhero &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; serious business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sga4lMujgRI/AAAAAAAAAxg/u5EIQFohwxw/s1600-h/myles%27+4th+bday+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334153757878092050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sga4lMujgRI/AAAAAAAAAxg/u5EIQFohwxw/s400/myles%27+4th+bday+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spiderman Swim Gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sga4QjqPkBI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8DBGraBg1BE/s1600-h/myles%27+4th+bday+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334153403256770578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sga4QjqPkBI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8DBGraBg1BE/s400/myles%27+4th+bday+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Labonte "Eaters"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(We have no idea how we'll afford to feed them when they are all teenagers)&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-7892868787434940603?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7892868787434940603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=7892868787434940603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7892868787434940603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7892868787434940603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-pics.html' title='Birthday pics'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sga5DfX9wuI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3nAYSpdLDWk/s72-c/myles%27+4th+bday+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6454651631386092383</id><published>2009-05-09T06:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:15:54.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday, Myles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SgVff2l_lSI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/7dDmZarNi2A/s1600-h/325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333774334525674786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SgVff2l_lSI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/7dDmZarNi2A/s400/325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All mothers know that time goes by much too quickly. I cannot believe this little boy is 4! He will start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PreK&lt;/span&gt; in the fall. I remember when he was born - he loves to hear about how he peed on the doctor before they even cut the umbilical cord. He weighed 6lbs 15oz, and they joked that if he had just held it for a minute he would have been 7lbs even. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things I want to remember about Myles at age 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the way he says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afweep&lt;/span&gt; instead of asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-how he is such a sweet big brother to Max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rup&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-him being so proud to pee standing up (and my dismay when he realized he can control the direction of the spray).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-his adamant insistence that superheroes MUST go commando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-his infectious giggle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt; dimples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-he still likes to go on "dates" with mom (and then falls asleep).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-he is all boy - superheroes, bugs, cars, and motorcycles. But sometimes he surprises us. Like when he came out the other day wearing "eye polish" (mascara).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-his "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you too, Mama."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Myles. You are my sweet, sensitive hero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;FAMILY AND FRIENDS:  in the comments leave any cute stuff you remember about Myles this year.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-6454651631386092383?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6454651631386092383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6454651631386092383' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6454651631386092383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6454651631386092383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-4th-birthday-myles.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday, Myles!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SgVff2l_lSI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/7dDmZarNi2A/s72-c/325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5172412537351138374</id><published>2009-04-13T19:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:51:21.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SePUBrhiuQI/AAAAAAAAAxI/mo8krgzmiec/s1600-h/more+easter+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324332309810428162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SePUBrhiuQI/AAAAAAAAAxI/mo8krgzmiec/s400/more+easter+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dillon still hasn't recieved our homestudy with the necessary changes. For the fourth time today I've heard that it would be done "by the end of the day." It's been an entire month. So I'm blogging as a form of therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two amazing things about today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My father-in-law turned 70 today. You would never guess him to look at him. (By the way, I am blessed with the sweetest in-laws ever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Two years ago today we saw Max Rup's face for the first time. I remember every second of the call from Tami. For some reason she had my parents' number listed as ours, and we just happen to be down there that night. I even answered the phone. I thought it was a call about our I 171-H since I had just faxed it to her the night before. I couldn't believe it was our referral. It was a Friday and she told us to think about it and review his info with our doctor, but I decided the minute his face popped up on our computer screen. He was (and is) the cutest little guy I'd ever seen. I called my in-laws that night, rambled on about Max Rup, and forgot to with my father-in-law a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a busy Easter weekend. Mimi was home which makes everything more special. Mimi cannot believe how much my children eat. She can't believe (and finds exhausting) how much Madeline wiggles - constantly. And I'm pretty sure she needed a vacation from the 5 nieces and nephews by the time she got on the plane ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics and videos -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324329902906189362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SePR1lG2pjI/AAAAAAAAAw4/nE4uTvxStOc/s400/more+easter+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nana and two tired grandbabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324329899936385570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SePR1aCzCiI/AAAAAAAAAww/7qfdbXwgXK0/s400/more+easter+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5 Grandchildren (and one far away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324329906065412514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SePR1w4EkaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/JNb--KjEQ18/s400/more+easter+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"The Finley Girls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jaime, Meagan, Kristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-22a5b703c7477e73" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22a5b703c7477e73%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329920494%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DEC463FF971B1EC7C21A6516C10B6704126E87A.9221275418FADCD1C8C03A0E71A02E483994636%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22a5b703c7477e73%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc6jWup8MU-sg1LhrgHBFwIuA2GM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22a5b703c7477e73%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329920494%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DEC463FF971B1EC7C21A6516C10B6704126E87A.9221275418FADCD1C8C03A0E71A02E483994636%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22a5b703c7477e73%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc6jWup8MU-sg1LhrgHBFwIuA2GM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/9220380867569462176-5172412537351138374?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=22a5b703c7477e73&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5172412537351138374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5172412537351138374' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5172412537351138374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5172412537351138374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-therapy.html' title='Blogging Therapy'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SePUBrhiuQI/AAAAAAAAAxI/mo8krgzmiec/s72-c/more+easter+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-8449873791453831992</id><published>2009-04-12T07:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:55:14.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coombs Gang Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SeHWMpNHyVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/K5OPhmmJH3w/s1600-h/easter+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323771747236301138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SeHWMpNHyVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/K5OPhmmJH3w/s400/easter+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is nearly the entire Coombs clan.  The vast majority of us are together for every holiday and sometimes "just because."  We were so thankful to all be together last night.  The only ones missing are Cody, Taylor, and Tom.  Special thanks to Molly's friend for coming over to snap the pic (none of us know how to use the timer functions on our cameras).  :)&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/9220380867569462176-8449873791453831992?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8449873791453831992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=8449873791453831992' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8449873791453831992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8449873791453831992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/04/coombs-gang-picture.html' title='Coombs Gang Picture'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SeHWMpNHyVI/AAAAAAAAAwY/K5OPhmmJH3w/s72-c/easter+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-1756755949613855425</id><published>2009-04-09T08:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:19:06.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Pics</title><content type='html'>These two are so cute together.  They are best buddies, and Myles is a very good big brother to Max Rup.  Max is at the stage where he copies everything Myles says and does.  They just adore each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sd3lw1rGbUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xWmCD0Cj4Vw/s1600-h/kids+march+%2709+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322662961826131266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sd3lw1rGbUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xWmCD0Cj4Vw/s400/kids+march+%2709+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sd3lYvZyx6I/AAAAAAAAAv4/iMQ5Z7XHZpU/s1600-h/kids+march+%2709+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322662547826067362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sd3lYvZyx6I/AAAAAAAAAv4/iMQ5Z7XHZpU/s400/kids+march+%2709+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two pictures were taken by Myles.  He thinks it's hilarious that he caught me with my tongue out, and is very proud that we're putting it on the blog.  (I'll truly do anything for my kids :)  ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322664259238110386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sd3m8W6OJLI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/G7IREVxXJBs/s400/kids+march+%2709+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322663843512265746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sd3mkKNdLBI/AAAAAAAAAwI/JlUXjHcZdMc/s400/kids+march+%2709+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Miss Maddie helping out with the Laundry&lt;br /&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/9220380867569462176-1756755949613855425?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1756755949613855425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=1756755949613855425' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1756755949613855425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1756755949613855425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/04/cute-pics.html' title='Cute Pics'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/Sd3lw1rGbUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xWmCD0Cj4Vw/s72-c/kids+march+%2709+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6551131755173794012</id><published>2009-03-28T12:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:38:04.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SdAFrPeuMwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/G56OTu5Qyd8/s1600-h/3-29-08+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318757400372458242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SdAFrPeuMwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/G56OTu5Qyd8/s400/3-29-08+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Myles the Rock Star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SdAFbnNVGmI/AAAAAAAAAvo/vL10BI8-E8k/s1600-h/3-29-08+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318757131864054370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SdAFbnNVGmI/AAAAAAAAAvo/vL10BI8-E8k/s400/3-29-08+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie - Pretty in Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SdAFJWaPDuI/AAAAAAAAAvg/n58z4eAcBD8/s1600-h/3-29-08+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318756818117136098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SdAFJWaPDuI/AAAAAAAAAvg/n58z4eAcBD8/s400/3-29-08+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Max Rup - a rare serious moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SdAE4ja-X5I/AAAAAAAAAvY/WThGzwBp00g/s1600-h/3-29-08+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318756529552121746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SdAE4ja-X5I/AAAAAAAAAvY/WThGzwBp00g/s400/3-29-08+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rockin' out in his undies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SdAEsjgx1vI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/HJ2w0-CKe9I/s1600-h/3-29-08+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318756323418035954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SdAEsjgx1vI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/HJ2w0-CKe9I/s400/3-29-08+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's got the greatest belly laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little update on Mason. I haven't been blogging a lot about it, or doing much online adoption stuff because it seems to make things harder. It is easier if I just don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delay right now is that our homestudy needed significant changes. It did not meet Hague criteria and would not have met the I-800a guidelines. We are very happy that Dillon caught this before it was sent out. An email requesting the changes was sent the 13th of March. I was told by the homestudy provider that the changes would be made by the 26th at the latest. I have not heard anything since. I am frustrated since our homestudy provider is also hague accredited and had already approved our homestudy. I am frustrated that the changes have taken so long. As soon as our homestudy is approved I can have our Dossier sent out within two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we have felt with the homestudy agency is that we never really get the whole story. We get little bits of info, but you can tell there's more that they aren't saying. Maybe this is just my perception, but it is how we've felt. The fabulous thing about Dillon is that we always feel fully informed. If they know, we know, and if they don't know, but we want to know, they'll try to find out. The response time in communication is amazing with Dillon. Mom asked me the other day if I regretted starting our journey with the agency that we did. I'm frustrated with them, but I also think that we were led down this path for a reason. If we hadn't started with them, I'm almost positive that we would not have ended up with Mason, so I absolutely don't regret it. This is just part of our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The euphoria of seeing our little guy for the first time is wearing off and the wait is starting to get to me. I'm nervous about the changes in the process - I like things to be predictable. Not exciting, but that is what is going on in a nutshell. We hurry up on our end, and then wait for everyone else (sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myles will be registering for Pre-K on Friday. I can't believe he's old enough for that! He's been quite the Mama's boy lately, so I hope he does ok. Max Rup's new thing is "I don't like. . . " The other night I came home from work, and he was WAY overtired and very cranky. I went to pick him up and he yelled, "Don't touch me! I don't like you!" Sad for a mom to hear, but really pretty funny. He also likes to show off, make sure people are watching and then ask, "Was that a good one?" He's a riot. Maddie is reading like crazy now! By the end of the schoolyear the kids are supposed to be at a level 4. She's reading at a level 8-9 right now! She's so smart, and it is so fun to have her read to me and the boys. We're very proud of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9220380867569462176-6551131755173794012?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6551131755173794012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6551131755173794012' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6551131755173794012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6551131755173794012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/03/delays.html' title='Delays'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SdAFrPeuMwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/G56OTu5Qyd8/s72-c/3-29-08+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3408383017369229060</id><published>2009-03-15T06:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:12:22.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has GOT to be close!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pussy willows&lt;/span&gt; are a sure sign of spring. I learned this from my Nana. Nana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; us that it was very important to teacher to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pussy willows&lt;/span&gt; on their desk in spring. And Nana made sure that her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; were the first to bring them in to the teachers. I remember carrying a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pussy willows&lt;/span&gt; to school with their bottoms wrapped in wet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;paper towels&lt;/span&gt;. I was always so proud to present such an important gift. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that Madeline is in school, we will carry on this tradition. We have two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pussy willow&lt;/span&gt; trees in our yard that are pretty ragged-looking, but still produce enough buds for the teachers (I plan on trying to get a sprig of them to root and plant more this summer). So the other day we went out in the 5 degree weather and cut some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pussy willows&lt;/span&gt; for Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Poat&lt;/span&gt;. It didn't feel like spring, but we KNOW it is on it's way!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313365775549241762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SbzeBX1UmaI/AAAAAAAAAvE/JFYNPIaSBbk/s400/20071227_182506_pussywillow01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as an adoption update (for those that understand the lingo):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have completed app 1 and 2 with Dillon. They will review and approve (we're assuming) our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;homestudy&lt;/span&gt;, and then we can finally send in our I-800a. We are also working on our Dossier, which should be completed within 2 weeks assuming other people cooperate with my timeline :). Once this is done we can sign the acceptance papers for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Probol&lt;/span&gt; and then I can post his picture! We were given a short, very recent video of him by a friend whose husband traveled to get their daughter in February. He looks very strong and very happy! My friend's husband described him as quite the little ham, so he should fit in well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those unfamiliar with the lingo - we're knocking out the steps that we have control over pretty quickly, but after our paperwork is done on this end, we need a lot of things to happen in India. The central adoption agency needs to give us what's called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;NOC&lt;/span&gt;, then we need to apply for an I-800 which is new and a bit unpredictable, and then we have to be assigned guardianship by an unpredictable judge, then we need his passport. In short, it's still a long haul. We're doing well with the wait so far, but this is subject to change at any moment :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-3408383017369229060?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3408383017369229060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3408383017369229060' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3408383017369229060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3408383017369229060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-has-got-to-be-close.html' title='Spring has GOT to be close!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SbzeBX1UmaI/AAAAAAAAAvE/JFYNPIaSBbk/s72-c/20071227_182506_pussywillow01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-8409733793975766568</id><published>2009-03-10T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:36:38.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Letters Campaign - Adoption Journal'/><title type='text'>Good Music, Good Family, Good Cause. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-844" title="dooley-badge-180x180" height="180" alt="dooley-badge-180x180" src="http://abbafund.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/dooley-badge-180x180.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mentioned this family on my blog before. Pam and Joel adopted their son, Micah, from the same children's home that Max Rup is from. Pam spoke with me at length on the phone just before we travelled and allowed me to ask all the question I hadn't dared to ask anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are now in the process of adopting domestically. Like a lot of us, they have been impacted by the lovely economy, but they feel that God is calling them to do this, and they are pushing forward as finances allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam has organized a wonderful benefit concert featuring the gentleman above. there will be a live feed on her website, &lt;a href="http://theplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join me on the 15th of March at 7pm to enjoy some great, family-friendly music, and an opportunity to support adoption as a way of building families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/" border="0" mce_href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/"&gt;&lt;img title="Red Letters Campaign -- Adoption Journals" src="http://images.redletterscampaign.com/rlc_adoption_blog_badge_1.jpg" border="0" padding="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-8409733793975766568?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8409733793975766568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=8409733793975766568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8409733793975766568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8409733793975766568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-music-good-family-good-cause.html' title='Good Music, Good Family, Good Cause. . .'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-1104644001003232087</id><published>2009-02-24T18:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:18:53.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very important announcement</title><content type='html'>I know that ever since viewing the video clips of Madeline's production of "The King and I" everyone has been all a-buzz about what her next major role would involve :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline will be appearing in the Massoula Theater Company's production of "Robin Hood." Her major role: a skunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Massoula Theater is a children's theater that comes to our school yearly. They have auditions and rehearse intensely all week (skunks only need to be there twice for 2 hours each, but some kids are there for 4 hours a night, and all day Saturday). Then they perform twice on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of kids auditioning this year so we made sure to remind Maddie that she is only in Kindergarten, and if she didn't get a role next year, she could try again next year. I wasn't really worried about her being upset - she's just not that kind of girl. BUT, we were thrilled when she got a part. She's a cutie, and she was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the boys sat through almost two hours of auditions without fussing or crying at all. That is HUGE! Good job, Myles and Max Rup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-1104644001003232087?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1104644001003232087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=1104644001003232087' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1104644001003232087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1104644001003232087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-important-announcement.html' title='Very important announcement'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6004949082643919933</id><published>2009-02-18T10:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:31:51.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Love Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>Many people dread this superstiscious day, but not us.  Over the past two years it's brought us two of the four biggest blessings we've ever recieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed pretty quickly around here.  On Wednesday we were told that the little girl we had been pursuing was no longer available.  We were disappointed, but knew that God had other plans for us.  Well, we didn't think those plans would reveal themselves so quickly. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday our social worker from when we adopted Max Rup posted an email to our forum about a little boy that she really wanted to find a home for.  We poured over his information all weekend.  He's almost 8 months younger than Max Rup, and this guy's grin can light up a room!   We met with our Doc on Monday, and despite some unknowns we called Tami (our social worker again - yay!) and told her we were in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Probal.  We'll call him Mason and keep Probal as his middle name.  We are unable to post his picture until we go through some paperwork steps (sorry).  Trust me - he's to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tami spoke to the amazing woman who runs ISRC (the childrens home in Kolkata).  Anju was so happy that Probal is being adopted by Max Rup's family.  Anju told Tami that it was "God's Blessing."  We completely agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we learned about Max Rup on Friday April 13, 2007, and Mason Probal on Friday, February 13, 2009.  Pretty Good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright - back to paperwork - there will be plenty of that in the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-6004949082643919933?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6004949082643919933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6004949082643919933' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6004949082643919933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6004949082643919933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-we-love-friday-13th.html' title='Why We Love Friday the 13th'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-8727095291007404964</id><published>2009-02-17T06:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:55:14.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Fact</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know Maddie, she's full of random comments and odd facts that she learns from her nature shows and books.  Yesterday's random fact, told to my sister at the breakfast table: "Aunt Moo Moo, did you know that when you eat honey, you're eating bee vomit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous!  I love that girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-8727095291007404964?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8727095291007404964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=8727095291007404964' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8727095291007404964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/8727095291007404964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-fact.html' title='Random Fact'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-684417123239103718</id><published>2009-02-10T14:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:58:42.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I just got a phone call from our worker at MAPS.  The little girl that we have been pursuing is no longer available.  I asked what happened and was told that she didn't really have a good answer.  She was speaking to their in-country representative about us being matched with this girl and the representative informed her that she was no longer available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed (to minimize), but we know that this is just God pointing us in a different direction.  We continue to be open to a range of ages and abilities, so we'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-684417123239103718?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/684417123239103718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=684417123239103718' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/684417123239103718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/684417123239103718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-7088283472257022624</id><published>2009-02-05T11:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:11:23.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just hadn't posted in a while . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not much is going on up here.  We are enjoying some great skiing weather, and Maddie started swim lessons.  We started her in level 3, but due to her freespiritedness she is now in level 2.  She is way into the social aspect, not so much into the learning part.  We love her for it.  We signed Myles up for Peewee basketball.  It didn't work out well.  He stayed in the same spot for 20 minutes as all of the lines moved around him. When the coach tried to engage him, he held up his hand and said, "I have a Spiderman writsband."  And then went back to his statuesque pose.   And Max Rup is just a chatterbox now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We also took the kids to Disney on Ice last week.  It was ok.  Max loved it, and still talks about the big crocodile eating Captain Hook.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's about it.  Here are some pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SYsXk_hwqMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/YI1C-pJrC6k/s1600-h/Christmas+08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299355310827284674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SYsXk_hwqMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/YI1C-pJrC6k/s400/Christmas+08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Myles was reading to Max Rup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SYsXCWG1qKI/AAAAAAAAAu0/iPwOs9XA-hE/s1600-h/aunt+mimi+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299354715592960162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SYsXCWG1qKI/AAAAAAAAAu0/iPwOs9XA-hE/s400/aunt+mimi+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those dimples just kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SYsWVxI6R8I/AAAAAAAAAus/BdbRcxNUM9Y/s1600-h/aunt+mimi+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299353949755295682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SYsWVxI6R8I/AAAAAAAAAus/BdbRcxNUM9Y/s400/aunt+mimi+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having Mimi and Tom home made it finally feel like Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SYsV-9DZD6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/yxCgv55magQ/s1600-h/aunt+mimi+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299353557816381346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SYsV-9DZD6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/yxCgv55magQ/s400/aunt+mimi+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls at the surprise 30th.  Ugh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9220380867569462176-7088283472257022624?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7088283472257022624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=7088283472257022624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7088283472257022624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7088283472257022624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-hadnt-posted-in-while.html' title='Just hadn&apos;t posted in a while . . .'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SYsXk_hwqMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/YI1C-pJrC6k/s72-c/Christmas+08+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-7894503564976746121</id><published>2009-01-22T11:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:09:38.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>According to our resident superhero expert, part of being a superhero is "going commando."  Good to know, Myles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-7894503564976746121?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7894503564976746121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=7894503564976746121' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7894503564976746121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7894503564976746121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/01/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5589383597239101644</id><published>2009-01-08T09:53:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:47:35.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Family, and the New Year</title><content type='html'>It's certainly been a while since I've posted.  Our laptop is not being cooperative lately.  It's  been pretty busy with the holidays around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 22nd, my Uncle was in a serious car accident.  He scared us pretty bad, but he's on the mend now, doing rehab at a nursing home, which we jab him about often.  Max Rup worries about him, often reminding us randomly that Uncle Mike has booboos in a sad little voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve we gather at my folks house.  This year was more quiet than usual.  Uncle Dennis, Aunt Nancy, Corey, Carrie and their crews all spent the holiday in DisneyWorld!  Uncle Mike's family obviously spent that day with him at the hospital.  And this was my sister's first Christmas away from home.  We enjoyed the company that was there, but Meagan, Mom and I kept saying, "this just isn't the same."  So no more vacations or accidents at Christmas time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a lovely surprise that evening.  We heard bells ringing, and couldn't figure out where they were coming from.  We looked outside to see part of our extended family all decked out and Carolling!!  My parents live on a dead end road, and these folks live two houses down.  Carol, Louise, Jeannie, Albert, John and his family were adorable, and it was very touching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was just the five of us at home.  Myles was very into Santa Clause this year, and was so happy that he came!  We enjoyed a quiet morning enjoying the new toys and then got dressed in our new clothes.  Auriana was upset with Santa.  Can you believe that he only put one thing in Austin's stocking!  Why would he put lots of stuff in Auri's and only one in Austin's?  Austin was a good boy - why would Santa be so unfair?  She's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finley Christmas was as entertaining as ever with a Yankee Swap as the main event.  It's always good to get that whole gang together!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after Christmas, we were all able to gather at Dan's folks.  We only got to see Uncle John for a few minutes, but Cameron got to stay, and we always love spending time with Uncle Paul, Aunt Missy, Peter, and Olivia.  We still wish they lived closer.  The kids get along so well with each other.  We enjoyed snowball fights, fort building, and of course some hot cocoa once inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every season we feel so lucky to be part of amazing, loving families.  We thank God for a reason to celebrate the love that we get to experience every day.&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, here's some pics of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY5cdlBP3I/AAAAAAAAAt8/b4KJY9KThaw/s1600-h/aunt+mimi+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288977973532245874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY5cdlBP3I/AAAAAAAAAt8/b4KJY9KThaw/s400/aunt+mimi+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Kissing Cousins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY43DdAe7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/cLmA4N_v4b4/s1600-h/aunt+mimi+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288977330864159666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY43DdAe7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/cLmA4N_v4b4/s400/aunt+mimi+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Auri thanking Maddie for her India doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY4WtaH9DI/AAAAAAAAAts/QlT23VG4CkY/s1600-h/Christmas+08+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976775190672434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY4WtaH9DI/AAAAAAAAAts/QlT23VG4CkY/s400/Christmas+08+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Snowball fights at Grammy and Grampy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY3yIZbBQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/raBYaZxe6D8/s1600-h/Christmas+08+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288976146780325122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY3yIZbBQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/raBYaZxe6D8/s400/Christmas+08+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The older kids enjoying "kerplunk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY3HUXxj9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/3znLVwDxHrk/s1600-h/Christmas+08+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288975411260264402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY3HUXxj9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/3znLVwDxHrk/s400/Christmas+08+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Max Rup's new blankie from Louise.  He LOVES it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY2huiN0ZI/AAAAAAAAAtU/oyzTnUmY1OY/s1600-h/Christmas+08+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288974765448352146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY2huiN0ZI/AAAAAAAAAtU/oyzTnUmY1OY/s400/Christmas+08+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Max Rup and Papa Winnie visiting Uncle Mike.  These two adore each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWYgefZYmNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/IEcFCoc1nTA/s1600-h/Christmas+08+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288950520589359314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWYgefZYmNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/IEcFCoc1nTA/s400/Christmas+08+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The guitar was a huge hit.  Maddie is becoming quite musical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWYVEkaZGzI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hUomsLWniuU/s1600-h/Christmas+08+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288937980631259954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWYVEkaZGzI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hUomsLWniuU/s400/Christmas+08+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Max Rup and Daddy.  I love this pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWYUfSd1mMI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SZpZkkdtk6w/s1600-h/Christmas+08+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288937340158712002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWYUfSd1mMI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SZpZkkdtk6w/s400/Christmas+08+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three amazing male role models for my children.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWYUBwTTkkI/AAAAAAAAAs0/l5V1eCNkvpY/s1600-h/Christmas+08+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288936832771527234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWYUBwTTkkI/AAAAAAAAAs0/l5V1eCNkvpY/s400/Christmas+08+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The 5 grandkids:  Max Rup, Auriana, Austin, Madeline, Myles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-5589383597239101644?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5589383597239101644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5589383597239101644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5589383597239101644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5589383597239101644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-family-and-new-year.html' title='Christmas, Family, and the New Year'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SWY5cdlBP3I/AAAAAAAAAt8/b4KJY9KThaw/s72-c/aunt+mimi+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5516799376765681930</id><published>2008-12-13T12:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:37:21.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Regards to Others. . .</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Heidi and Erin. They are going to have a baby, and have finally given me permission to blab :) I don't do secrets well :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my friend and fellow Dillon Mom, Pam, is working to expand her family once again through a domestic adoption. She is selling these gorgeous cards to assist with the funding. These would make great Christmas gifts, and would be great to have on hand for those special occassions that sneak up on all of us. The cost is $6.50 per set, 6 cards to a set. To order, email &lt;a href="mailto:pamidoodles1@yahoo.com"&gt;pamidoodles1@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; Also, check out the blog of the lovely family you'll be helping at &lt;a href="http://www.theplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.theplacecalledhome.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279328908693207474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SUPxq98b-bI/AAAAAAAAAhg/5DGLzpfLCK8/s400/cardsetI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279329122824914418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SUPx3bpahfI/AAAAAAAAAho/zYqoHGorA68/s400/cardsetII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9220380867569462176-5516799376765681930?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5516799376765681930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5516799376765681930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5516799376765681930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5516799376765681930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-regards-to-others.html' title='In Regards to Others. . .'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SUPxq98b-bI/AAAAAAAAAhg/5DGLzpfLCK8/s72-c/cardsetI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-554214025647747585</id><published>2008-12-09T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:46:35.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to add. . .</title><content type='html'>Maddie's music teacher sent this to us after school today.  I couldn't resist sharing.  Just call me "Mama Rose"  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a short note to let you know that I asked Maddeline how her playwent. She asked if she could sing one of the songs. Her classmates( and I)loved it so much they asked her to sing it again so I asked her to singwith a mic since I had my PA set up. She is a star, what a gift she has ,like her parents!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-554214025647747585?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/554214025647747585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=554214025647747585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/554214025647747585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/554214025647747585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/12/had-to-add.html' title='Had to add. . .'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-1159351365311307560</id><published>2008-12-06T08:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:38:52.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Star is Born"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/ST6KXFH9YeI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/1UdepyDvInw/s1600-h/diva+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277807942441984482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/ST6KXFH9YeI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/1UdepyDvInw/s400/diva+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madeline made her theatrical debut in "The King and I." She played "Ying," the youngest daughter on stage. She was so ridiculously cute! Before the show she showed me all around backstage, and introduced me to her little theater friends. She was right on cue with every one of her parts, and spoke loudly and clearly (and very sweetly). I went to see her at intermission (to tell her I had to leave to take Myles to the ER - ugh). She was in a little Diva huff that the King had skipped one of her parts. "He always forget that line." The others assured her that he would remember the next night (which he did). I loved seeing Maddie on stage with my best friend too. Hannah played "Anna" and did such a fabulous job. I was so proud of both of my girls :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277806600420596706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/ST6JI9tIG-I/AAAAAAAAAhI/LOoC2yxNyNE/s400/diva2+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277803924492876546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/ST6GtNGPewI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5JUtDI9k7Pk/s400/diva2+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first time Dan and I left the boys with an actual babysitter. Usually my mom or sister or aunt watch them when we need someone, but of course they all wanted to be at Madeline's debut. The show had barely started when my cell phone (appropriately set to vibrate) went off. Myles had fallen into the piano bench and was bleeding quite a bit. My mom went to check on him and at intermission came back and said she thought we should probably get it checked out. He had a nasty gash on his lip, but more concerning were his top teeth and gums which were really swollen and black. So, off we went to the ER. Myles was very brave, and was way more interested in what all of the instruments were that in his injuries. He was all smiles, and charmed the pants off of the nurses. Those dimples will do it every time. In the end, no stitches were needed, dentist said the teeth might not fall out on their own, but that's no big deal, and he &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; stole Maddie's thunder. When you're a true &lt;em&gt;diva&lt;/em&gt; like Madeline, you don't let anyone outshine you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, two comments on the video.  This is my first time posting one, so I hope they work and I can't figure out how to flip the first one.  And on the first one, I was laughing and couldn't hold the camera still.  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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=1159351365311307560' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1159351365311307560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1159351365311307560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/12/star-is-born.html' title='&quot;A Star is Born&quot;'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/ST6KXFH9YeI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/1UdepyDvInw/s72-c/diva+074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-6151667721152560684</id><published>2008-11-28T13:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:04:55.057-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Letters Campaign - Adoption Journal'/><title type='text'>So Much to be Thankful For</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/STA_06M_iFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/y_rVfzmjS_A/s1600-h/LovelyFallDay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273785341860350034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/STA_06M_iFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/y_rVfzmjS_A/s400/LovelyFallDay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always look forward to the beginning of the Holiday season, but this year it has been extra special for us. Last year we were waiting for Max Rup's passport. We had been waiting for it since October 2nd. I wanted my baby home for his first birthday, and was thinking that it was not going to happen. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I was not with any of my children on Thanksgiving, but it was still a wonderful day. We were boarding a plane for India to get my son. This year Thanksgiving is also Max Rup's first "Gotcha Day." We've had him in our arms for one year. It amazes me because I remember it like it was yesterday, but it also feels like he's been with us forever. We expected to deal with adjustment and attachment issues. We saw none. He just simply fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we had a quiet Thanksgiving with Dan's parents. We watched our video footage of ISRC, which Max Rup was not interested in at all. It is also very close to Max Rup's birthday, so we celebrated that as well. When asked who's birthday it is he says "Max Woop" When asked how old he will be "two! (very loudly and exuberantly) When asked what he wants for his birthday "happy cake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammie made sure he got his "happy cake" and he really just wanted "happy frosting." He continues to be my smallest and loudest child by far. We all love him to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obviously most thankful for my amazing immediate and extended family. I don't know many families these days that are as close as ours is and who truly enjoy being together. I also have the three greatest kids ever and I'm thankful for their good health. I am thankful that this year we will enjoy the entire holiday season together, relaxed, and enjoying the preparations. I am thankful that this year I am so much happier in my job than I was a year ago. I know a lot of it was from the stress of waiting. When I went back to work I felt so refreshed and ready to deal with whatever came - I'm glad what came was positive change for a place I'm proud to work for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken at our neighbor's house. We love to visit Peggy and all of the animals. The boys LOVED the turkeys. And yes, they did become someone's dinner yesterday. I love that we occassionally have the peacocks (in the picture above) in our backyard. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273783019795822626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/STA9tv1quCI/AAAAAAAAAgo/T9nxehFhubE/s400/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273783984680997778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/STA-l6UOE5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/U79lhME1jsY/s400/Big+Boys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/" border="0" mce_href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/"&gt;&lt;img title="Red Letters Campaign -- Adoption Journals" src="http://images.redletterscampaign.com/rlc_adoption_blog_badge_1.jpg" border="0" padding="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-6151667721152560684?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6151667721152560684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=6151667721152560684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6151667721152560684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/6151667721152560684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-much-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='So Much to be Thankful For'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/STA_06M_iFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/y_rVfzmjS_A/s72-c/LovelyFallDay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-7713767782459875364</id><published>2008-11-26T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:28:46.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Letters Campaign - Adoption Journal'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on Birthmoms</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Max Rup's first "Gotcha Day."  I know some folks don't use this name, but I find it sweet and simple and endearing.  I didn't want to call it family day since we were a family before Max Rup, and we're a family while waiting for Mehrunissa.  OK, back to the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked on Max Rup's lifebook.  I'm a gal that needs a deadline, and Gotcha Day as well as his birthday kicked me into gear!  As I began putting it together, I started to get really emotional thinking about the amazing young woman who made the hardest decision of her life to put Max Rup in our family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it's not like I had never thought about her before,in my career I've spoken to birthmoms about their sacrifice, spoken to women who have made other choices for their unborn children. I have read the literature, and have lways had a healthy amount of respect for birthmoms,but I got really emotional about it tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this perfect little boy.  He is so happy, playful, smart, funny - just plain amazing - but she doesn't know that.  It's one of those things about international adoption - there is no openness.  When we began this process I thought that would make it easier on us as parents.  I think I was wrong.  I would give anything to be able to meet this woman who gave my son life.  It wouldn't even need to be that.  I wish I could just somehow let her know how wonderful he is doing.  That he is loved tremendously and will always be taken care of.  I also want her to know that we will not let him forget her.  He will know that she made a very brave decision because she loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tuhina, if by some miracle you are reading this - we share an amazing little boy who destroyed my keyboard the other day my dumping orange juice all over it and then rubbing it in.  He's very thorough :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/" mce_href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src=" http://images.redletterscampaign.com/rlc_adoption_blog_badge_1.jpg" title="Red Letters Campaign -- Adoption Journals" padding="3" 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/9220380867569462176-7713767782459875364?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7713767782459875364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=7713767782459875364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7713767782459875364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7713767782459875364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-on-birthmoms.html' title='Thoughts on Birthmoms'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-315474938219279065</id><published>2008-11-14T10:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:24:10.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Cute Stuff</title><content type='html'>Just some cute happenings that I don't want to forget as my kiddos grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maddie voted for Obama in the mock election at school.  I asked her how she chose him.  "He's brown like Max, so I figured that was a good thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Max was hugging Maddie on the couch the other day saying, "Maddie Pretty" over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Myles, "I love that you're my Momma."&lt;br /&gt;      The same night I told him that he could not have another brownie, that it was almost bedtime and his only choice was water.  I was giving Max a nebulizer treatment, and Myles comes in with chocolate everywhere.  I asked him if he had taken a brownie.  He grinned his big, dimpled grin and said, "Oops, sorry."  I put him in time out, and he kept on saying, "But I said sorry, and I'll hug you!"  I'm telling you, that grin he has is going to get him out of a lot of trouble.  I have such a hard time resisting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Max thinks his name is Mickey for some reason.  Every time without fail, Maddie says, "Rup, what's your name?"  "Mickey."  He also sings happy birthday and then requests cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-315474938219279065?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/315474938219279065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=315474938219279065' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/315474938219279065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/315474938219279065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-cute-stuff.html' title='More Cute Stuff'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-9130890104636231105</id><published>2008-11-12T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:18:16.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ETSY</title><content type='html'>The woman that makes the elephant's name is Erin.  Her etsy id or whatever is sewsewsuckurtoe.  She's lovely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Had a few requests for it already, so thought I'd post it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-9130890104636231105?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/9130890104636231105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=9130890104636231105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/9130890104636231105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/9130890104636231105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/11/etsy.html' title='ETSY'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-55620599877016085</id><published>2008-11-12T12:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:33:45.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Letters Campaign - Adoption Journal'/><title type='text'>Homestudy #1</title><content type='html'>Done. And so painless. Our caseworker is this lovely lady who has been through the process twice herself. Lots of personality and she didn't mind my chatty kids or animals. She was actually quite interested in our livestock. It was just nice and relaxed and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more visit next Tuesday and then hopefully a quick write up and we can settle in for the long wait on the I-800a. She was optimistic that our wait for the official referral would be rather short. We are still hoping for our little girl, but just don't know. If we aren't able to pursue her, then we don't have a gender preference, and are quite open as far as special needs and age, although we're trying to keep our birthorder. We're along for the ride. It certainly worked out well for us last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267823453016542098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SRsRhTiFy5I/AAAAAAAAAgg/gV2UjlinYV4/s400/elephants+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture is the kids after we finalized Max. These elephants were made by a lovely lady on Etsy.com that loves all things India. Everything inside and outside on these elephants are from India, and the kids loved 'em. We wanted to do something special for all of them that day, and these elephants were perfect. I've already told her we'll need another one for our next child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/" mce_href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src=" http://images.redletterscampaign.com/rlc_adoption_blog_badge_1.jpg" title="Red Letters Campaign -- Adoption Journals" padding="3" 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/9220380867569462176-55620599877016085?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/55620599877016085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=55620599877016085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/55620599877016085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/55620599877016085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/11/homestudy-1.html' title='Homestudy #1'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SRsRhTiFy5I/AAAAAAAAAgg/gV2UjlinYV4/s72-c/elephants+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-3718531250613210701</id><published>2008-11-07T08:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:36:51.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Letters Campaign - Adoption Journal'/><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Hey all. We made our appointments for our Homestudy. They will all be done on the 18th. Then our worker will write it up (hopefully quickly) and we can file our I-800a. This is the document that has been taking quite some time for USCIS to process, so it could be a long wait for that.   I love that they are "centralizing" this to increase efficiency.  It only took us a few weeks to get this clearance last time.  Now it is taking between 3-5 months.  Very efficient :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are waiting. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving ahead with the Pampered Chef fundraiser. Another adoptive mom has agreed to donate her commission from our sale to our fund. She will write the check out directly to our agency. Her commission is at least 20% and could be more depending on her total sales for the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two ways to order. You can go directly to her site, browse, and place your order. I also have hard copy booklets and order forms. Items will be shipped to me, unless you specify to ship them elsewhere - so if you're "from away" please don't hesitate to order, just have the items shipped to your address instead of mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in ordering, just click on the link on the top right hand side of the blog.  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/" mce_href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src=" http://images.redletterscampaign.com/rlc_adoption_blog_badge_1.jpg" title="Red Letters Campaign -- Adoption Journals" padding="3" 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/9220380867569462176-3718531250613210701?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3718531250613210701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=3718531250613210701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3718531250613210701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/3718531250613210701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5967321255688594382</id><published>2008-11-01T13:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:34:51.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Letters Campaign - Adoption Journal'/><title type='text'>Starting to Fundraise for Mehrunissa</title><content type='html'>When we adopted Max we were able to do so without any fundraising or grants. Since we are still attempting to pay off the debt we incurred from the last adoption, we are looking for outside help to bring Mehrunissa home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since November is Adoption Awareness Month, we fingured it was a good time to kick off the fundraising. We are starting off with something pretty hands off. It is the creation of a site where you can shop at a vast number and array of stores and a percentage of your purchase will go toward our adoption. It is just like purchasing on line from the stores, but you click on them through our site. Please check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://visitourmall.com/labonteadoptionfund"&gt;visitourmall.com/labonteadoptionfund&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan, I expect you to do all of your walmart shopping online now. That should cover half of our cost :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will also be doing a pampered chef sale soon where the woman will donate her commission to our fund. You won't have to come to a party, you can even order online. I'll post more information on this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please use this month to celebrate adoption.  &lt;a href="http://adoptivefamilies.com/"&gt;Adoptive Families &lt;/a&gt;has a lot of great suggestions for celebrating this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/" mce_href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src=" http://images.redletterscampaign.com/rlc_adoption_blog_badge_1.jpg" title="Red Letters Campaign -- Adoption Journals" padding="3" 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/9220380867569462176-5967321255688594382?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5967321255688594382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5967321255688594382' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5967321255688594382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5967321255688594382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-to-fundraise-for-mehrunissa.html' title='Starting to Fundraise for Mehrunissa'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-5178307865857770048</id><published>2008-10-31T20:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:45:27.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQuljJB5ibI/AAAAAAAAAgY/U26wkCQ9j_w/s1600-h/halloween+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263482612650445234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQuljJB5ibI/AAAAAAAAAgY/U26wkCQ9j_w/s400/halloween+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front: Auri, Jasmine, Max, Myles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back: Cameron, Madeline, Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQulDNkdIaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vG4xD6XRvTk/s1600-h/halloween+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263482064113312162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQulDNkdIaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vG4xD6XRvTk/s400/halloween+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spiderman - because why should today be any different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQukprA-BVI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qmv8iLS0n-U/s1600-h/halloween+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263481625340937554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQukprA-BVI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qmv8iLS0n-U/s400/halloween+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy's little stinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQukRn4pO8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/L0pPYAik6I8/s1600-h/halloween+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263481212183854018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQukRn4pO8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/L0pPYAik6I8/s400/halloween+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Sweat Pea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQujlrqHS7I/AAAAAAAAAf4/POu3G5PH-CU/s1600-h/halloween+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263480457282407346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQujlrqHS7I/AAAAAAAAAf4/POu3G5PH-CU/s400/halloween+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ariel - the desired costume only because she got to spray her hair red &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9220380867569462176-5178307865857770048?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5178307865857770048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=5178307865857770048' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5178307865857770048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/5178307865857770048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-pics.html' title='Halloween Pics'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQuljJB5ibI/AAAAAAAAAgY/U26wkCQ9j_w/s72-c/halloween+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-7757657372790312509</id><published>2008-10-28T14:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:50:18.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mimi!!</title><content type='html'>Jaime, these were taken late September.  I'll take more soon - I just got a new camera, since Max threw mine off of the porch and it sat out there through a rainstorm.  Look at that dimple.  He's such a cutie.  Oh, and after he talked to you on the phone, all Max talked about was Mimi, Hobbes, and Tom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else, this is my gorgeous nephew, Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQdeBNsTDSI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bJKDzbtv3XE/s1600-h/3kids+fall+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262278064554052898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQdeBNsTDSI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bJKDzbtv3XE/s400/3kids+fall+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQddv28Y_dI/AAAAAAAAAfo/OZi6em8R1as/s1600-h/3kids+fall+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262277766389759442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQddv28Y_dI/AAAAAAAAAfo/OZi6em8R1as/s400/3kids+fall+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-7757657372790312509?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7757657372790312509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=7757657372790312509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7757657372790312509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/7757657372790312509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-mimi.html' title='For Mimi!!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQdeBNsTDSI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bJKDzbtv3XE/s72-c/3kids+fall+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-1116506227700976155</id><published>2008-10-26T20:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:53:10.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids are falling apart!</title><content type='html'>OK, not really. . . &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing about the court. I consulted a lawyer who told me that we were perfectly within our rights by calling the representative, and it wasn't inappropriate at all. He thinks the judge's feathers got ruffled and he took it out on us. This made me feel much better. We decided to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had friends and family over today to celebrate Max's finalization. Lots of Indian food, and good company. No sooner had our last guest walked in than I hear, "Kris, he's bleeding." Not exactly a phrase any mom likes to hear. Max had run for a toy, and fallen into our train table. A nice cut right above his eyebrow. Here are the results - 3 stitches, and missing his own party, poor little guy. He did so well though. The only time he cried was for a second when they had to use a needle to numb him since the topical cream didn't do the trick. Mommy actually did ok too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261629715358803538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQUQWUuZ5lI/AAAAAAAAAfY/d-LbZCd-EYU/s400/stitches+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madeline had quite a week too. She was playing "puppy" with Myles, bit his shirt and pulled, and got her first loose tooth, which quickly fell out. She was quite proud, and excited when the Toothfairy came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261629940912141058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQUQjc-gswI/AAAAAAAAAfg/b-2_vDu6Ipc/s400/goat+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We also had a dramatic farm tragedy. I don't need to go into details - just saying that will jog my memory enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're ready for some down time. Uneventful down time. &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/9220380867569462176-1116506227700976155?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1116506227700976155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=1116506227700976155' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1116506227700976155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/1116506227700976155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-kids-are-falling-apart.html' title='My kids are falling apart!'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/SQUQWUuZ5lI/AAAAAAAAAfY/d-LbZCd-EYU/s72-c/stitches+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220380867569462176.post-4825162993141505814</id><published>2008-10-21T20:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:18:33.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Letters Campaign - Adoption Journal'/><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>He signed. It was nearly the most humiliating experience of my life. But Max is ours. Legally and officially - Max Gerald Rup Labonte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/" border="0" mce_href="http://www.redletterscampaign.com/connect/adoption-journals/"&gt;&lt;img title="Red Letters Campaign -- Adoption Journals" src="http://images.redletterscampaign.com/rlc_adoption_blog_badge_1.jpg" border="0" padding="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220380867569462176-4825162993141505814?l=maxtomaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4825162993141505814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220380867569462176&amp;postID=4825162993141505814' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/4825162993141505814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220380867569462176/posts/default/4825162993141505814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxtomaine.blogspot.com/2008/10/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>The Labontes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17024038216984694277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADuU4IZt8SU/THjqDApxElI/AAAAAAAABL8/iWpOQFBkL60/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
