<?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-841969658467372456</id><updated>2012-01-27T10:19:18.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the McClellan Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Nostalgic and Adventurous</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>501</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-3596080418239842637</id><published>2010-07-09T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T17:06:36.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>I am making this short and sweet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Since I have noticed I have not gotten any comment on my blog lately,&amp;nbsp; I have lost my motivation to polish my writing skills.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So at the end, I have come to the conclusion to end the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacy.co.mohave.az.us/WIC/images/theEnd.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacy.co.mohave.az.us/WIC/images/theEnd.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://legacy.co.mohave.az.us/WIC/images/theEnd.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacy.co.mohave.az.us/WIC/images/theEnd.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-3596080418239842637?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3596080418239842637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=3596080418239842637&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3596080418239842637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3596080418239842637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/07/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-1892281088911467900</id><published>2010-05-21T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T02:37:43.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Experience</title><content type='html'>When I found out Ryan was diagnosed Pervasive Developmental Disorder - Not Otherwise Specified (PDD-NOS) known as Autism, my world crumbled around me. At that time, I wanted to look for ways to prove to the specialist that she was wrong because she had no knowledge of Children of Deaf Adults. I did look for articles and indeed did find an article about Hearing Children of Deaf Parents with Language Delay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I remember feeling my world crumbled around me as I wanted to blame others for causing Ryan being Autism while I was pregnant quietly. Instead of blaming others, I automatically shut the world out for weeks including my family. I remember how angry I was when I heard someone telling me, " I'm sorry to see that Ryan will live with you for the rest of your life time." That was blunt. But for anyone who had said to someone bluntly TOTALLY missed beautiful daily moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how much I wanted to overcome Ryan's obstacles. At first, he could not speak at all. He was frustrated. He had lots of tantrums: throwing things up in the air such as toys and shoes. He did dash off a lot of times. But this had changed. Little by little, I worked with him daily by age 3. He gradually started talking and cooperating nicely. That was not my only destinations. The next destination was to interact with other kids. Now, he surprised others; he does interact with other kids. Still, I have many more secret destinations -- I am not the kind of a person who would surrender despite of his disability. Look at me- I am his example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a parent finds out his/her child is disability, I know what it feels like to see your world crumble around you. But the matter is that I had totally different points of views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know then that Ryan's smile would make my heart sing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that he would hug my neck with all his might and that he would be a super snugger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know he would make me laugh in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know he would amaze me with his far-out creative imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know he would made that far ahead of my expectation: being in a full-time mainstream class and doing remarkable well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I had the experience to walk through the pain to find joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and looking back,I can confidently say, the joy far outweighs the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S_aGK1Ak7hI/AAAAAAAAENs/gWgECr6WDB0/s1600/scan0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S_aGK1Ak7hI/AAAAAAAAENs/gWgECr6WDB0/s320/scan0004.jpg" /&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/841969658467372456-1892281088911467900?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1892281088911467900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=1892281088911467900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1892281088911467900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1892281088911467900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-experience.html' title='My Experience'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S_aGK1Ak7hI/AAAAAAAAENs/gWgECr6WDB0/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-6926179278146947136</id><published>2010-05-20T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:56:17.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching  a Show</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had an animal who likes to watch T.V. ?&amp;nbsp; One of my cats, Star, mainly liked to watch any specific show. This evening, my husband and I caught him watching a Disney show. We thought it was so cute to see him standing in a front of T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S_YSYy3FeDI/AAAAAAAAENk/3gBIDFuVH4E/s1600/DSC01770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S_YSYy3FeDI/AAAAAAAAENk/3gBIDFuVH4E/s400/DSC01770.JPG" width="400" /&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/841969658467372456-6926179278146947136?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/6926179278146947136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=6926179278146947136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6926179278146947136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6926179278146947136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/05/watching-show.html' title='Watching  a Show'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S_YSYy3FeDI/AAAAAAAAENk/3gBIDFuVH4E/s72-c/DSC01770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5236983515062995272</id><published>2010-05-20T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:52:08.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S_YQtckixUI/AAAAAAAAENU/oGVy6NlAke0/s1600/31511_427287252274_665407274_5566546_6386460_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S_YQtckixUI/AAAAAAAAENU/oGVy6NlAke0/s400/31511_427287252274_665407274_5566546_6386460_n.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At an early morning, Ryan saw the sun came out for the first time we have had.&amp;nbsp; He politely asked me if he could wear a pair of sunglasses to YMCA, just before his class started.&amp;nbsp; I warned that I would allow him if he put his sunglasses away by the time he went in class, and returned his sunglasses.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp; did!&amp;nbsp; Ryan mentioned, "I wanted to wear sunglasses to school because the sun is out.&amp;nbsp; Also, I wanted to be cool!"&amp;nbsp; When I heard he used the word, "cool," it cracked me up.&amp;nbsp; He sure was a COOL boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-5236983515062995272?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5236983515062995272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5236983515062995272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5236983515062995272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5236983515062995272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-cool.html' title='Being Cool'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S_YQtckixUI/AAAAAAAAENU/oGVy6NlAke0/s72-c/31511_427287252274_665407274_5566546_6386460_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-8091817517948000104</id><published>2010-05-08T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:21:13.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Robert Davila's Visit</title><content type='html'>Since we named our Deaf and Hard of Hearing Program after&lt;a href="http://aaweb.gallaudet.edu/About_Gallaudet/History_of_the_University/Presidents/Davila_Robert.html"&gt; Dr. Robert R. Davila&lt;/a&gt;, he kept his promise to visit our school site since last Fall.&amp;nbsp; On the day he informed my boss, who is a coordinator,&amp;nbsp; that he wanted to visit our program.&amp;nbsp; For months, we slowly made a progress in our programs such as installing the Video Phones, getting our printers working from Smart Board, and few other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VwjJvklVI/AAAAAAAAEM0/VyeaE-XCHXM/s1600/DSC01553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VwjJvklVI/AAAAAAAAEM0/VyeaE-XCHXM/s320/DSC01553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-Vws2i0n3I/AAAAAAAAEM8/Z7Wgakxr0gQ/s1600/DSC01556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-Vws2i0n3I/AAAAAAAAEM8/Z7Wgakxr0gQ/s320/DSC01556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the day before his arrival, we gathered everything especially from my boss who worked SO HARD!&amp;nbsp; One of the lists were having our students painting the signs that says, " Welcome Dr. Davila", and making the signs "Reserved Parking for Dr. Davila."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pizza, drinks, cookies (of course I didn't eat this) and light and dark purple balloons.&amp;nbsp; We even had our school mascot, "Dalmatian " with purple banana statue.&amp;nbsp; Ironically, Dr. Robert Davila had a dalmatian dog when he was a young boy.&amp;nbsp; This gives an addition reason for choosing mascot is that 80 % of dalmatian dog is deaf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time of his arrival, he brought his long time friend.&amp;nbsp; Many of my students kept asking me, "Is Dr. Davila here yet?" or trying to peek through the one way door's window.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had to manage their excitement because they had learned a little bit about him especially when we all learned many different hand shapes for "D."&amp;nbsp; His name for Davila is one of them.&amp;nbsp; He smiled when he saw the hand shapes and a picture of him posing on the wall in my classroom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He did visit each classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VyBta-vgI/AAAAAAAAENE/Sz1VAL8Rxks/s1600/DSC01529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VyBta-vgI/AAAAAAAAENE/Sz1VAL8Rxks/s320/DSC01529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While he was still having a lunch with all of us,&amp;nbsp; I did take a picture of each of my students. So I can printed and give it to them for their life time memory.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not only taking pictures of my students,&amp;nbsp; I made sure to have someone taking picture of me and Dr. Davila. He sure was VERY OUTGOING AND FRIENDLY person.&amp;nbsp; Not only being an outstanding and friendly person, he even shared his fantasized story when he was a child. He miraculously made it through to the top!&amp;nbsp; I am really proud for his achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-V06V3-4AI/AAAAAAAAENM/JjPpr2ofF2U/s1600/DSC01559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-V06V3-4AI/AAAAAAAAENM/JjPpr2ofF2U/s320/DSC01559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He and I had an opportunity to have a chit chat.&amp;nbsp; He did ask me few questions such as where did I graduate and is there any deaf staff.&amp;nbsp; He did not realize I was the only deaf teacher.&amp;nbsp; Guess it was because I was signing and speaking at the same time. I know he did the same thing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At the end of the day, I requested to have a signature of my Deaf Life Magazine for me and my husband.&amp;nbsp; He did not hesitate at all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I also told him that I would be happy to send a copy of pictures on CD.&amp;nbsp; He seemed to be pleased because I was the only ones who actually brought the camera (it does not make any difference because I ALWAYS carry my camera in case) while &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-V06V3-4AI/AAAAAAAAENM/JjPpr2ofF2U/s1600/DSC01559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;others were taking pictures from their phone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it was a splendid day that he actually came to our school.&amp;nbsp; I would not say that it is our school.&amp;nbsp; This include him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Frankly, it was awesome to see him beaming his smile when he saw a huge picture of him hanging above the wall.&amp;nbsp; He deserved this well after he had worked hard for himself and the deaf community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-8091817517948000104?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8091817517948000104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=8091817517948000104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8091817517948000104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8091817517948000104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/05/dr-robert-davilas-visit.html' title='Dr. Robert Davila&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VwjJvklVI/AAAAAAAAEM0/VyeaE-XCHXM/s72-c/DSC01553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-6147893318631907483</id><published>2010-05-08T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:56:22.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cub Scout Ceremony</title><content type='html'>Last week, the Cub Scouts gathered for the ceremony.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Some of the scouts graduated with a merit badge while others did not finish it at all.&amp;nbsp; My boys did !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VpusQEEJI/AAAAAAAAEMc/uhsk3zi6p_s/s1600/DSC01418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VpusQEEJI/AAAAAAAAEMc/uhsk3zi6p_s/s320/DSC01418.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the opening ceremony, Ryan gave a prayer speech.&amp;nbsp; He did an excellent job since we have had practiced for two days before he came and spoke it in a front of the Cub Scouts and the parents.&amp;nbsp; Lots of the parents were impressed for his efforts.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ryan finished the prayer, each leader spoke for their troop.&amp;nbsp; It was Dylan's turn to stand up in a front of his dad.&amp;nbsp; His leader painted Dylan's face.&amp;nbsp; This symbolized that he graduated from &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VrHtZdwAI/AAAAAAAAEMk/buEWqCiXIF8/s1600/DSC01426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VrHtZdwAI/AAAAAAAAEMk/buEWqCiXIF8/s320/DSC01426.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Bears.&amp;nbsp; He will be promoting up to Webolos.&amp;nbsp; Boy, I enjoyed seeing both of them being so proud for his achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VtR9UJ-7I/AAAAAAAAEMs/1847pZFxiK0/s1600/DSC01427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VtR9UJ-7I/AAAAAAAAEMs/1847pZFxiK0/s320/DSC01427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like I said each leader had an opportunity to take turns,&amp;nbsp; David took his took to speak for his group. &amp;nbsp; There were few parents who showed up.&amp;nbsp; While he was speaking for his group, Jeff,&amp;nbsp; the Master interpreted for David.&amp;nbsp; It was really nice to see someone interpreting for him in a front of the audience. &amp;nbsp; While he was interpreting for Jeff,&amp;nbsp; I had a chance to come up to put an award on Ryan's shirt.&amp;nbsp; Without a doubt, he was proud that he was one of the among scout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the end, we all came home with our proud sons.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was really nice to see them making difference in their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-6147893318631907483?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/6147893318631907483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=6147893318631907483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6147893318631907483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6147893318631907483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/05/cub-scout-ceremony.html' title='Cub Scout Ceremony'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VpusQEEJI/AAAAAAAAEMc/uhsk3zi6p_s/s72-c/DSC01418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7992099475819268998</id><published>2010-05-08T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:35:29.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Fields</title><content type='html'>Have you ever made a spontaneous plan?&amp;nbsp; I did and chose to take my family to go to Flower Fields in Carlsbad.&amp;nbsp; It has many beautiful and colorful flowers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We were fortunately to take many good pictures just for one hour because we had to visit David's aunt who was in town for a very short amount of time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The plan on going to Flower Fields were PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VnYG0bTJI/AAAAAAAAELM/UO2ZjibVJIc/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VnYG0bTJI/AAAAAAAAELM/UO2ZjibVJIc/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VneXl3uUI/AAAAAAAAELU/vOVMiumRI6s/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VneXl3uUI/AAAAAAAAELU/vOVMiumRI6s/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-Vn2yaC5DI/AAAAAAAAELs/g9WB30gCnro/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-Vn2yaC5DI/AAAAAAAAELs/g9WB30gCnro/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VoO2LkijI/AAAAAAAAEL8/85Y66Khc5Rk/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VoO2LkijI/AAAAAAAAEL8/85Y66Khc5Rk/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, the boys really wanted to do all of the stamping areas and entered in Sweet Pea Maze.&amp;nbsp; We will on the next round because we were for an hour.&amp;nbsp; Did we do a good job on taking pictures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7992099475819268998?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7992099475819268998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7992099475819268998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7992099475819268998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7992099475819268998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/05/flower-fields.html' title='Flower Fields'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S-VnYG0bTJI/AAAAAAAAELM/UO2ZjibVJIc/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-911974260735787871</id><published>2010-04-19T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:45:54.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressed- Up</title><content type='html'>Today was the first time the boys going out to a church.&amp;nbsp; They looked classic when they were ties, slack and shirt.&amp;nbsp; Frankly, they felt so handsome. So did I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S80VDkCHb3I/AAAAAAAAELE/8Y3ddnphtZ0/s1600/DSC01395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S80VDkCHb3I/AAAAAAAAELE/8Y3ddnphtZ0/s320/DSC01395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After visiting church for the first time, we asked them questions what they had learned in the boys' class in a front of President (aka) of Ward and his wife.&amp;nbsp; They were pleased that they were quick learning especially Ryan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-911974260735787871?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/911974260735787871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=911974260735787871&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/911974260735787871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/911974260735787871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/04/dressed-up.html' title='Dressed- Up'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S80VDkCHb3I/AAAAAAAAELE/8Y3ddnphtZ0/s72-c/DSC01395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-8594112488462214349</id><published>2010-04-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T07:50:51.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Package</title><content type='html'>My eyes popped out when I received a Nutri-system package in a mail.&amp;nbsp; It was REALLY big.&amp;nbsp; All of the dry food is worth for 35 days.&amp;nbsp; I already started on my second day.&amp;nbsp; The food was not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S8sbV4uhg8I/AAAAAAAAEKw/rGd1tETL1Xk/s1600/DSC01394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S8sbV4uhg8I/AAAAAAAAEKw/rGd1tETL1Xk/s320/DSC01394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the package, it includes food dairy.&amp;nbsp; I also have a small and thin brochures to keep it in purse in case I need to keep the track of my daily mean plan.&amp;nbsp; It also requires me to buy small portion amount of fresh fruits, vegetables, and fat free milk.&amp;nbsp; Drinking fat free milk is NOT bad.&amp;nbsp; My husband especially refused to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep it crossed that I followed it through for 35 days then I will order it every month!&amp;nbsp; I have a faith that I will because I personally am ready to follow it through until I reach my destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-8594112488462214349?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8594112488462214349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=8594112488462214349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8594112488462214349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8594112488462214349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/04/package.html' title='Package'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S8sbV4uhg8I/AAAAAAAAEKw/rGd1tETL1Xk/s72-c/DSC01394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-4924216604256510672</id><published>2010-04-12T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:27:44.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bibles</title><content type='html'>Whether you re fan or not fan of reading bibles, we as parents strongly encourage teaching our sons basic 10 commandments from the Bible.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My husband bought very simple Bible for the boys to read.&amp;nbsp; At first, we were not sure if they would be interested without forcing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan was the first because he has asked several questions such as, "What is baptized?"&amp;nbsp; This is one of the valid questions he has been asking.&amp;nbsp; After we bought four volumes of "Who's Your Hero?,"&amp;nbsp; I caught Dylan reading the book at 5:30 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S8P_HidU-HI/AAAAAAAAEKg/U9o_hDckh4Y/s1600/DSC01387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S8P_HidU-HI/AAAAAAAAEKg/U9o_hDckh4Y/s320/DSC01387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are starting to notice that he is starting to read daily. So, my husband and I agree to have young men from church to answer his questions.&amp;nbsp; As soon as he kept reading, Ryan started doing the same thing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S8QAgjNKC8I/AAAAAAAAEKo/F63C691wCAI/s1600/DSC01386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S8QAgjNKC8I/AAAAAAAAEKo/F63C691wCAI/s320/DSC01386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It amazes me how the sibling can influence one thing to another.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Boy, am I glad Dylan is a good role model?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-4924216604256510672?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/4924216604256510672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=4924216604256510672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/4924216604256510672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/4924216604256510672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/04/bibles.html' title='Bibles'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S8P_HidU-HI/AAAAAAAAEKg/U9o_hDckh4Y/s72-c/DSC01387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2221227954573757924</id><published>2010-04-06T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:26:40.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>A day after Easter, we freaked out because Star, our cat escaped on Easter's evening.&amp;nbsp; We were worried wrecked because we had two things happening on Easter Day: Earthquake and raining hard.&amp;nbsp; The raining forced him to hide nearby bush though we did look most of the night and morning of the day we returned to work/school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7uDy1DnE1I/AAAAAAAAEKY/qp0eO0vKC_A/s1600/DSC00906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7uDy1DnE1I/AAAAAAAAEKY/qp0eO0vKC_A/s320/DSC00906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning Ryan and Dylan found it out that Star was missing.&amp;nbsp; All of us had heart-wrenching throughout the day.&amp;nbsp; There were another reason why were worried:&amp;nbsp; traffic and coyotes nearby our home. &amp;nbsp; By the time we arrived home, we searched around our neighbors.&amp;nbsp; No luck!&amp;nbsp; When David came home to take his things out of his Jeep with an open garage, Star took an opportunity to go inside of the garage.&amp;nbsp; David was stunned and let him go inside of the kitchen through by our garage door. When we saw Star walking in the house, we all were delighted and gave him lots of hugs.&amp;nbsp; He was purring ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, he has learned his lesson because he appeared he did not like the noises outside of the houses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-2221227954573757924?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2221227954573757924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2221227954573757924&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2221227954573757924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2221227954573757924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7uDy1DnE1I/AAAAAAAAEKY/qp0eO0vKC_A/s72-c/DSC00906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-8979154090608898683</id><published>2010-04-06T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:51:21.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Foundation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what we found on our Easter Morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7uCRgXpNmI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/__MJb_PA_tE/s1600/DSC01365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7uCRgXpNmI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/__MJb_PA_tE/s400/DSC01365.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky for those whoever made an attempt to steal this water foundation realized it was too heavy for them to take home.&amp;nbsp; God had been watching this for us.&amp;nbsp; We will be asking our friends to put these back up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-8979154090608898683?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8979154090608898683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=8979154090608898683&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8979154090608898683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8979154090608898683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/04/water-foundation.html' title='Water Foundation'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7uCRgXpNmI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/__MJb_PA_tE/s72-c/DSC01365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-6806865336947448346</id><published>2010-03-31T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:55:52.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse Back Riding</title><content type='html'>Just in time before the rain fell, the boys had their first experience riding on a pony at a friend's farm. They did enjoyed seeing so many wonderful animals.   When we entered the ranch, the first&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7QhcH-ryuI/AAAAAAAAEJo/EnSDJ-jMXKM/s1600/DSC01304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7QhcH-ryuI/AAAAAAAAEJo/EnSDJ-jMXKM/s200/DSC01304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455021815714532066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thing we saw a huge peacock.  I did hope to see a peacock with feathers sticking it out.  We did make several attempts.  It did not work, but at least I took a good shot of a close-up peacock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the boys rode on a pony, they had to learn to brush the pony and clean the hoof off.  We did have a wonderful trainer.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7QhszO2-9I/AAAAAAAAEJw/v4ENJtk8Rn4/s1600/DSC01315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7QhszO2-9I/AAAAAAAAEJw/v4ENJtk8Rn4/s200/DSC01315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455022102203005906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dylan was the first one who volunteered to go on a pony.  He went on several rounds.  Ryan was on the other hand.  At first, he did not want to go on a pony because he feared to fall off a pony.   I had to bribe him to get him&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7Qh4fe_9OI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/d2ZjyQO-hwc/s1600/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7Qh4fe_9OI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/d2ZjyQO-hwc/s200/DSC01320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455022303060423906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; something-- a  Blue Puffle (Psst, he will get it one for Easter's anyway.)  He did enjoy for a little bit around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they finished riding on a pony, they visited several other &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7QiIhKiWOI/AAAAAAAAEKA/BhXaFF_5PC4/s1600/DSC01327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7QiIhKiWOI/AAAAAAAAEKA/BhXaFF_5PC4/s200/DSC01327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455022578389375202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;animals:  pigs, goats, rabbits, donkeys, and cats.  Many of them was braved enough to feed the animals.  In fact, they wanted to work on a farm so they could get a free horse back riding this summer.  It was a nice way to end of our Spring Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7QiX6bozlI/AAAAAAAAEKI/Ojay5HMvzd8/s1600/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7QiX6bozlI/AAAAAAAAEKI/Ojay5HMvzd8/s200/DSC01332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455022842870025810" 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/841969658467372456-6806865336947448346?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/6806865336947448346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=6806865336947448346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6806865336947448346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6806865336947448346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/horse-back-riding.html' title='Horse Back Riding'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7QhcH-ryuI/AAAAAAAAEJo/EnSDJ-jMXKM/s72-c/DSC01304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7247808915642561106</id><published>2010-03-29T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:28:57.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Campers</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had any indoor camping?  Thought it was a perfect way to entertain the boys over their Spring Break. They sure were happy campers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7FvideD3mI/AAAAAAAAEJY/S5ezbzxa7TM/s1600/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7FvideD3mI/AAAAAAAAEJY/S5ezbzxa7TM/s320/DSC01301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454263261539327586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could have provide them smores but unfortunately I had to think about Dylan.  He is not able to have marshmallow due to having a retainer.   But this is a life time memory to do something unique over their break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7247808915642561106?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7247808915642561106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7247808915642561106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7247808915642561106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7247808915642561106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-campers.html' title='Happy Campers'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7FvideD3mI/AAAAAAAAEJY/S5ezbzxa7TM/s72-c/DSC01301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2511060569418967549</id><published>2010-03-29T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:41:37.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One</title><content type='html'>Not too long ago, Ryan lost his first front tooth.  Now, he lost his second front tooth.  This is a good sign because we don't need to have a dentist to pull it out before June (we were warned if his front teeth didn't come out.  This saves us some bucks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7FWqstH6vI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/d5nH3DEeuLk/s1600/DSC01287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7FWqstH6vI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/d5nH3DEeuLk/s320/DSC01287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454235915277298418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so proud to earn another dollar, so he would be able to purchase more Plush Club Penguin stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-2511060569418967549?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2511060569418967549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2511060569418967549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2511060569418967549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2511060569418967549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-one.html' title='Another One'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S7FWqstH6vI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/d5nH3DEeuLk/s72-c/DSC01287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-782072584215265704</id><published>2010-03-26T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:06:52.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceiling Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6zSFQlYLQI/AAAAAAAAEJI/38TAmD7m7Tk/s1600/DSC01264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6zSFQlYLQI/AAAAAAAAEJI/38TAmD7m7Tk/s320/DSC01264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452964236631747842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we found when we came home.&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/841969658467372456-782072584215265704?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/782072584215265704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=782072584215265704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/782072584215265704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/782072584215265704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/sly-cat.html' title='Ceiling Cat'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6zSFQlYLQI/AAAAAAAAEJI/38TAmD7m7Tk/s72-c/DSC01264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2024199380770591305</id><published>2010-03-22T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:56:58.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Museum</title><content type='html'>Right after we went out for a morning hiking, I took the boys to The New Children Museum in downtown San Diego.    I would give a thumb-up if my kids were younger than they are at right now.   They did not mind for an hour and a half because it was relatively new, and was their first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6fu8pFF8VI/AAAAAAAAEH4/ihTwhR_fYqI/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6fu8pFF8VI/AAAAAAAAEH4/ihTwhR_fYqI/s200/DSC01189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451588599542051154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dylan pretended that he is one of the Ninjas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6fvLOPyThI/AAAAAAAAEIA/JNXroYraPuM/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6fvLOPyThI/AAAAAAAAEIA/JNXroYraPuM/s200/DSC01213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451588850037181970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan did pretty good on making a picture out of colorful tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6fwC-1cyBI/AAAAAAAAEIY/78POPqqqndk/s1600-h/DSC01214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6fwC-1cyBI/AAAAAAAAEIY/78POPqqqndk/s200/DSC01214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451589807972861970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan was gallant enough to try out for rock climbing while Dylan was afraid of height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6gDpRvPD_I/AAAAAAAAEIg/HSCa24We0rU/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6gDpRvPD_I/AAAAAAAAEIg/HSCa24We0rU/s200/DSC01195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451611356603027442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dylan was trying to make the world largest bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6fvihOogBI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/zBnrDW6Aai0/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6fvihOogBI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/zBnrDW6Aai0/s200/DSC01209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451589250269610002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last before we left for home, I thought this was one of the amazing balloon creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What does it look like to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the first and probably last time I would take my boys to The New Children Museum. They are getting too old to attend this event.  I am planning on taking them out to variety place around San Diego over our two week of a Spring Break.&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/841969658467372456-2024199380770591305?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2024199380770591305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2024199380770591305&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2024199380770591305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2024199380770591305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/childrens-museum.html' title='Children&apos;s Museum'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6fu8pFF8VI/AAAAAAAAEH4/ihTwhR_fYqI/s72-c/DSC01189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7303702605657595954</id><published>2010-03-22T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:39:17.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking</title><content type='html'>On our first day of a Spring Break, the boys and I decided to go out for a hiking in our home area.  It was a beautiful day!   We started off at 9 A.M to spend more extra activities throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6epdnu9ARI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/IgpMzdUnnxo/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6epdnu9ARI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/IgpMzdUnnxo/s200/DSC01160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451512200302493970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boys were hiking on their way to a neighbor park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6epm0jTLeI/AAAAAAAAEHY/b2_Om_n0-TQ/s1600-h/DSC01162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6epm0jTLeI/AAAAAAAAEHY/b2_Om_n0-TQ/s200/DSC01162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451512358362099170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dylan and Ryan posed for the picture on a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6ep_XW9yWI/AAAAAAAAEHg/u3eK7RuA12s/s1600-h/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6ep_XW9yWI/AAAAAAAAEHg/u3eK7RuA12s/s200/DSC01163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451512780022466914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dylan volunteered to take a close-up picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6eqLrFpw4I/AAAAAAAAEHo/bJuvoi_3uRw/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6eqLrFpw4I/AAAAAAAAEHo/bJuvoi_3uRw/s200/DSC01166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451512991476990850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan did pretty much on his own swinging up and down independently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6eqaVvL5YI/AAAAAAAAEHw/gl8hJP5dMEE/s1600-h/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6eqaVvL5YI/AAAAAAAAEHw/gl8hJP5dMEE/s200/DSC01172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451513243443651970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dylan enjoyed doing the swirl swinging. Not me! It would make me dizzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since they did not complain going out for a hiking, I decided to take them to a New Children Museum in Downtown San Diego on their first day of a  Spring Break.&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/841969658467372456-7303702605657595954?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7303702605657595954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7303702605657595954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7303702605657595954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7303702605657595954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/hiking.html' title='Hiking'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6epdnu9ARI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/IgpMzdUnnxo/s72-c/DSC01160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-9014213107696871953</id><published>2010-03-16T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:05:17.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Before St. Patrick's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61Z8JrH7F%2BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 244px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61Z8JrH7F%2BL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read a story&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Night Before St. Patrick's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to students overhead. While I was reading a book, I demonstrated and asked questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the questions, I splited into two writing groups. Each group have their own writing essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lower Level: &lt;/span&gt; What kind of cool places could you go, if you were that small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Higher Level:&lt;/span&gt;  If you were a Leprechaun, where would you hide your pot of gold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they already started writing a first draft, they will do it as for a homework.  NO EXCUSE!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6AqGTxcH7I/AAAAAAAAEHA/ZGkhDHaOxPA/s1600-h/DSC01107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6AqGTxcH7I/AAAAAAAAEHA/ZGkhDHaOxPA/s200/DSC01107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449401836993519538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because tomorrow is a Lucky Day for not having a homework.   Pretty much of today, students created Leprechaun's trap hats, rainbow mobile, and bead rings with gold coins around their desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all were excited and hoped that they catch Leprechaun in their Leprechaun's hat.  My aide and I instead turned our classroom upside &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6AqUKt3FKI/AAAAAAAAEHI/EIp6OC0jpAY/s1600-h/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6AqUKt3FKI/AAAAAAAAEHI/EIp6OC0jpAY/s200/DSC01113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449402075080758434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;down. I get lots of "Oh My God!" responses from the staff.  This would be interesting how the students react when they see in the morning.  Instead of teaching of writing lesson (that's why I gave them a day before essay homework,) they will be cleaning the mess up for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-9014213107696871953?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/9014213107696871953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=9014213107696871953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/9014213107696871953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/9014213107696871953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/night-before-st-patricks.html' title='A Night Before St. Patrick&apos;s'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6AqGTxcH7I/AAAAAAAAEHA/ZGkhDHaOxPA/s72-c/DSC01107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7917089078675661108</id><published>2010-03-14T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:46:48.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freckles</title><content type='html'>Each day, I have watched my two sons, Dylan and Ryan getting their freckles.  Clearly, they got it from their dad because he has a fair skin.  But Ryan has olive skin.  He does have few freckles, so it means, he has mixtures of fair and olive skins.   This&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://kidshealth.org/kid/talk/qa/freckles.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;shows how kids get freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S50PxMS0hII/AAAAAAAAEGw/MhtCzlRk1eQ/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S50PxMS0hII/AAAAAAAAEGw/MhtCzlRk1eQ/s320/DSC01095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448528461976339586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S50P7R1ejxI/AAAAAAAAEG4/28kppZye6cg/s1600-h/DSC01097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S50P7R1ejxI/AAAAAAAAEG4/28kppZye6cg/s320/DSC01097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448528635262570258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I always tease my kids that they got freckles from getting lots of kisses from me.   They giggled a lot when I told them about the kissing stuff.    But good news is that their freckles will fade it away when they get older. It happened to David when he got older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7917089078675661108?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7917089078675661108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7917089078675661108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7917089078675661108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7917089078675661108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/freckles.html' title='Freckles'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S50PxMS0hII/AAAAAAAAEGw/MhtCzlRk1eQ/s72-c/DSC01095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-3481148015123825428</id><published>2010-03-13T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T08:38:58.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulletin Boards: Habitats</title><content type='html'>Over the past two months, I have been working on six different part of Habitats around the world with the students from first through fourth grade.  None of them had any science experience, but they all love what they had learned through by LOTS of visual aids, activities, and games on Smart Board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out with the Desert.  It helped them to understand of where that's close to our region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5x9em2VOJI/AAAAAAAAEGA/uwW5IfGCnjo/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5x9em2VOJI/AAAAAAAAEGA/uwW5IfGCnjo/s200/DSC00903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448367613989435538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even included the desert plants without thorns. Many of them were awing on the plants because many of them never saw any different kinds of cactus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5x-EIUTnuI/AAAAAAAAEGI/UeJta4jYrp0/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5x-EIUTnuI/AAAAAAAAEGI/UeJta4jYrp0/s200/DSC00984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448368258628689634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we finished our Rain forest, we invited one of the deaf guests to do the Story telling on: &lt;a href="http://www.lynnecherry.com/the_great_kapok_tree__a_tale_of_the_amazon_rain_forest_19411.htm"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great Kapok book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (click the book)   It was an excellent book for the students to understand how important to preserve the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5x-lwC3KXI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/F9kqp960h5Q/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5x-lwC3KXI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/F9kqp960h5Q/s200/DSC00985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448368836228622706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a close-up Pond picture.  While I was teaching Pond, I even taught about their&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.zephyrus.co.uk/foodpuzzlechain.html"&gt; life cycle&lt;/a&gt;  (click on Life Cycle ) on the Smart Board.  While working on between Pond and Ocean, I had to explain the students between Fresh and Salt Water. I had two bowls of Fresh and Salt Water  sitting outside in the sun for three days, so they could see the difference when the fresh water lose the water from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5x_SgEYsFI/AAAAAAAAEGY/5SLceFIqZg4/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5x_SgEYsFI/AAAAAAAAEGY/5SLceFIqZg4/s200/DSC00979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448369605034160210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I was working on Ocean, I had some Art Activities with the colorful sponge and writing about the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5x_srV9hoI/AAAAAAAAEGg/IEVyv3yamtM/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5x_srV9hoI/AAAAAAAAEGg/IEVyv3yamtM/s200/DSC00993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448370054737266306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the Ocean, we started discussing about the Grassland.  They were shocked that there were different types of Grassland, especially green and yellow grass after I read and show a book about the life in Grassland.  The next day, one of my students brought over the dry grassland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5yASwfvk3I/AAAAAAAAEGo/vz1tQfp_keU/s1600-h/DSC01093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5yASwfvk3I/AAAAAAAAEGo/vz1tQfp_keU/s200/DSC01093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448370708955501426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part of the region is teaching Tundra.  I had to explain the different animals living in Arctic and Antarctica .  I even gave each student a cup of ice cube and water to see how the ice stay or float up.  It gave them a better picture about the glaciers.   The best part is that they never knew these two places: Arctic and Antarctica have Spring and Summer.  They kept saying, "What!"  Now, they know there are small areas that grow flowers and green grass during these two seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall of my Habitat lesson plans, I felt really good that each level had learned. They all loved the lessons. This will give them a life time educational  experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-3481148015123825428?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3481148015123825428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=3481148015123825428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3481148015123825428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3481148015123825428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/wall-of-habitats.html' title='Bulletin Boards: Habitats'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5x9em2VOJI/AAAAAAAAEGA/uwW5IfGCnjo/s72-c/DSC00903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-6797854634695972449</id><published>2010-03-12T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:30:16.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards</title><content type='html'>Recently, we got a letter from Ryan's teacher.  He was getting an award for Accelerated Reading.  On tests, he was getting many 80 % or better.   David was able to show up for his award this time.  While watching the assembly, David was astounded that the award was also giving the gift certificates away:  Jamba Juice, AMC Movies, and Starbucks!  What a classic way to get a gift certificate.  Ryan did not get the gift certificate this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5pNloh-17I/AAAAAAAAEFY/w8thB0Y71CQ/s1600-h/DSC01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5pNloh-17I/AAAAAAAAEFY/w8thB0Y71CQ/s320/DSC01683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447752008188483506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so proud to get an Accelerated Reading Award.  His teacher told me he jumped from 1.5 to 2.9 for Reading Comprehension within 7 months.  Now, he is getting another award next month because he has earned so much points in reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I met his teacher for the parent conference.  We discussed on his second benchmarks from his I.E.P.  He met all of the goals!  The team was really pleased that he did extremely well in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-6797854634695972449?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/6797854634695972449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=6797854634695972449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6797854634695972449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6797854634695972449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/awards.html' title='Awards'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5pNloh-17I/AAAAAAAAEFY/w8thB0Y71CQ/s72-c/DSC01683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-3310004312467771927</id><published>2010-03-07T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:26:50.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5SJXeYpgsI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/xCLtYGtKRDE/s1600-h/rJEJBD4apqUdllJgbQUyPQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5SJXeYpgsI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/xCLtYGtKRDE/s200/rJEJBD4apqUdllJgbQUyPQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446128885784216258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book gives the reader the secrets on how to keep the relationship last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5SJUJ944qI/AAAAAAAAEFI/jjHazagCMdo/s1600-h/BcSXMvJ09dJ5S8kAp9kXkg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5SJUJ944qI/AAAAAAAAEFI/jjHazagCMdo/s200/BcSXMvJ09dJ5S8kAp9kXkg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446128828763660962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This lady is a fan of Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5SJQSQycEI/AAAAAAAAEFA/YPd-8gWvX1E/s1600-h/Bad1atQwU0Gc1BoR4NCpUw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5SJQSQycEI/AAAAAAAAEFA/YPd-8gWvX1E/s200/Bad1atQwU0Gc1BoR4NCpUw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446128762270937154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A future star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5SJLia7NyI/AAAAAAAAEE4/GQxRzyedZ58/s1600-h/89364472-a7ac-49af-965d-b7f884bf61d1_bgp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5SJLia7NyI/AAAAAAAAEE4/GQxRzyedZ58/s200/89364472-a7ac-49af-965d-b7f884bf61d1_bgp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446128680709076770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bulletin board emphasizes how important to keep the bonding between mother and son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-3310004312467771927?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3310004312467771927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=3310004312467771927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3310004312467771927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3310004312467771927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/picture-ads.html' title='Picture Ads'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5SJXeYpgsI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/xCLtYGtKRDE/s72-c/rJEJBD4apqUdllJgbQUyPQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-6935881227439210041</id><published>2010-03-07T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:58:02.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost a Tooth</title><content type='html'>All in this week, Ryan's upper tooth was wiggled.  I have tried to help him to move his tooth around each day.  While I was at the grocery,  his front tooth was pulled out by him in a front of David.  He sent him a video through by my pager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6b1b7cd4b7702539" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b1b7cd4b7702539%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036597%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EA01F0AF132052D97346E5FAC45A0CFDBD765CA.140BF3B750EC6DB7049F77A2132E1EF8C2DF4E00%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b1b7cd4b7702539%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyGPdT7_S9Or2dRFxPl5Cvkhauug&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b1b7cd4b7702539%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036597%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EA01F0AF132052D97346E5FAC45A0CFDBD765CA.140BF3B750EC6DB7049F77A2132E1EF8C2DF4E00%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b1b7cd4b7702539%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyGPdT7_S9Or2dRFxPl5Cvkhauug&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will have to think about how much should a tooth fairy put the money under his pillow tonight?&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/841969658467372456-6935881227439210041?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/6935881227439210041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=6935881227439210041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6935881227439210041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6935881227439210041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-tooth.html' title='Lost a Tooth'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7290503099751258166</id><published>2010-03-05T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:59:49.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5H8Xgl24eI/AAAAAAAAED4/VEzz642S1Jo/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5H8Xgl24eI/AAAAAAAAED4/VEzz642S1Jo/s200/DSC01061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445410905283551714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we received a letter from the boys' school asking us if we were interested having our boys staying the "Reading Activities" night, I thought this was a win-win situation for both of us.   The purpose of sleeping over were encouraging kids to read books, and purchase many new books for the library.  I personally thought it was a splendid idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of sleeping over the night, Ryan had been talking all day.  "Mom, we are having sleep over tonight.  We need to bring books, pillow,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5H8xQjZ90I/AAAAAAAAEEI/2xlxcGJf8kA/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5H8xQjZ90I/AAAAAAAAEEI/2xlxcGJf8kA/s200/DSC01064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445411347654899522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sleeping bag," said Ryan.  He actually was looking forward to sharing all of the fun along with the other kids at school.  Dylan wanted to stay home, but knowing he needs to learn to sleep at other's place such as Summer Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time, we arrived, Dylan immediately wanted to sit down and read books. Ryan was so curious out there.  While we were &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5H9PXhUzhI/AAAAAAAAEEY/kfYVETYuqD4/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5H9PXhUzhI/AAAAAAAAEEY/kfYVETYuqD4/s200/DSC01063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445411864921296402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;observing the place before left them for the night, we were surprised that the air mattresses were set up for their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Dylan and Ryan gave their thumbs up to let know that it was time for us to leave. We eventually did for the night.  I can't hardly hear all about this special event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7290503099751258166?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7290503099751258166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7290503099751258166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7290503099751258166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7290503099751258166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleeping-over.html' title='Sleeping Over'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S5H8Xgl24eI/AAAAAAAAED4/VEzz642S1Jo/s72-c/DSC01061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2676020434294767908</id><published>2010-03-03T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:11:16.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars</title><content type='html'>Know what?  Would you consider me loony if I admit that I NEVER or EVER watch any Star War Movie after part I ?  I stopped liking watching any Science Movie.    All I know that they were fighting and don't even know their names at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on one night, we had surprise visitors at Cub Scouts Banquet.  It was the Star War trooper. The boys were thrilled to see them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S48_2OZPHHI/AAAAAAAAEDY/4MPv8iCT83E/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S48_2OZPHHI/AAAAAAAAEDY/4MPv8iCT83E/s200/DSC01011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444640675323649138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S49AGjHpsWI/AAAAAAAAEDg/3r3Ua6l4YBg/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S49AGjHpsWI/AAAAAAAAEDg/3r3Ua6l4YBg/s200/DSC01014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444640955764945250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S49AWZG34EI/AAAAAAAAEDo/gQrAJSBZ6AM/s1600-h/DSC01021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S49AWZG34EI/AAAAAAAAEDo/gQrAJSBZ6AM/s200/DSC01021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444641227955232834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S49Ah_L2AxI/AAAAAAAAEDw/RNdd70SsRyA/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S49Ah_L2AxI/AAAAAAAAEDw/RNdd70SsRyA/s200/DSC01023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444641427155190546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys had a good time chatting and playing with the Star War Troopers.   Now, David tried so hard to convince me to watch all Star War movies.  I still will NOT let him convincing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-2676020434294767908?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2676020434294767908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2676020434294767908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2676020434294767908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2676020434294767908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/star-wars.html' title='Star Wars'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S48_2OZPHHI/AAAAAAAAEDY/4MPv8iCT83E/s72-c/DSC01011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-669176738477450210</id><published>2010-03-01T21:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:21:54.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Early Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S4yfWR4pA8I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/xhaIYUDt-IY/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S4yfWR4pA8I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/xhaIYUDt-IY/s320/DSC01004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443901254690997186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love SPRING!!!  That's why I am posting on my new background blog.  Isn't it beauty???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the reasons why I love Spring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Seeing all of the beautiful flowers blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Many new animals are being born.  My cats were born in Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I can't wait to wear capri pants,  and sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Sitting and eating outside of the patio during the meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Spring Cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  More importantly, this year will be my first student teacher.  This means I will be a mentor teacher for two months.  This will look good on my resume'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you love about Spring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-669176738477450210?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/669176738477450210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=669176738477450210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/669176738477450210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/669176738477450210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-early-spring.html' title='Happy Early Spring!'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S4yfWR4pA8I/AAAAAAAAEDQ/xhaIYUDt-IY/s72-c/DSC01004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-3591108021857756349</id><published>2010-02-27T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:02:39.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying</title><content type='html'>On our way back from seeing a tax agency, Dylan decided to pray before eating our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S4oGi8w_KfI/AAAAAAAAEDI/SaXRRIPzZfY/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S4oGi8w_KfI/AAAAAAAAEDI/SaXRRIPzZfY/s320/DSC01033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443170297127578098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was praying to: wish me well as I have had a bad sinus headache all day.  I couldn't stay home due to meeting our tax agency.  He also was praying to make us home safe and sound after it was raining cats and dogs.   He even mentioned to make sure we are not getting sick from eating our dinner.   Certainly, he was a very thoughtful young boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-3591108021857756349?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3591108021857756349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=3591108021857756349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3591108021857756349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3591108021857756349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/02/praying.html' title='Praying'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S4oGi8w_KfI/AAAAAAAAEDI/SaXRRIPzZfY/s72-c/DSC01033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-1719449609720848590</id><published>2010-02-27T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:29:16.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E1lgj81yMlA/SLXJrnrP2fI/AAAAAAAAArs/5CEeYJU7B50/s400/overwhelmed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E1lgj81yMlA/SLXJrnrP2fI/AAAAAAAAArs/5CEeYJU7B50/s400/overwhelmed.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever experience wanting to shut everyone out for a day or two?  I felt that way of this past two weeks because I have too much to do.  Some of my errands can be given it out to others, and some I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I have eight students in my class.  The parent conference are around the corner.   This means I have to meet all of the students' I.E.P Benchmarks.   Don't assume it is only eight benchmarks.  Each students have about five or six benchmarks from their I.E.P.  Guess it adds up to 40 to 45 benchmarks to test before the parent conference arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a week behind of my lesson plan.  It is difficult because I have four different grade levels to write my lesson plans. The plans are to follow the curriculum !  This was to put on a hold because I have to prepare my part for the tax (I just finished this morning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I received an e-mail from University California of San Diego chairperson from Deaf and Hard of Hearing Department.  She wanted to send:  1)  Two observators to come to observe my class for their project (it is not a problem.)  2)  But I will have a student teacher after a break.  I could decline if I want to.  I didn't because I wanted to look good on my teaching resume'. What can I avoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess having a cup of a Sugar Free Chai is calling me!!!  This will relieved my stresses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-1719449609720848590?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1719449609720848590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=1719449609720848590&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1719449609720848590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1719449609720848590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/02/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E1lgj81yMlA/SLXJrnrP2fI/AAAAAAAAArs/5CEeYJU7B50/s72-c/overwhelmed.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7473363118278013952</id><published>2010-02-23T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:59:05.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves Puffles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My younger son, Ryan LOVES Puffles.  He likes to pretend they were human&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S4Sh8QTxJVI/AAAAAAAAECg/yJaw5Mim-gI/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S4Sh8QTxJVI/AAAAAAAAECg/yJaw5Mim-gI/s320/DSC00976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441652306312504658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan had a soft heart by telling me that he wanted to keep his puffles warm for the night. He also mentioned that he didn't want them to be scared of dark without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7473363118278013952?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7473363118278013952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7473363118278013952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7473363118278013952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7473363118278013952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/02/loves-puffles.html' title='Loves Puffles'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S4Sh8QTxJVI/AAAAAAAAECg/yJaw5Mim-gI/s72-c/DSC00976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5110777350869168492</id><published>2010-02-10T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:43:54.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Way Through...</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that my older son is being a half through by becoming an adult?  Today he just turned nine !  We treated him like a King all day.  The first thing in the morning, he woke up early and finding a helium balloon, birthday card, and a penguin pez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back home from school and work, we went straight to his favorite restaurant. Can you guess for a nine year child?  If you are thinking of a pizza, you got a wrong answer. It was not his choice.  He chose "Kyoto" which has Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S3OXs9NnrGI/AAAAAAAAECA/zV-sSnTUvDE/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S3OXs9NnrGI/AAAAAAAAECA/zV-sSnTUvDE/s320/DSC00928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436855973768047714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad shared the celebration with Dylan's 9th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S3OX34ywCmI/AAAAAAAAECI/F5GJAE2bvpo/s1600-h/DSC00929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S3OX34ywCmI/AAAAAAAAECI/F5GJAE2bvpo/s320/DSC00929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436856161560169058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan participated the birthday dinner with his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S3OYE-gLcWI/AAAAAAAAECQ/3S_PF1UtvI4/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S3OYE-gLcWI/AAAAAAAAECQ/3S_PF1UtvI4/s320/DSC00934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436856386431185250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I too joined the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S3OYSlEFTkI/AAAAAAAAECY/sNvpUHf6Www/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S3OYSlEFTkI/AAAAAAAAECY/sNvpUHf6Www/s320/DSC00939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436856620120624706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we left for home, Dylan saw there was octopus at the display.  He wanted to try it for REAL!  He had always wanted to try it for a long time. But the chef was willing to give him a small octopus sushi for free because it was birthday. Guess what?  He loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, both David and I realized he is a half way through on becoming an adult.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-5110777350869168492?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5110777350869168492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5110777350869168492&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5110777350869168492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5110777350869168492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/02/half-way-through.html' title='Half Way Through...'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S3OXs9NnrGI/AAAAAAAAECA/zV-sSnTUvDE/s72-c/DSC00928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-4596347030478431108</id><published>2010-02-10T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:23:32.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catozilla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S3OTljYzoBI/AAAAAAAAEB4/azBo5fvVR8I/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S3OTljYzoBI/AAAAAAAAEB4/azBo5fvVR8I/s320/DSC00945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436851448530051090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Star acted like he was a Catozilla!  Being as a Catozilla, he thought of himself being the biggest animal on the planet. So, he ambushed the little T-Rex !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-4596347030478431108?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/4596347030478431108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=4596347030478431108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/4596347030478431108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/4596347030478431108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/02/catozilla.html' title='Catozilla!'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S3OTljYzoBI/AAAAAAAAEB4/azBo5fvVR8I/s72-c/DSC00945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-3895755429759195610</id><published>2010-02-07T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:01:32.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Build a Home</title><content type='html'>Once in a long while, we give our kids a privilege to sleep with us.   Dylan wanted to sleep with his dad, so I slept down stairs because Ryan wanted to sleep next to me.   So, Ryan wanted to build a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S27inm_sEbI/AAAAAAAAEBY/zCTQan34Vyc/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S27inm_sEbI/AAAAAAAAEBY/zCTQan34Vyc/s320/DSC00924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435530970393219506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After he build a home, he hollered, " We build a beautiful home together.  Now, we can have a party together."  Dylan overheard him from upstairs.  He said, " You re having a party?"    I had to explain to him that it is called, "slumber party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right after the picture, we went to bed for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S27jkrBhM8I/AAAAAAAAEBw/A_nRaZXfQ3s/s1600-h/DSC00925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S27jkrBhM8I/AAAAAAAAEBw/A_nRaZXfQ3s/s320/DSC00925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435532019446657986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He literally slept all night on his new home.&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/841969658467372456-3895755429759195610?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3895755429759195610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=3895755429759195610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3895755429759195610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3895755429759195610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/02/build-home.html' title='Build a Home'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S27inm_sEbI/AAAAAAAAEBY/zCTQan34Vyc/s72-c/DSC00924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2175442913201087412</id><published>2010-02-07T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:51:07.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive News</title><content type='html'>For the past week, we have few positive news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dylan is qualified being in G.A.T.E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Gifted and Talented Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Program from our home school district.  It did not surprise me because we noticed when he was a young baby.  That's why I had to push him to write more paragraphs for his recent project:  Saturn.  I will be writing a letter to the principal what to expect him for this year, and next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Ryan's reading comprehension has been improving.  Currently, he is at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  It means he reads at second grade, seven months.  He got 100 % on his Accelerated Reading.  I must say that it exceeded my expectation because most autistic has lower reading comprehension.   For two reasons, he has improved a lot was:  I asked him questions from time to time when we read together, and he write a reading response for his journal daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  My boss told me that I am literally ready to have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;student teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  It is either I will have in the Spring or in the Fall. This will help me to earn my professional growth.  Not only to teaching a student teacher, I will be teaching 4th-6th grade girls about Sex Education.  Oh boy, I could image their giggles and blushing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  That is the only thing about being ready to teach a student teacher,  I probably will have &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;on-going observation&lt;/span&gt; in my class.  It is a college student who likes my class.   While I might a college student observing my class, I also have a long-term sub teacher asking me for my help to give her insight ideas for the class.   The good news my boss told me that she will write a letter to California Teaching Commission Teacher that I have earned 20 hours to help a long -term sub for my professional growth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-2175442913201087412?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2175442913201087412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2175442913201087412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2175442913201087412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2175442913201087412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/02/positive-news.html' title='Positive News'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7142452134080252087</id><published>2010-01-20T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:28:47.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornadoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs175.snc3/20272_257554274091_631944091_3272416_6563955_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 556px; height: 418px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs175.snc3/20272_257554274091_631944091_3272416_6563955_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you image when we heard the warning about having "Tornadoes" on San Diego News?  It did happen all over in Los Angeles, Orange and San Diego Counties.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stated on the News: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;AT 226 PM PST... NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE DOPPLER RADAR INDICATED A LINE OF SEVERE THUNDERSTORMS CAPABLE OF PRODUCING A TORNADO BETWEEN ESCONDIDO AND IMPERIAL BEACH. THE STORMS WILL BE CAPABLE OF PRODUCING HAIL TO NEAR 1 INCH IN DIAMETER AND GUSTY WINDS TO NEAR 60 MPH. THE STORMS WERE MOVING NORTHEAST AT ABOUT 30 MPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;It happened while I was picking Dylan up at school.  I honesty did not know about this storm until I saw the news at home.  I only could tell you that the picture did look exactly like this, and will happen all in this week in our areas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7142452134080252087?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7142452134080252087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7142452134080252087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7142452134080252087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7142452134080252087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/01/tornadoes.html' title='Tornadoes'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2821611540140337512</id><published>2010-01-19T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:58:34.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling Teeth Out</title><content type='html'>On Martin Luther King's Day, I had so many things going on my plate.   First, I had to take my boys to the dentist after I had postponed their dentist from December 28th to January 18th due to being in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan started getting his teeth clean.   No cavities which it was a good news.  However, he is required to have a wire retainer under his lower teeth within two weeks from now.  This will help to avoid the overlap between the other teeth.  David, my husband will be there on the last week of January for Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ryan required a lot more than we had anticipated.   One was to have two bottom teeth pulled out.    He also need to have three cavities being filled. THREE CAVITIES just like his dad.  So, we had to take Ryan to the dentist the following day.  I took my day off to be with him while his brother was at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S1YqXM-oPXI/AAAAAAAAEA4/IgYUskHz2xA/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S1YqXM-oPXI/AAAAAAAAEA4/IgYUskHz2xA/s200/DSC00800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428572978950978930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I dropped Dylan off to school, I drove straight to the dentist.  The dentist gave him a medication to numb his mouth before the dentist began to work on his teeth.  By the time, it was time for him to go in while I was in the same room.  The dentist assistance put him the straight jacket.  At first, he thought it was joking until he realized they worked on his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, they put the laughing gas.   He was able to watch the cartoon t.v while he looked up in the ceiling.   It didn't bother him while they put more&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S1YqlAfo9aI/AAAAAAAAEBA/F0lXS1QiHE0/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S1YqlAfo9aI/AAAAAAAAEBA/F0lXS1QiHE0/s200/DSC00801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428573216117945762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "numbing" medication around in Ryan's mouth.    But by the time, it was time to pull his bottom two teeth out, he could feel it. He cried.  The dentist had to stop and give him more.  I had to console him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S1YqvavEzmI/AAAAAAAAEBI/JWT_Wk1z29M/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S1YqvavEzmI/AAAAAAAAEBI/JWT_Wk1z29M/s200/DSC00802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428573394960698978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, he was able to doze it off for a little while.   While he was dozing it off, they had to put the crown and fillings in it.  He wiggled a lot.  It was even harder for the dentist and the dentist assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, I took him out for a treat.  He ended up having a small amount of Blended Cream Chai and Whipped Cream.  He was so upset that he had to use spoon only for the next 24 hours.  He even rejected to have yogurt,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S1Yq7rL74yI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/Ro3zt1URW30/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S1Yq7rL74yI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/Ro3zt1URW30/s200/DSC00803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428573605535146786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but hopefully he would be able to have a small amount of banana. I could image he must be so hungry.   He probably will after the numb faded away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-2821611540140337512?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2821611540140337512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2821611540140337512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2821611540140337512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2821611540140337512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/01/pulling-teeth-out.html' title='Pulling Teeth Out'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S1YqXM-oPXI/AAAAAAAAEA4/IgYUskHz2xA/s72-c/DSC00800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-3048385784554008575</id><published>2010-01-15T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:39:05.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn-write.demandstudios.com/upload//4000/700/70/4/24774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 191px;" src="http://cdn-write.demandstudios.com/upload//4000/700/70/4/24774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when you get a thank you note from your boss?  That is what I got an unexpected note in my teaching mailbox.  Her note made my week even though I had a very long week.  I usually work until 5 P.M daily of this week.  Making someone else smile does make difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for all of the work you do that is above and beyond the call of duty.  Helping with the lesson plans and activities for Kyle's class has been so helpful to Maribel (the aide) and the subs.  I am very grateful to you for doing this!  Also thank you for all of the cool websites you find and share!  You are the BEST team player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina&lt;br /&gt;(The Coordinator)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-3048385784554008575?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3048385784554008575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=3048385784554008575&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3048385784554008575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3048385784554008575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-do-you-feel-when-you-get-thank-you.html' title='Thank You Note'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-9165032100310048601</id><published>2010-01-10T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:32:33.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck Driving' with Puffles</title><content type='html'>Just before the boys and I decided to go to bed early, I found a remote truck swinging by me.  It was Ryan who put his yellow Puffle, "Sunshine" on a remote truck. What a wonderful imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0qpC2vrClI/AAAAAAAAEAo/_C7q6uLgXe4/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0qpC2vrClI/AAAAAAAAEAo/_C7q6uLgXe4/s320/DSC00775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425334567641483858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Dylan saw what Ryan was doing.  He pleaded Ryan to let his Pink Puffle, Heart to go out for a ride with Sunshine.  It was extremely sweet to let his brother to go with his Puffle.  They were like best friends in this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0qpgli06bI/AAAAAAAAEAw/sln1lZThj14/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0qpgli06bI/AAAAAAAAEAw/sln1lZThj14/s320/DSC00774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425335078420277682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a nice way to seeing them being best friends before we hit for bed.&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/841969658467372456-9165032100310048601?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/9165032100310048601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=9165032100310048601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/9165032100310048601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/9165032100310048601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/01/truck-driving-with-puffles.html' title='Truck Driving&apos; with Puffles'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0qpC2vrClI/AAAAAAAAEAo/_C7q6uLgXe4/s72-c/DSC00775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-8878437374925675481</id><published>2010-01-09T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:04:53.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last !</title><content type='html'>Do you know why I mentioned, "At last?  It is because Ryan was qualified to go out with a car seat: he now made up to 61 pounds and is 50 inches.  He just was one inches more and one more pound more than the California's law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him if he would like to go without a car seat, he gave me a thumb up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0l7rgCOaDI/AAAAAAAAEAg/ZfXmXMBxK14/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0l7rgCOaDI/AAAAAAAAEAg/ZfXmXMBxK14/s320/DSC00752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425003213408331826" 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/841969658467372456-8878437374925675481?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8878437374925675481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=8878437374925675481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8878437374925675481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8878437374925675481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-last.html' title='At Last !'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0l7rgCOaDI/AAAAAAAAEAg/ZfXmXMBxK14/s72-c/DSC00752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-8536544293053844849</id><published>2010-01-09T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:21:33.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.clipartof.com/small/15580-Sneaky-Man-Entering-A-Blocked-Off-Area-Clipart-Illustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/small/15580-Sneaky-Man-Entering-A-Blocked-Off-Area-Clipart-Illustration.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture suits Dylan quite well regarding his desperation for more Pezs over the past three days.  It happened twice within a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time, Ryan came up to me complaining, " Dylan left all of the money all over my computer desk."  This forced me to go upstairs to find out what was going on.  Good enough, I indeed did find coins all over Ryan's desk.  The coins were combined both Dylan's and Ryan's piggy bank.   I asked Dylan to tell me what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained to me that Ryan had agreed to buy a Pez Movie.  Dylan actually thought Ryan would love to watch ANY movie. Thus, he felt that buying Pez Movie would satisfy to both of them.   I then asked Ryan if he had wanted to watch Pez Movies, or buy his DS Games.  Ryan replied, "I wanted more Mario DS games." Automatically, I knew Dylan was trying to scapegoat Ryan on buying a PEZ movie for himself.  I scolded Dylan.  My comment was, "Dylan,  you know that the money only benefit for you, NOT Ryan."  He got a cat in his tongue.  As a result,  I told Dylan, that all of the money he  had saved (though Ryan had a lot more money than Dylan) will go to Ryan because of this consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that night, he had a tear in his eyes.   He mentioned, "That was the saddest night of my life. I have learned my lesson."  I believe that Tough Love was all necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time of this week, Dylan came up to me that Ryan had decided to let him buy him more pezs.  I had a suspection.   I came up to Ryan again.  This time, I had to ask him a straight-forward question., "Ryan, was it your idea to give Dylan the money for his pez?" Ryan just laughed and said, "Yes, it was my idea.  He can have my money."  I twisted his mind and then asked him, "Would you like to get more Puffle?"  He wanted a red puffle from Club Penguin.  I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://oinky13.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/red-puffle.png?w=299&amp;amp;h=221"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 166px;" src="http://oinky13.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/red-puffle.png?w=299&amp;amp;h=221" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; knew it.  After I got an answer from Ryan, Dylan came up to me, " I'm dead serious.   I'm telling you the truth. Do you believe me?"  Without upsetting him heavily, I simply told him, "It happened twice in this week. Thus, I had a suspect ion."  Dylan gulped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Dylan needs to attend, "Pez Anonymous Meeting." But for one thing, he has not change his personality.  He always finds a way to sneak it around since he was four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-8536544293053844849?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8536544293053844849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=8536544293053844849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8536544293053844849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8536544293053844849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/01/sneaky.html' title='Sneaky'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-3901725292188055087</id><published>2010-01-09T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:08:18.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0lusqhSvUI/AAAAAAAAEAY/vCU_XjWY7o8/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0lusqhSvUI/AAAAAAAAEAY/vCU_XjWY7o8/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424988939751701826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0lumKfDY7I/AAAAAAAAEAQ/1MQfztWuASg/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0lumKfDY7I/AAAAAAAAEAQ/1MQfztWuASg/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424988828073157554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0luhPfcNSI/AAAAAAAAEAI/yUPSSRASUs4/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0luhPfcNSI/AAAAAAAAEAI/yUPSSRASUs4/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424988743517615394" 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/841969658467372456-3901725292188055087?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3901725292188055087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=3901725292188055087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3901725292188055087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3901725292188055087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2010/01/professional-pictures.html' title='Professional Pictures'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S0lusqhSvUI/AAAAAAAAEAY/vCU_XjWY7o8/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7458302707305526580</id><published>2009-12-28T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:55:54.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talents in Art</title><content type='html'>Being talent in art runs in my family.  My mother is good at water painting and drawing, so are my grandmother and my older son, Dylan.  I have few talents in art:  creating new ideas for my classroom, scrapbook,and coloring pencils.  Now, I discovered my other talent in art.  Many people in my family (especially on my husband's family while we were on our trip to Oregon) that I have an eye for photography.  I frankly could not disagree with them.  This is my new love: close-up pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzmYsn_ssyI/AAAAAAAAD_4/jLJ6RLLLyOk/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzmYsn_ssyI/AAAAAAAAD_4/jLJ6RLLLyOk/s320/DSC00672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420531518934922018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzmY88bL1DI/AAAAAAAAEAA/8-NOr9IU4vM/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzmY88bL1DI/AAAAAAAAEAA/8-NOr9IU4vM/s320/DSC00661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420531799296824370" 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/841969658467372456-7458302707305526580?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7458302707305526580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7458302707305526580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7458302707305526580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7458302707305526580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/talents-in-art.html' title='Talents in Art'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzmYsn_ssyI/AAAAAAAAD_4/jLJ6RLLLyOk/s72-c/DSC00672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-1712233622885591822</id><published>2009-12-27T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:01:29.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeQpJFFKUI/AAAAAAAAD_A/adDLTH24QSA/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeQpJFFKUI/AAAAAAAAD_A/adDLTH24QSA/s200/DSC00610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419959713049946434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One early afternoon, my extended family and I went out to Powell's Candy Store.   There were SO many variety of candies you could not image when you walked in the store.  The candy displays were from the top of the wall to the bottom.   Frankly, I was astounded whenever I saw the candy that I never thought of them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeQ7AXFXNI/AAAAAAAAD_I/I9q_-6n5Xmk/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeQ7AXFXNI/AAAAAAAAD_I/I9q_-6n5Xmk/s200/DSC00620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419960019947183314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each child including my niece and nephew could spend anything they wanted up to five dollars.  Of course, there were Pez dispensers.  Dylan was delighted but only know he could buy up to five&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeRPzfBEZI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/hCBSkMZ6ub4/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeRPzfBEZI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/hCBSkMZ6ub4/s200/DSC00612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419960377268048274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dollars.  He was fortunately to get two dispensers because Oregon does not have taxes.   Ryan got "Chocolate" pez candy.  I honesty could never thought of seeing Chocolate candy from pez, but I was told that it used to make this kind of flavor years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeRk4W6SOI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/RZKVu2Gj74c/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeRk4W6SOI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/RZKVu2Gj74c/s200/DSC00619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419960739353479394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I was strolling around the store, I could see many funny tins of mints.   Not only seeing many funny tins of mints, I saw unique names of band-aids.  One of the band-aids reminds me one of my co-workers who likes "Days of Dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeSRH7SwmI/AAAAAAAAD_o/_K_mufaOUKI/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeSRH7SwmI/AAAAAAAAD_o/_K_mufaOUKI/s200/DSC00615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419961499446854242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeSrvdb-5I/AAAAAAAAD_w/M8b24nVRGYU/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeSrvdb-5I/AAAAAAAAD_w/M8b24nVRGYU/s200/DSC00617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419961956735646610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing I saw was having variety kinds of lip balm sticks.  I could go long-listing they provided at the Candy Store.  It was good for the kids to have a ball-time there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-1712233622885591822?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1712233622885591822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=1712233622885591822&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1712233622885591822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1712233622885591822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/candy-store.html' title='Candy Store'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeQpJFFKUI/AAAAAAAAD_A/adDLTH24QSA/s72-c/DSC00610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-1746802645563108876</id><published>2009-12-27T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:36:02.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath taking!</title><content type='html'>There are one of my favorite winter pictures that I took them while vacationing in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeLfppkLZI/AAAAAAAAD-o/O56kuurF6rY/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeLfppkLZI/AAAAAAAAD-o/O56kuurF6rY/s320/DSC00602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419954052436077970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close-up shot of a cherry tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeL7HerpCI/AAAAAAAAD-w/z07SoFbM1N0/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeL7HerpCI/AAAAAAAAD-w/z07SoFbM1N0/s320/DSC00603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419954524299961378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful house on the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeMVY_iRhI/AAAAAAAAD-4/PdjcZgXuonI/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeMVY_iRhI/AAAAAAAAD-4/PdjcZgXuonI/s320/DSC00604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419954975677761042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The vacant lovebirds&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/841969658467372456-1746802645563108876?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1746802645563108876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=1746802645563108876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1746802645563108876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1746802645563108876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/breath-taking.html' title='Breath taking!'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzeLfppkLZI/AAAAAAAAD-o/O56kuurF6rY/s72-c/DSC00602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2966655288705445201</id><published>2009-12-25T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:31:21.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pezs</title><content type='html'>On Christmas Day, Dylan was pleased to more new 27 pezs from Santa Claus and us. So it means the total of pezs he has is 106!  He still wants more! (The "kiss fist" means love it in&lt;br /&gt;American Sign Language.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzVK9RlJHqI/AAAAAAAAD-g/CaRSrHlOTNo/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzVK9RlJHqI/AAAAAAAAD-g/CaRSrHlOTNo/s320/DSC00593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419320143161925282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-2966655288705445201?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2966655288705445201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2966655288705445201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2966655288705445201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2966655288705445201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-pezs.html' title='More pezs'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzVK9RlJHqI/AAAAAAAAD-g/CaRSrHlOTNo/s72-c/DSC00593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5958767903231334573</id><published>2009-12-21T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:14:41.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiter</title><content type='html'>While I served my family a healthy dinner, Ryan wanted more of his favorite "Lime Chicken" on his plate.  He decided to put his apron and a chef on him while we were busy eating our remaining dinner.  After he put an outfit on, he wanted to serve Dylan more chicken on his plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only making us laugh more, Dylan decided to give his brother a five dollar tip. What a big tipper!  Dylan put the cash in Ryan's apron pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzBHkieoOyI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/m1-XQJ8cOhQ/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzBHkieoOyI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/m1-XQJ8cOhQ/s320/DSC00523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417909044782840610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they making excellent team?&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/841969658467372456-5958767903231334573?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5958767903231334573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5958767903231334573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5958767903231334573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5958767903231334573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/waiter.html' title='Waiter'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SzBHkieoOyI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/m1-XQJ8cOhQ/s72-c/DSC00523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-3681794040061271413</id><published>2009-12-19T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:57:39.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/forkintheroad/DSC05150v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 149px;" src="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/forkintheroad/DSC05150v.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of you already know that my older son is nuts about collecitng Pez.  As of right now, he collects 79 pezs two years ago.  Dylan hopes to get more than 100 pezs by this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he has a dream collecting more pez, he even explored more on the Internet.  He found it out that there is actually a Pez Museum up in North California.   I was surprised yet happy for Dylan.  Knowing that he really wants to go there on our way home from Oregon.  Knowing it is not going to give David a permit time to get it back to work.  Maybe soon, we will go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said he loves pezs, he wrote a letter for a person who is in charge of the Pez Museum.  Please read what he actually wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Pez Museum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you make pezs for the new movie, "The Princess and the Frog?"  I would buy it the hour, it comes out.  (the pez, not the movie.)  I want to have 6 pezs.  The princess, the frog, Ray, the 197  year old blind lady, the crocodile, and the dark magican.  Put it at the price of 9.95.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;From, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dylan McClellan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;P.S.  I have a lot of pez.  I have 79 pezs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thought it was too cute to share.  See the web link: &lt;a href="http://www.burlingamepezmuseum.com/"&gt;http://www.burlingamepezmuseum.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-3681794040061271413?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3681794040061271413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=3681794040061271413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3681794040061271413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3681794040061271413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-of-you-already-know-that-my-older.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-9125044544148275881</id><published>2009-12-19T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:41:16.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's Shell Museum</title><content type='html'>When I entered Ryan's room, I found he put the tape on the containers and the second place ribbon on the side of his dresser.  I asked him what made him putting the tape on the top of the dresser.  His reply was, "Jacob, his stuffed horse, is having a museum.  It is called, "Jacob's Shell Museum."   I thought it was so cute not to take any picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sy0LQJLjTjI/AAAAAAAAD-I/UQ_nzVe8CM8/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sy0LQJLjTjI/AAAAAAAAD-I/UQ_nzVe8CM8/s320/DSC00518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416998298766757426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sy0LdnyIflI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/Jk57U7r9GM0/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sy0LdnyIflI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/Jk57U7r9GM0/s320/DSC00517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416998530319941202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of his imagination???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-9125044544148275881?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/9125044544148275881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=9125044544148275881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/9125044544148275881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/9125044544148275881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/jacobs-shell-museum.html' title='Jacob&apos;s Shell Museum'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sy0LQJLjTjI/AAAAAAAAD-I/UQ_nzVe8CM8/s72-c/DSC00518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-8386493737313812213</id><published>2009-12-13T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:18:17.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habitat Final Report</title><content type='html'>After two long weeks, Dylan and I worked together on his sardine research.  We found some of the information and discussed about sardines before he wrote three paragraphs.  Writing three paragraphs are not easy for him because he wrote mixed English and American Sign Language.  It was due to that he comes from a deaf parents. Thus, he had a communication from his great aunt who majored in English.  She gave him several advices.  Thanks goodness for her to help him with the essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my part, I was able to promote him to create his own diorama.  Actually, we talked about this before he started making his own diorama.  He was so proud of his work !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyXYLhbdZwI/AAAAAAAAD-A/ksHAgqinx1o/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyXYLhbdZwI/AAAAAAAAD-A/ksHAgqinx1o/s320/DSC00475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414971819446593282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The top grade would be four.  So, he probably won't know until this Friday, or after the Winter Break.  Actually, he had hoped to get a box of "Wizard of Oz" pezs if he gets four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-8386493737313812213?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8386493737313812213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=8386493737313812213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8386493737313812213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8386493737313812213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/habitat-final-report.html' title='Habitat Final Report'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyXYLhbdZwI/AAAAAAAAD-A/ksHAgqinx1o/s72-c/DSC00475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-6595194057172525298</id><published>2009-12-13T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:44:49.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardines</title><content type='html'>This month, Dylan has been working on his Habitat report on sardines.  He had to write three paragraph and created an ocean diorama.   His dad has encouraged him to try sardine because there are many positive effects for eating sardines.  I admit he was much braver than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyUOGgzok9I/AAAAAAAAD9o/_JU7zhWMdak/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyUOGgzok9I/AAAAAAAAD9o/_JU7zhWMdak/s320/DSC00426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414749632031396818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posting for the picture before eating sardine for the first time with olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyUOQTDUNNI/AAAAAAAAD9w/1_pe4pRSOaw/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyUOQTDUNNI/AAAAAAAAD9w/1_pe4pRSOaw/s320/DSC00429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414749800137766098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Dylan's first bite of sardine with Ritz cracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyUOdqJq1dI/AAAAAAAAD94/2_nK1uqIh_E/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyUOdqJq1dI/AAAAAAAAD94/2_nK1uqIh_E/s320/DSC00427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414750029676729810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end, he realized he didn't like sardine at all.&lt;br /&gt;He drank a cup of milk to cover the "yucky" stuff.&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/841969658467372456-6595194057172525298?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/6595194057172525298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=6595194057172525298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6595194057172525298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6595194057172525298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-month-dylan-has-been-working-on.html' title='Sardines'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyUOGgzok9I/AAAAAAAAD9o/_JU7zhWMdak/s72-c/DSC00426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2273476769935995152</id><published>2009-12-10T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:54:12.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyHeG1EL0hI/AAAAAAAAD9g/qneR8w9060U/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyHeG1EL0hI/AAAAAAAAD9g/qneR8w9060U/s320/DSC00472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413852435981259282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I was buying few items at Staples, I found Ryan trying something new from the shelves. It was a pair of glasses.  In a small way, he looked somewhat  look good in a pair of glasses.  Wonder if he could see where he was going while he was wearing a pair of reading glasses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-2273476769935995152?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2273476769935995152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2273476769935995152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2273476769935995152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2273476769935995152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/glasses.html' title='Glasses'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SyHeG1EL0hI/AAAAAAAAD9g/qneR8w9060U/s72-c/DSC00472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2223305093460019208</id><published>2009-12-04T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:37:09.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake or Real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SxnvAxnFyJI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/lGhEEnLa_d4/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SxnvAxnFyJI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/lGhEEnLa_d4/s320/DSC00436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411619223858694290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was fooling it around with my cat, Star.  I loved the way Star gave us his suspecting looks.  He was not sure if Santa Claus was real or fake.  Or it may have something to do with my smelly foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-2223305093460019208?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2223305093460019208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2223305093460019208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2223305093460019208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2223305093460019208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/fake-or-real.html' title='Fake or Real?'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SxnvAxnFyJI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/lGhEEnLa_d4/s72-c/DSC00436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5649483926182628927</id><published>2009-12-04T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:23:22.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorful Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sxnt4x8kBBI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/9Aa7SSegz7Y/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sxnt4x8kBBI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/9Aa7SSegz7Y/s320/DSC00442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411617986998174738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For months, we have had warm weather in Southern California.  The last few days ago, the weather starts to cool it down.   It is really amazing the colorful trees finally arrived in Southern California.  This certainly felt wonderful when I saw these colorful trees on my way to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-5649483926182628927?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5649483926182628927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5649483926182628927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5649483926182628927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5649483926182628927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/colorful-trees.html' title='Colorful Trees'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sxnt4x8kBBI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/9Aa7SSegz7Y/s72-c/DSC00442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-6284254167942530554</id><published>2009-11-27T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:05:46.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Smart  Alec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.underconsideration.com/brandnew/archives/coke_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 192px;" src="http://www.underconsideration.com/brandnew/archives/coke_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after Thanksgiving, we went back to my mother in law's house to meet another family member.   There were lots of left over food including soft drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan pleaded to have Cola Cola from his older cousin, Katya.  I told him, "No, you had enough soft drinks."  He begged me again.  Still, I was firmed with a big NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after he and I walked into different directions, Ryan went outside to play with other cousins from Oregon and Utah.  But this time, his cousin Katya caught him being sneaky behind my back.  He was trying to get a can of Diet Coke out of patio's refrigerator.  Katya was trying to warn him that I did ask him not to take any more soft drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan sharply replied with a scolding facial expression:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No!  I'm an evil genius from the invisible summit* and I like Coca Cola and Diet Coke and YOU CAN'T STOP ME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Katya tried so hard not to laugh with his comment.  She walked back in the house and burst into laughter.  She then told us what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was surprised he used longer words (21 words total..)  Second, Katya happened to have a hood shirt saying, "Summit" because that is her high school.  I even asked if there was an expression from T.V.  Nope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-6284254167942530554?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/6284254167942530554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=6284254167942530554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6284254167942530554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6284254167942530554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-smart-alec.html' title='Being Smart  Alec'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7480490960743794945</id><published>2009-11-25T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:28:59.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Activities</title><content type='html'>This past week, I have had lots of Thanksgiving activities.  One of the activities was involved in teaching them the surfaces about the masks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of them created their own masks and write from simple sentences to one paragraph.  It depends on the student's ability.  It took them three days to put all of the masks and writing together before reading their paper to another class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sw4eC2B1rQI/AAAAAAAAD8k/XR01lMNklFY/s1600/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sw4eC2B1rQI/AAAAAAAAD8k/XR01lMNklFY/s320/DSC00354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408293236730342658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sw4eX-AR6bI/AAAAAAAAD8s/tN2niYTg0Cw/s1600/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sw4eX-AR6bI/AAAAAAAAD8s/tN2niYTg0Cw/s320/DSC00351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408293599648541106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sw4ejnDW-iI/AAAAAAAAD84/o1fjJrg-Z9I/s1600/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sw4ejnDW-iI/AAAAAAAAD84/o1fjJrg-Z9I/s320/DSC00359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408293799645870626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After they finished reading their paper to another class, the entire Deaf and Hard of Hearing Program started their first Thanksgiving feast.   They all loved interacting with other students as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sw4fdYyucKI/AAAAAAAAD9A/hLlKwR_1Ryc/s1600/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sw4fdYyucKI/AAAAAAAAD9A/hLlKwR_1Ryc/s200/DSC00374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408294792250421410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end, we all have to remind ourselves that there are many things to be grateful. Having the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sw4f2ABluqI/AAAAAAAAD9I/Hu8S-q3KEjI/s1600/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sw4f2ABluqI/AAAAAAAAD9I/Hu8S-q3KEjI/s200/DSC00398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408295215098608290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deaf and Hard of Hearing program open along with a wonderful staff give a second chance for all of us.  Many this program continues to many more wonderful years for the students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7480490960743794945?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7480490960743794945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7480490960743794945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7480490960743794945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7480490960743794945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-activities.html' title='Thanksgiving Activities'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sw4eC2B1rQI/AAAAAAAAD8k/XR01lMNklFY/s72-c/DSC00354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5021886661922440254</id><published>2009-11-21T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:18:20.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Cats</title><content type='html'>It was time for us to teach Star and Moonlight that there was Santa Claus. No one had taught them while they were living in Human Society for a couple of months. Thus, we thought it was appropriate for them to learn about Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwjJUFUVD_I/AAAAAAAAD8U/oIJj6Vo0Mww/s1600/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwjJUFUVD_I/AAAAAAAAD8U/oIJj6Vo0Mww/s320/DSC00336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406792699520290802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwjJiZJIIiI/AAAAAAAAD8c/oLm_Z6Iru-E/s1600/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwjJiZJIIiI/AAAAAAAAD8c/oLm_Z6Iru-E/s320/DSC00337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406792945360183842" 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/841969658467372456-5021886661922440254?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5021886661922440254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5021886661922440254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5021886661922440254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5021886661922440254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/santa-cats.html' title='Santa Cats'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwjJUFUVD_I/AAAAAAAAD8U/oIJj6Vo0Mww/s72-c/DSC00336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-1323111997560951989</id><published>2009-11-19T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:18:55.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classroom Observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwX49fPlWVI/AAAAAAAAD70/bHrDRaapX1U/s1600/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwX49fPlWVI/AAAAAAAAD70/bHrDRaapX1U/s200/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406000662970718546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Wednesday afternoon, I received a final report from my coordinator and Special Education Director from the County after finished observing my class.  They covered on four parts of the observation:  instructional materials and strategies,  classroom organization and management, student engagement, and communication.  It was a two page worth of an observation, but I'll skim the statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructional Materials and Strategies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher did a good job connecting current and new learning to previous learning and across content area.  She used a map and a globe to add clarification to details in the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assessment materials developed around the story were exceptional. Those provided &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwX5VYn5UgI/AAAAAAAAD78/uUdbQYXG6hE/s1600/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwX5VYn5UgI/AAAAAAAAD78/uUdbQYXG6hE/s200/DSC00282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406001073510502914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;included excellent vocabulary development materials (including visuals/pictures with the printed words) and appropriate modification to the lessons.  Also the student was given questions to respond to regarding the materials covered which required that the student use their writing skills to develop complete thoughts and sentences which included summarizing and making inferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classroom Organization and Management:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classroom is well organized with clear physical boundaries.  Visual cues are used to label different materials, work areas, and expectations. The wall space was used efficiently and clearly delineated core topics by &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwX5oZfi4xI/AAAAAAAAD8E/mvv9xpixrVs/s1600/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwX5oZfi4xI/AAAAAAAAD8E/mvv9xpixrVs/s200/DSC00295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406001400161428242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grade levels (math, literature, activities, word wall, noun-verb-adjective wall, calendar, maps, etc.)    the classroom rules posted on the whiteboard, it was challenge to read.  However, both the teacher and the IA used constant positive reinforcing language with the students, which demonstrates evidence of a positive behavior management system.  The students were very responsive to the praise and appeared to be confident learners, as a result of the praise and scaffolded instruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student Engagement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were actively engaged in the direct instruction, and those who were doing independent tasks were engaged and on tasks the majority of the time.  By grouping the students at their performance levels and utilizing staff, the instruction time was maximized and use appropriately to keep students on task and eager to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Communication:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher and the IA used very clear communication with t students, including ASL, CASE, sim-com, along with visuals to support language development.    Both the teacher and the IA used &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwX63QmkG4I/AAAAAAAAD8M/umLMjlVswDg/s1600/DSC06270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwX63QmkG4I/AAAAAAAAD8M/umLMjlVswDg/s200/DSC06270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406002754984614786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;very positive language, facial expressions and body language while working with the students, providing positive feedback and encouragement. Even when a student responded with and error, the teacher gave praise, and reinforced by providing the correct answer and clarification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the meeting, I felt really good that I received an outstanding report especially from the director.   Also, I was told that I have a natural talent in teaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-1323111997560951989?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1323111997560951989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=1323111997560951989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1323111997560951989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1323111997560951989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/classroom-observation.html' title='Classroom Observation'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SwX49fPlWVI/AAAAAAAAD70/bHrDRaapX1U/s72-c/DSC00294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2226018922729220775</id><published>2009-11-14T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:02:13.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walrus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look what I found Dylan while he was taking a bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv7wXGD-juI/AAAAAAAAD7k/oOpqzkZWi10/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv7wXGD-juI/AAAAAAAAD7k/oOpqzkZWi10/s320/DSC00304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404020882446126818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm trying to figure it out why he decided to pretend to be a walrus.&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/841969658467372456-2226018922729220775?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2226018922729220775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2226018922729220775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2226018922729220775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2226018922729220775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/walrus.html' title='Walrus'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv7wXGD-juI/AAAAAAAAD7k/oOpqzkZWi10/s72-c/DSC00304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-1624859057062649613</id><published>2009-11-13T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:00:01.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Service</title><content type='html'>This time, my younger son has another project for his second grade class.  His class was learning about the Community Services.  He chose, "Mail Carrier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started helping him to put the blue paper over the little shoe boxes.  The rest of the other part of his project, he did on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv434cxh2fI/AAAAAAAAD68/0JEBbTAWO7Y/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv434cxh2fI/AAAAAAAAD68/0JEBbTAWO7Y/s200/DSC00299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403818045827308018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv44DZDt60I/AAAAAAAAD7E/XyKLCmsELts/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv44DZDt60I/AAAAAAAAD7E/XyKLCmsELts/s200/DSC00301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403818233808415554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv44P580eUI/AAAAAAAAD7M/Tua0IIH2DE4/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv44P580eUI/AAAAAAAAD7M/Tua0IIH2DE4/s200/DSC00300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403818448796285250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv44fMtG-XI/AAAAAAAAD7U/pgeKe5VPRoo/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv44fMtG-XI/AAAAAAAAD7U/pgeKe5VPRoo/s200/DSC00298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403818711528700274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv44oqvtb4I/AAAAAAAAD7c/0k8Ljn1C7i8/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv44oqvtb4I/AAAAAAAAD7c/0k8Ljn1C7i8/s200/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403818874211495810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of his project, he was so proud of his achievement. But I wanted to tell you something funny.  As soon as he finished the project, he told me, " I have an idea. Let's going to Ms. Welter's House (his teacher) and bring the cats to her house." (In case you need to review, look at his envelope on the side of his box.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-1624859057062649613?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1624859057062649613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=1624859057062649613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1624859057062649613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1624859057062649613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/community-service.html' title='Community Service'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv434cxh2fI/AAAAAAAAD68/0JEBbTAWO7Y/s72-c/DSC00299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5263433898239180907</id><published>2009-11-13T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:49:53.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Tattoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what I found this evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv42raau1HI/AAAAAAAAD60/I3ESe-ih9L8/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv42raau1HI/AAAAAAAAD60/I3ESe-ih9L8/s320/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403816722344891506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Ryan's triple tattoos.  Although, I am grateful he did NOT use a permanent black pen.&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/841969658467372456-5263433898239180907?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5263433898239180907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5263433898239180907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5263433898239180907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5263433898239180907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/triple-tattoos.html' title='Triple Tattoos'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sv42raau1HI/AAAAAAAAD60/I3ESe-ih9L8/s72-c/DSC00293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5693998336322443580</id><published>2009-11-11T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:27:27.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaint Letter/Reply</title><content type='html'>Here's what happened when I took my younger son for an examination on his right leg (turned out that he torn his femur muscles.)  In the letter, I wrote a letter to the Supervisor about the nurse's demeanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Dear Ms. Barrera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 9, 2009, I brought my minor son, Ryan McClellan to Eastake Children's Primary Medical Office after he had injured his right leg. We waited in the reception area for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were placed in an examination room, I decided to read my son's medical chart that was placed up in the front of our patient room while we were waiting. Unfortunately, one of the nurses, Gloria Sandoval told me that I was forbidden to read my own son's medical chart. She then removed the chart from the door so I could not access it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she approached to Doctor Abraham Broudy what had happened before seeing us. She handed the chart directly to him. By that time, Dr.Broudy came to check with my son's right leg. After the visit was complete, I questioned if I had the rights to check my child's chart. First, he apologized. He then said, "Normally it is between the doctor and the patient. You can have all of the copies if you would like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ryan's parent,I have every right to be able to read my son's chart. I should not have to explain my reasons and I do not think that it was appropriate for the nurse to not only tell me that I was not allowed to read the chart but to physically remove the chart from my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surely hope this will not happen again. I do look forward to getting a reply from you. Please contact me at this above address, or e-mail address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura McClellan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got a reply from her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre wrap=""&gt;Good afternoon Mrs. McClellan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I do want to apologize for the long wait that you experienced the day you brought in Ryan. Patients have been experiencing a longer wait than usual do to it now being the flu season and having one provider out of the office due to a personal emergency. Although we do try to accommodate all of our patients, it also makes it a little more difficult if a patient walks in without an appointment because the staff does not have the appropriate time to prepare the chart. My staff and providers are working as hard as&lt;br /&gt;possible to make this a good experience for all our patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding your sons Medical Record the employee is actually correct. It is our policy that parents do not go through the patients chart only because things may get misinterpreted. Although you do have every right to your child's medical record we have to follow a process which is having the parent sign a medical release form and be given copies of medical record. Also as a patient you do have a right to view the&lt;br /&gt;medical records with a provider present. I do apologize for the actions of the employee and for not having her properly explain our company policy. I will make sure that I speak to my staff to ensure this does not happen again. &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-5693998336322443580?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5693998336322443580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5693998336322443580&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5693998336322443580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5693998336322443580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/complaint-letterreply.html' title='Complaint Letter/Reply'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2646731400199226950</id><published>2009-11-11T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:05:16.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>This past week, Ryan was out of school for two days.  One was picking him up early for having his right leg check up.  It turned out that he had a fermur muscle pulled. That was why he was limping for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after we visited the doctor,  I caught him throwing up in the toliet several time.  This made me stay home taking care of him and his "well" brother for the day before Veteran's Day.  By the time, Ryan was well in the late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it was time for Ryan to catch his homework up,  his funny comment cracked me up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbpl.lib.ia.us/reference/homework.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.cbpl.lib.ia.us/reference/homework.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom, I am going to give you a report card. You give me WAYYYY TOO MUCH HOMEWORK." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased to report that he did a lot.  Second, he is speaking more and more longer sentences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-2646731400199226950?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2646731400199226950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2646731400199226950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2646731400199226950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2646731400199226950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7159375924013872380</id><published>2009-11-10T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:14:04.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night</title><content type='html'>Right after we finished cutting the pumpkins, the boys were all excited to go out for a trick or treat. However, we had to wait until David came home from Scuba Diving.  He came home in time for the boys to go out for Halloween activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmtD51w32I/AAAAAAAAD6k/tZEs7UMGlbs/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmtD51w32I/AAAAAAAAD6k/tZEs7UMGlbs/s200/DSC00235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402539510585155426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The full moon showed behind our backyard.  It was a PERFECT way of showing Halloween spirit.  The kids were out in the neighbor.   The more I go out for Halloween with my kids, the less kids were out there.  I felt so bad for the kids for not seeing the same thing that David and I went through.  But at least they had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we decided to dress themselves up as a Pirate because we &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmtXmghP8I/AAAAAAAAD6s/lIWemFJ9agQ/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmtXmghP8I/AAAAAAAAD6s/lIWemFJ9agQ/s200/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402539848993161154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just bought expensive clothes for the Cruises. They accepted my suggestion. Thank goodness.  They also liked my idea of picking only ten candies out of a tons of candies from trick or treat. The rest of the candies were passed it out at David's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we ended up agreeing that next year we all will be going out to the stores where they pass the candies out-- just like my mom did at her work.  It will save our money and time.  Not only saving our time,  this will be a lot more fun for my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7159375924013872380?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7159375924013872380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7159375924013872380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7159375924013872380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7159375924013872380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween Night'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmtD51w32I/AAAAAAAAD6k/tZEs7UMGlbs/s72-c/DSC00235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-8359469306639909965</id><published>2009-11-10T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:01:50.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmlU4ITloI/AAAAAAAAD5U/it7hljjPlZM/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmlU4ITloI/AAAAAAAAD5U/it7hljjPlZM/s200/DSC00205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402531006090811010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Svmktm9TaUI/AAAAAAAAD5M/slvqmf_wI9c/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Svmktm9TaUI/AAAAAAAAD5M/slvqmf_wI9c/s200/DSC00184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402530331466361154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a couple of rounds my kids and I had gone to Pumpkin Patch.  But this time, they had not gone to our home area:  Bonita's Pumpkin Patch.  It is about 15 minutes to drive.  It was a perfect excuse to have fun especially on Halloween's afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we walked in the Patch, Dylan and I were able to go all over the Pumpkin Patch for an hour before we stopped by McDonald's for a lunch.  The kids immediately pet the hornless &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmlxArat_I/AAAAAAAAD5c/I0i5_BwlfJs/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmlxArat_I/AAAAAAAAD5c/I0i5_BwlfJs/s200/DSC00187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402531489421899762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;goats by feeding them with the leaves.  They also have rabbits.  Rabbits eat gourds.    Ryan especially enjoyed feeding the animals while Dylan enjoyed exploring every where.  Soon, Ryan followed his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After feeding the goats and rabbits, the boys and I joined the Hay-Ride while David was out for  a Halloween Scuba Diving. .  Dylan survived through because he was holding his breath from the hay.   Ryan enjoyed&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Svml9vRCkII/AAAAAAAAD5k/15sLIYK_KLQ/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Svml9vRCkII/AAAAAAAAD5k/15sLIYK_KLQ/s200/DSC00215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402531708086161538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the sight seeing even the dirt was blowing up in the air.   On the road, we were able to see the pumpkin patch and several scare crows around the patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the driver dropped us off at the front of Corn Maze Entrance,  Dylan and I enjoyed finding their way to get out of a maze. But to my astonishment,  Ryan decided to cut through the maze.  He &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Svmn9EZ-VmI/AAAAAAAAD5s/Eav66gHDiyU/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Svmn9EZ-VmI/AAAAAAAAD5s/Eav66gHDiyU/s200/DSC00199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402533895604164194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;walked through the corn maze.  Dylan soon followed his foot step.   I had wanted to go back and find the proper way out.  Since I am the only adult for my boys,  I could not catch them up.  I let cheat this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got out of a maze, we were already in the Pumpkin Patch&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmoWJdWYaI/AAAAAAAAD50/PnJN8wCDjuE/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmoWJdWYaI/AAAAAAAAD50/PnJN8wCDjuE/s200/DSC00200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402534326457229730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; field.  They found a pumpkin that they liked.  So I purchased one of each.  You could not image how exciting they were to cut their own pumpkin.  While they were anxious to cut their own pumpkin, all of us decided to be silly piglets for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmopLi5RgI/AAAAAAAAD58/piimGkOazGQ/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmopLi5RgI/AAAAAAAAD58/piimGkOazGQ/s200/DSC00210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402534653434873346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Svmo8X_NuoI/AAAAAAAAD6E/dQ_cbZBpJUg/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Svmo8X_NuoI/AAAAAAAAD6E/dQ_cbZBpJUg/s200/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402534983192394370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time we got home, the boys were anxiously to CUT their pumpkin NOW.  I had to instruct them: markers, cut on the top, taking the seeds out, rinse and baked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmpLkvMR7I/AAAAAAAAD6M/1iWHzUUUp2c/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmpLkvMR7I/AAAAAAAAD6M/1iWHzUUUp2c/s200/DSC00227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402535244312889266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Svmp-eypUcI/AAAAAAAAD6U/04TB8mooSlI/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Svmp-eypUcI/AAAAAAAAD6U/04TB8mooSlI/s200/DSC00228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402536118890090946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmqOfgRpuI/AAAAAAAAD6c/oXWCWfArqdc/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmqOfgRpuI/AAAAAAAAD6c/oXWCWfArqdc/s200/DSC00229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402536393959384802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet, I thought it was a perfect Halloween afternoon.&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/841969658467372456-8359469306639909965?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8359469306639909965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=8359469306639909965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8359469306639909965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8359469306639909965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SvmlU4ITloI/AAAAAAAAD5U/it7hljjPlZM/s72-c/DSC00205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-97705328558596559</id><published>2009-10-18T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:02:51.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look what I found on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/StwCTTbYTOI/AAAAAAAAD5E/ozbFmVULgcw/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/StwCTTbYTOI/AAAAAAAAD5E/ozbFmVULgcw/s320/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394188984338894050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;David and I automatically knew it was coming from Ryan.  Jacob, the horse, was his toy that he usually likes to carry. But we thought it was amazing after Ryan put it all together as if it was a carriage:  horse, skateboard, house key, treasure chest, tape and rubber band to hold it together.  This is a good sign that he has improved with his imagination.  Perhaps, he will become a future engineer.&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/841969658467372456-97705328558596559?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/97705328558596559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=97705328558596559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/97705328558596559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/97705328558596559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/amazing-discovery.html' title='An Amazing Discovery'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/StwCTTbYTOI/AAAAAAAAD5E/ozbFmVULgcw/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7312326022932343894</id><published>2009-10-15T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:16:06.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylanzilla</title><content type='html'>This is another round project for Dylan's.  This time the teacher gave him the assignments to create a story about himself in a movie after he read, "Dogzilla" from the 3rd grade curriculum.   Of course, I helped him to improvise the story, especially having a Halloween around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-18abb2d4f568192e" 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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18abb2d4f568192e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036598%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D734E44FCDF796FA0030269297FA8C6CCC32E3730.23280F20AFC447CF7DD712C90DFF862D7E3D4771%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18abb2d4f568192e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkckjH1vtr18A3zAjFP47ebcuOCI&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.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18abb2d4f568192e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036598%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D734E44FCDF796FA0030269297FA8C6CCC32E3730.23280F20AFC447CF7DD712C90DFF862D7E3D4771%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18abb2d4f568192e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkckjH1vtr18A3zAjFP47ebcuOCI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7312326022932343894?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7312326022932343894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7312326022932343894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7312326022932343894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7312326022932343894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/dylanzilla.html' title='Dylanzilla'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2098165434741593519</id><published>2009-10-15T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:25:16.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago, our cat  Star was required to wear a "collar" because he had a very bad eye infection.  We believe it was due to having a cat fight with Moonlight, our other cat.  At first, we thought we would have one of his eyes removed.   But the time we got to the Vet for the second time round. The vet brought a better news.  Star's eyes got a LOT better.  He, the vet, mentioned his blood vein has been shrinking. Thus, he needs to continue to have a medication.. But he does not need to have a collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Stf1aPFXQPI/AAAAAAAAD40/rKYkA54BSaA/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Stf1aPFXQPI/AAAAAAAAD40/rKYkA54BSaA/s320/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393048909873889522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time, he was able to play more, especially with Ryan.&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/841969658467372456-2098165434741593519?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2098165434741593519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2098165434741593519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2098165434741593519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2098165434741593519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/star.html' title='Star'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Stf1aPFXQPI/AAAAAAAAD40/rKYkA54BSaA/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-4223081771250699082</id><published>2009-10-15T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:10:13.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Window</title><content type='html'>No more than three weeks ago, I have mentioned that all of my little and big men had lost a tooth on the same week.   Little I know that Dylan would have lost two tooth less than a month.  He was so proud to have a "window."  Dylan just would like to earn extra cash from Tooth Fairy because he  was so proud to pull his teeth on his own without depending on the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Stfy2wsEPKI/AAAAAAAAD4s/sKHEqdnB45s/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Stfy2wsEPKI/AAAAAAAAD4s/sKHEqdnB45s/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393046101396044962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end, he was so EXCITING to get a five dollar from a Tooth Fairy!&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/841969658467372456-4223081771250699082?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/4223081771250699082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=4223081771250699082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/4223081771250699082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/4223081771250699082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/window.html' title='Window'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Stfy2wsEPKI/AAAAAAAAD4s/sKHEqdnB45s/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5941096200019671769</id><published>2009-10-09T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:10:54.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan and Ryan</title><content type='html'>A week ago, I took two PERFECT pictures of my sons, Dylan and Ryan while we were at Seaport Village.  I was so pleased that they cooperated with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9b_nt6IhI/AAAAAAAAD4U/rIw047b3v0Y/s1600-h/DSC01328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9b_nt6IhI/AAAAAAAAD4U/rIw047b3v0Y/s320/DSC01328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390628427537195538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9c5pmx_1I/AAAAAAAAD4k/LIJP5Tj1tjE/s1600-h/DSC01330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9c5pmx_1I/AAAAAAAAD4k/LIJP5Tj1tjE/s320/DSC01330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390629424476585810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-5941096200019671769?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5941096200019671769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5941096200019671769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5941096200019671769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5941096200019671769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/dylan-and-ryan.html' title='Dylan and Ryan'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9b_nt6IhI/AAAAAAAAD4U/rIw047b3v0Y/s72-c/DSC01328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-4601553738511018655</id><published>2009-10-09T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:49:54.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seaport Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9YtxP3fuI/AAAAAAAAD3k/3Z042_mRXUU/s1600-h/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9YtxP3fuI/AAAAAAAAD3k/3Z042_mRXUU/s200/DSC01337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390624822323019490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the Fall Break, the boys and I went over to Seaport Village for the nice, sunny afternoon.  Once we got there, we decided to stop by the Hat Store.  There were many different kinds of hats from golf to silly hats.  The boys enjoyed trying out for hats.  I have seen other people from all ages trying out hats for fun, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9Z8OTrPAI/AAAAAAAAD30/3iwSD9blseY/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9Z8OTrPAI/AAAAAAAAD30/3iwSD9blseY/s200/DSC01311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390626170153417730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9adv4gE3I/AAAAAAAAD38/aM1-nlsAYpg/s1600-h/DSC01312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9adv4gE3I/AAAAAAAAD38/aM1-nlsAYpg/s200/DSC01312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390626746101928818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After trying out for the hats, we went inside some of the stores. This included visiting Shells store which it was one of Ryan's destinations to visit.  They were awed to see tons of shells.  Of course, I purchased some of the shells for them including a pair of earrings for me.  OH, I love earrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9aw7j8b-I/AAAAAAAAD4E/CiZfu01iELA/s1600-h/DSC01323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9aw7j8b-I/AAAAAAAAD4E/CiZfu01iELA/s200/DSC01323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390627075654447074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also stayed for a lunch and a dessert treat.  Both boys chose their own favorite ice cream. Dylan picked Mint Chocolate just like his dad.   Ryan ALWAYS chose Chocolate.  It made him look like having chocolate goatee.  When Dylan tried to take the ice cream wrapper off, the ice cream cone fell out.  He was upset for a short time. But then he said to me, "The next time I have an ice cream, I will ask you for a help." He was being a good sportsmanship this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before we hit off for home, both Ryan and Dylan enjoyed chasing the birds and looking over the sea.  One thing I could tell you I was surprised&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9bHyGMBnI/AAAAAAAAD4M/AebM8otAmU4/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9bHyGMBnI/AAAAAAAAD4M/AebM8otAmU4/s200/DSC01332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390627468250711666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that they did NOT want to go on a Merry Go Around!  I guess I have to move on, and let them being a real big  boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-4601553738511018655?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/4601553738511018655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=4601553738511018655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/4601553738511018655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/4601553738511018655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/seaport-villages.html' title='Seaport Village'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Ss9YtxP3fuI/AAAAAAAAD3k/3Z042_mRXUU/s72-c/DSC01337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5479884218364646181</id><published>2009-09-15T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:27:08.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing Aider</title><content type='html'>I once had a hearing pre-school student in my classroom at the beginning of the school year.   She eventually was sent to Oral, non-signing, class along with the other deaf pre - school students.  It matches to her grade levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is a really funny yet true story about this particular hearing student.   A few weeks after she was sent to Oral class,  she noticed she was different from her classmates.  The difference is that she did not have any hearing aids nor wearing a Cochlear Implants, a popular fad for the hearing parents of deaf child.   She had requested her mother to purchase a hearing aid.  Have you ever thought about a hearing child wants a hearing aid?  It cracked me up.   Without saying no to this child, the mother had an idea.   The mother of a hearing child ordered a&lt;a href="http://www.buildabear.com/shop/productdetail.aspx?ProductSKU=9728&amp;amp;Category=Health+and+Beauty&amp;amp;CallingPage=ProductSummary"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Plush hearing aid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from the Build A Bear Workshop Store online.  It was only two dollars. (This will be interesting when it arrives, seeing her wearing a plush hearing aid, and reacting from her and the other deaf students.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only requesting by  providing her a hearing aid,  she also pleaded to go to the speech therapy because all of her deaf classmates go to speech therapy.  She raised her hand, "Me too, I need to have a speech lesson!"  Who ever thought about liking to go to a  speech therapy?  She was one of the unique children who would request for a speech therapy.  I did not like attending speech therapy until I was in high school due to wanting to practice for my Key Note Graduation. But I thought this is one of the funniest stories I have ever had in my teaching years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-5479884218364646181?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5479884218364646181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5479884218364646181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5479884218364646181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5479884218364646181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/hearing-aider.html' title='Hearing Aider'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-1732838765083860412</id><published>2009-09-12T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:21:00.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabetian Collar</title><content type='html'>A week after we adopted two kittens, Star and Moonlight.  We noticed one of our kittens, Star started having eye infection.  This time it did not charge us when we took him for an examination except for the medication.  The vet had decided to put him Elizabethan Collar on for two weeks.  This may be the reason for having an environment changes.  For the past three days, we noticed all of the infections are coming out of his eyes.  It was due to taking oral antibiotic medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqwsvtDOQWI/AAAAAAAAD3c/J9z5pcE0_Dw/s1600-h/DSC06304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqwsvtDOQWI/AAAAAAAAD3c/J9z5pcE0_Dw/s320/DSC06304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380724852859486562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As soon as two weeks pass by, he will return to a normal kitten. He deserves it because we enjoy feeling him purring constantly no matter with our without Elizabethan Collar.  I will post the picture as soon he is fully recovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-1732838765083860412?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1732838765083860412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=1732838765083860412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1732838765083860412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1732838765083860412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/elizabetian-collar.html' title='Elizabetian Collar'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqwsvtDOQWI/AAAAAAAAD3c/J9z5pcE0_Dw/s72-c/DSC06304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-8521500884740808120</id><published>2009-09-12T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:05:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.folda.net/lib/davilabk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.folda.net/lib/davilabk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/David/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-15.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Since two schools (Vista Square and Maryland Avenue Elementary Schools were closed to downsizing students) became one BIG program, we all had to create the school name.  We, the staff, had to avoid political for both signing and oral students and parents by creating the school name.&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;At first, we planned on naming the school:  I. King Jordan, the first Deaf Gallaudet President in 124 years.  But knowing it would be extremely difficult because Gallaudet is a deaf and signing school. We did not want to give the parents the wrong impression while they are favoring their child to be in oral program.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;By the time I got home from staff meeting, I had a deliberation with my husband.  He gave me several pin points of why we should be naming the school, "Davila Day School."  I then immediately e-mailed to my boss. From that point, she e-mailed all of the staff to vote either: I.K. Jordan, or Davila Day School.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Here are the reasons we are naming the school, "Davila Day School":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;1. Robert Davila became deaf at the age of 8&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;2. He was president of CAID&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;3. He was vice president of Gallaudet for 20 years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;2.  Was a former secretary assistant Department of Special Education and Rehabilitation Services in  the U.S. Department of Education (1989 - 1993)  He was one of the highest federal ranking deaf individuals.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;3.  Was superintendent of the New York School for the Deaf in White Plains (93-96)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;4.  Was selected to be the President for National Institution for the Deaf (96-06) until he retired.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;5. Was a temporary replacement after I. K. Jordon, left Gallaudet University. (07)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;6.  He can speak and write Spanish fluently-- even has developed a clear speaking voice as well as a confident signing.  – &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  **6. He was born San Diego and attended California School for the Deaf Berkley (now Fremont.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of the vote was "Davila Day School."  I honesty can say I am pleased because I would certainly think that would be appropriate.  Now, we are exciting to put the new sign, "Davila Day School." And more importantly, we, the staff, all are anxious to invite Robert Davila to welcome the offically new program: Davila Day School.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-8521500884740808120?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8521500884740808120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=8521500884740808120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8521500884740808120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8521500884740808120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-name.html' title='School Name'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2738835325642517319</id><published>2009-09-06T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:37:20.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adopting Kittens</title><content type='html'>Can you believe David, my husband, kept his words to get us a kitten after we got back from Disney Cruise?  It had been years since I have had a kitten.  I have always like Black and White kitten/cat because I have had them while I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, David announced that we would be going to Animal Human Society to get a kitten.  Boy, don't you know getting this wonderful news made us exciting? By the time, we got there, we ended up getting two kittens for the same price as for one kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, our kittens are seven months old.  They both are very outgoing people instead of the black and white kitten that we saw at the Human Society.  The Black and White kitten was too shy and exciting. We had to think of a long term about the kitten's personality.  Thus, we ended up getting gray and white, and orange and white kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPIRPSFqbI/AAAAAAAAD3M/2UxR6UU0hHM/s1600-h/DSC06284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPIRPSFqbI/AAAAAAAAD3M/2UxR6UU0hHM/s320/DSC06284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378362578496235954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPIkTQec5I/AAAAAAAAD3U/XfX_tCNb7a0/s1600-h/DSC06286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPIkTQec5I/AAAAAAAAD3U/XfX_tCNb7a0/s320/DSC06286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378362905980728210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After they spent the night with us, we finally come to the conclusion on naming our two kittens: Star and Moonlight. Star is an orange and white cat.  Moonlight is gray and white.  The reason why we chose their names were they came from a universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-2738835325642517319?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2738835325642517319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2738835325642517319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2738835325642517319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2738835325642517319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/adopting-kittens.html' title='Adopting Kittens'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPIRPSFqbI/AAAAAAAAD3M/2UxR6UU0hHM/s72-c/DSC06284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-8231760129165341859</id><published>2009-09-06T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:27:06.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Classroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPFq-1n93I/AAAAAAAAD2s/9RPTQ98y7xw/s1600-h/DSC06272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPFq-1n93I/AAAAAAAAD2s/9RPTQ98y7xw/s200/DSC06272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378359722223597426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been a month and a half working for San Diego County Department of Education as a Deaf and Hard of Hearing teacher.   I actually enjoyed my job very much to work variety of students from age six to nine years old (first through fourth grade.)  Working variety of grade levels are not easy to do.  In fact, I had to break into three groups  in order to get their instructional lessons from me and the aide. One of the groups get an independent lesson for a few minutes.  Then, I routine the group.  For&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPF7rYwJcI/AAAAAAAAD20/e54bHh3zNSM/s1600-h/DSC06274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPF7rYwJcI/AAAAAAAAD20/e54bHh3zNSM/s200/DSC06274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378360009060001218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; instance, one of the groups will be keeping themselves busy by practicing their skills from the Writing Center.  Each student has their name in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time in a long time, I have to work lots of paperwork over the weekend because of high demanding parents.  In a way, it is good to see many students have supports at home than I had in years.  Thus, I had to keep my work up over the years, including using the practice book from the curriculum books at all subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPGMx9kszI/AAAAAAAAD28/fBIObEFAJOI/s1600-h/DSC06271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPGMx9kszI/AAAAAAAAD28/fBIObEFAJOI/s200/DSC06271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378360302882829106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I have high demanding parents, I came up lots of visual aids and hand-on activities.  For instance, I had students created their Geography diorama: Desert, Forrest, and Mountain in time for the Open House.   Another thing I have done was having each students making Earth after they had learned recognizing 4 oceans and 7 continents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I kept the class under the control yet keep them motivation at the same time, I came up with the ideas of positive rewarding&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPGiXzmMmI/AAAAAAAAD3E/stKxb1VbFDs/s1600-h/DSC06269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPGiXzmMmI/AAAAAAAAD3E/stKxb1VbFDs/s200/DSC06269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378360673818784354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the tickets.  Earning a ticket or two are for:  having positive behavior all week, reading five books per week, doing all of the homework from the spiral book, and getting 80 % or better on Quiz/Test.  At the end of each month, we do the prize drawing. THEY LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only students loving my ideas,  my BIG boss from the County expressed to me, " I am SOOO thrilled to have you here.  I always get exciting whenever I walk in  your classroom.  You are a good teacher."  Don't you know how I feel when I see that statement from my BIG boss from the County?"  It inspired me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-8231760129165341859?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8231760129165341859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=8231760129165341859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8231760129165341859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8231760129165341859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-classroom.html' title='Update Classroom'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqPFq-1n93I/AAAAAAAAD2s/9RPTQ98y7xw/s72-c/DSC06272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7583322910462322279</id><published>2009-09-06T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T06:56:47.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collections</title><content type='html'>Do you remember you collect things while you were growing up?  If so, what did you collect?  I did collect several things: rocks, shells, pennies, and owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqO-qJVJshI/AAAAAAAAD2U/ekNJSti4480/s1600-h/DSC06268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqO-qJVJshI/AAAAAAAAD2U/ekNJSti4480/s200/DSC06268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378352011278922258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both of our boys like to collect things as hobbies. It was a good thing because they can earn their badge for having a hobby.   Dylan started out collecting Pez.   As of right now, he has 74 Pez. His destination is to get over 1, 3000 Pez.  Do you think he will make it?  He also collect shells after he liked the idea from his brother, Ryan.  Not only collecting shells, they collect the quarter states.  Didn't you know it is also include Puerto Rico??  I sure was stunned to see this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan started liking shells when we were on our lastDisney tour, Cast Away.  He did find some of the amazing things: the smallest white squirl&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqO_L3zajqI/AAAAAAAAD2c/nLzpYwVAByM/s1600-h/DSC06266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqO_L3zajqI/AAAAAAAAD2c/nLzpYwVAByM/s200/DSC06266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378352590689570466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shell on the beach.  From that moment, he wanted to collect more.  Lucky, he was able to get it more from my mom's work.  She works at the Sea Shell Store. It was perfect for him to collect new things he likes.    In fact, Ryan was so happy to get it more shells from my mom.  He got the biggest shells which made Dylan envy.  But I had a pin &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqO_cTYyrrI/AAAAAAAAD2k/m4UK4H0Pqgc/s1600-h/DSC06267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqO_cTYyrrI/AAAAAAAAD2k/m4UK4H0Pqgc/s200/DSC06267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378352872972005042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;point to him that he has lots of PEZs.  He settled himself down.   Not only collecting shells, he only likes Snow Globe that I got him from the Disney store.  He will get it more on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since both of the boys like to collect shells, it means we will have to change their bedroom theme. It is a matter of time because they are growing up like a weed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7583322910462322279?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7583322910462322279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7583322910462322279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7583322910462322279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7583322910462322279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/collections.html' title='Collections'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SqO-qJVJshI/AAAAAAAAD2U/ekNJSti4480/s72-c/DSC06268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7756897913699706446</id><published>2009-08-09T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:06:17.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of My New Classroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sn6rUkzH8XI/AAAAAAAAD1o/vm7GFF5PUMc/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sn6rUkzH8XI/AAAAAAAAD1o/vm7GFF5PUMc/s200/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367916175836049778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As some of you already know that I got a teaching job for San Diego County Department of Education, it is relatively new program for all six teachers, speech therapist and few other important people for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing Program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first returned to work from a long two weeks of vacation,  I was amazed how much storage I have had in my classroom. The other six teachers had the same thing, too.  It helped a lot to hide the junk stuff in the cabinets.    However, I had a difficult time to setting the classroom up because I was assigned to teach Pre K- third grades or able to create the class assignments at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of pushing myself too hard on the first day of returning to work, the matter was putting&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sn6rnR-ai_I/AAAAAAAAD1w/o7009mCHAo0/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sn6rnR-ai_I/AAAAAAAAD1w/o7009mCHAo0/s200/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367916497200647154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everything away in the classroom before the students arrive.  I had an aide and a volunteer helping me with only 29 boxes to put things away (Just remember: I was forced to give all of the coolest things back to the previous district.) The teachers had more than 100 boxes to put them away. But even though I only had 29 boxes, I still had a difficult time thinking on how to create the lesson plans when teaching with the wide age groups in my class: Pre K- third grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have had a volunteer and the aide setting the classroom up, they both made my room more welcome.  I was very fortunately that they both are brilliants with the ideas and arts. The teachers love my classroom instead of making it look like they are in the residential school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sn6sfUNiPkI/AAAAAAAAD14/sSpNm6Y44fE/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sn6sfUNiPkI/AAAAAAAAD14/sSpNm6Y44fE/s200/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367917459873611330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the last two weeks, I have tried to manage to deal with variety age groups by splitting into three groups.  I found it was impossible for two  reasons:  there was no computers and  no curriculum books.  I could come up with the lesson plans with the curriculum books for temporary. But it was impossible to keep my younger kids: Pre K and Kindergarten on-going hands on activities while I have two other older groups in my class.    Truthfully, I did want to give it up on teaching until my co -worker, who we work together last year, told me not to; otherwise she will find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of being difficulty creating the plans for two weeks, I had the parents obligate about the age group to the boss.   I sort of was glad because it made senses that working and teaching students in ASL all at once.  ( I could not image how the teacher taught students from K-12 back in 1800's in one big class room.)   The parents were not complaining about my teaching, but was complaining about the age ranges.  After that, my boss and I had a very good talk; she had a very good relationship.  She admitted that she will move the younger kids to another class and hire a seventh teachers.   Also thanks to the speech &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sn6tl0Ja74I/AAAAAAAAD2I/jqUjHQVu25o/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sn6tl0Ja74I/AAAAAAAAD2I/jqUjHQVu25o/s200/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367918671037132674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;therapist who begged for the seventh teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The County staff are currently in the progress on interviewing the teacher over the Video Relay Conference.  It happened to be one of my friends from California State University of Northridge. This will be an exciting moments if they hire her.  Hiring her will relieve for all of us, especially my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it settles it down, this will make difference for students' education. My boss knows and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sn6tPKzQFgI/AAAAAAAAD2A/2PE0f-NNens/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sn6tPKzQFgI/AAAAAAAAD2A/2PE0f-NNens/s200/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367918281981171202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;understands my destination:  impact for each student's education with a smaller classroom.  This will make parents happy.  Who doesn't blame them?  For those of the parents who came to observe me as a hawk, later admitted that they were glad to hear this will work it out by hiring another teacher. Also, they admitted  they are happy to have their child placing in my class (two of them) because I am the only ones who is skilled in American Sign Language besides the certified interpreters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we just finally got the computer and the curriculum teacher's manuel and textbooks two days ago.  From that point, we can proceed to write our standard lesson plans.  It was so awkward not to have any valid lesson plans.   Let's hope this will make difference for all of us: especially for each student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7756897913699706446?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7756897913699706446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7756897913699706446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7756897913699706446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7756897913699706446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-of-my-new-classroom.html' title='Update of My New Classroom'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sn6rUkzH8XI/AAAAAAAAD1o/vm7GFF5PUMc/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7080373618320369693</id><published>2009-07-26T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:26:28.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visting South Carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smzy6y_KRaI/AAAAAAAAD1A/TUxjMvkMxM8/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smzy6y_KRaI/AAAAAAAAD1A/TUxjMvkMxM8/s200/Picture+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362928348224439714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A day after we finished Disney Cruise and touring around Disney World Parks, we all took an Amtrak train from Orlando, Florida to Charleston, South Carolina.  It took us eight hours riding on a train. This was the first for the boys-- they LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While riding on a train, there was some rain on the way.  This did not bother us because we had some relaxing over watching the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzzEqGZCmI/AAAAAAAAD1I/1MveKnJi7xk/s1600-h/exhausted_5845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzzEqGZCmI/AAAAAAAAD1I/1MveKnJi7xk/s200/exhausted_5845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362928517637540450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DVD movies, taking short naps, and eating our dinner.  The boys chose over pizza than eating adult food! As soon we arrived South Carolina, it was LATE at night: 10 P.M.  From there, it took my mother an hour and a half to drive back to her home.  By the time, we got there, the boys definitely were pooped out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzzXleQgSI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/VLAF5H3fyTo/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzzXleQgSI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/VLAF5H3fyTo/s200/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362928842812981538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, my mother took us to her favorite beach site: Huntington Beach, South Carolina. We were amazed the water was literally warm-- a lot more warmer than in California water.  Not&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzwJORMbfI/AAAAAAAAD0o/NTIyzCjOKBk/s1600-h/DSC01151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzwJORMbfI/AAAAAAAAD0o/NTIyzCjOKBk/s200/DSC01151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362925297531121138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; only staying in the warm water, the waves was PERFECT!  There was no need to worry about the high waves at all.  Dylan learned to do a boogie board that my mother and Bruce brought to the beach.    Ryan played both in the water and busy making a mud birthday cake.  After the beach, she even stopped by where the alligators usually hung around.  It was not far from where we swam.  Not only finding the alligators swimming near the beach, we also discovered them in the marsh nearby &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzzpfF8xDI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/4rN7wGoMlPo/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzzpfF8xDI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/4rN7wGoMlPo/s200/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362929150338057266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my mother's home. I could not image if they would dare to walk up to the front door.  Fortunately, my mother's home live farther away from the marsh.  It would be impossible to have them walk on the the street, unless one of them dared to scare any of the neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited the places where my mother worked:  a cozy Sea Shell stores. Both boys were fantasized how much they like to collect shells. Ryan started to collect more shells after we llanded in Castaway island.  It was a good feeling for me to him having at least a hobby.  While I was there, I admitted that I dreamed &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smzxf75tcGI/AAAAAAAAD04/F17llK748Bc/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smzxf75tcGI/AAAAAAAAD04/F17llK748Bc/s200/DSC01160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362926787249401954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about collecting some shells for my teaching: Ocean Theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were squeezing our tours, my mom was kind enough to take us to Charleston where there were lots of old and beautiful buildings.  We even stopped by seeing more beaches and Shrimp&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smzz-wBu94I/AAAAAAAAD1g/Mw1HcOwwdhI/s1600-h/shrimpboat_5849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smzz-wBu94I/AAAAAAAAD1g/Mw1HcOwwdhI/s200/shrimpboat_5849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362929515661031298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boats.  At both times, we stopped for an ice cream especially during the hot weather.  With the hot weather, we had a chance to see many lightening.  The cutest statement was Ryan thought the lightening was chasing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzxDmx5XjI/AAAAAAAAD0w/852hH7nboQA/s1600-h/DSC01165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzxDmx5XjI/AAAAAAAAD0w/852hH7nboQA/s200/DSC01165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362926300543147570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the last day of spending the time with my mother, she took us to McClellanville town. It was neat to see our last name being in a small town.  David's eyes lit it up when he saw the signs before we left for an airport.  After we spent the last couple of hours before leaving for an airport, it was nice feeling seeing my mother and understanding what her new home is like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7080373618320369693?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7080373618320369693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7080373618320369693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7080373618320369693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7080373618320369693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/07/visting-south-carolina.html' title='Visting South Carolina'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smzy6y_KRaI/AAAAAAAAD1A/TUxjMvkMxM8/s72-c/Picture+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7769299290114728372</id><published>2009-07-26T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:49:35.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney's Amusement Parks</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, we stayed five days in Florida in order to visit four out of nine amusement parks.  Each day was non-stop activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first activity was to visit the Animal Kingdom.  I can promise you this park was far much better than any zoo in California.  Personally from my point of views, there were so many amazing improvising animals creatures all over the world at one park.  We were able to go all &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzOTREJBvI/AAAAAAAADz4/dpspynfwDrU/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzOTREJBvI/AAAAAAAADz4/dpspynfwDrU/s200/DSC00858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888086685026034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rides including Kali River Rapids- the wettest and wildest ride in Walt Disney World. It was a true business because I  got really SOAKED, but felt so good especially during the humidity weather.   While we were there, we were fantasized how the workers created the Tree of Life.  This man-made tree is 145 feet tall.  From far away it looks like any other tree. But when you get up close, you will realize that this is not an ordinary tree.  It's covered with 325 animal images!    I am pretty sure that Mark Twain would love to live there.   Not only fantasizing the tree houses, there were shows such as "Finding the Nemo." This show provided us a rear reflection.  David and I could not &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzOp8N9r4I/AAAAAAAAD0A/Pyu97ISZ0JY/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzOp8N9r4I/AAAAAAAAD0A/Pyu97ISZ0JY/s200/DSC00962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888476226072450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;complain because it was better than not understanding what the show was.  Another show we visited was "A Bug's life." We were warned that it would scare us out, but it didn't including our kids. This show made a great place to watch a 3-D movie.  We also visited DinoLand U.S.A. I thought it was brilliant when they created a Dino-themed fair and attended the thrilling ride back to the last few minutes of Cretaceous Period.  It made look like they lived while riding on a rough ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second activity was going out to Disney Hollywood Studio.  This place mainly showed lots of indoor places unlike Universal Studio.   While we were there, it poured rainy for at least three minutes then it all dried out.  It was weird!    There were some good and so-so rides.  We especially like the two rides: Star Wars (though I'm not fond of watching Star Wars movies) and dropping 13 feet down from The Hollywood Tower Hotel.  The boys were somewhat exciting and scared at the same time.  It felt like we were in a Twilight Zone. While we were there, our disappointment&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzPR94fRaI/AAAAAAAAD0I/fydDWxsGY90/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzPR94fRaI/AAAAAAAAD0I/fydDWxsGY90/s200/DSC00992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362889163867637154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was not going to Toy Story Rides. That was the only LONG waiting line while the Hollywood Tower only at least 5 minutes of waiting.  Perhaps next time will do.  Just before the day had ended, the boys wanted to meet the "UP" from the characters so BADLY, though they have not seen the movie yet.  But at the end of the day, I barely could walk because my hips were killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzY6p3SlSI/AAAAAAAAD0g/bkHS6WXFei8/s1600-h/DSC01075+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzY6p3SlSI/AAAAAAAAD0g/bkHS6WXFei8/s200/DSC01075+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362899758473188642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While having sore hips, I managed to go on the third amusement park:  Typhoon Lagoon. Boy, I admitted this place is a ten thumb ups!  Way much better than the Soak City in California!  Wish Disney would have thought about this first before building few Soak City Parks in California. (Note: please ignore Ryan picking his nose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending the day at Typhoon Lagoon, we returned to our hotel for a couple of hours before going Disney's Downtown.  We managed to get in Cirque Du Soleil until 10:30 P.M.  There were times I could not watch where I evoked the performed got injured on the show. Nope, they were &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzP5BnhP2I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/9FJyO27IgWg/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzP5BnhP2I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/9FJyO27IgWg/s200/DSC01100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362889834885103458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AMAZING!  I honesty would not mind to watch the shows again at another place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going all of the four out of nine amusement parks were too much for all of us !  Without having any choice, we had to do this while we were in Orlando, Florida for five days.  We honesty would not mind to visit the other amusement parks that we had missed someday in the future-- only when the weather is not too hot and humidity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7769299290114728372?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7769299290114728372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7769299290114728372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7769299290114728372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7769299290114728372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/07/disneys-amusement-parks.html' title='Disney&apos;s Amusement Parks'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmzOTREJBvI/AAAAAAAADz4/dpspynfwDrU/s72-c/DSC00858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2153122381808747282</id><published>2009-07-26T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:36:53.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Cruise</title><content type='html'>What can I tell you about Disney Cruise?  The answers are AMAZING and OUTRAGEOUS FUN!  It was worth life time memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very early morning, David and I had to wake up at 4:15 A.M. in order to take a shower &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmydwshBZ9I/AAAAAAAADy4/jZq0Zy-iU1o/s1600-h/DSC05793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmydwshBZ9I/AAAAAAAADy4/jZq0Zy-iU1o/s200/DSC05793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362834716200363986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before waking the boys up.   We were astounded that the boys did not have any obligate to wake up at 5 A.M., getting dressed before the bus shuttle came.  Dylan especially was all ready to get going because we knew he was extremely exciting to go on a cruise.  Once the shuttle bus came and took us to the airport, we had a McDonald's for our mini breakfast in order to fill our stomach while the airplane only served us a drink-- no more T.V tray meals until we arrived to Denver airport. We grabbed our pizza before taking off to another airplane for Orlando, Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after we arrived Florida, the reality came true-- going on a Disney Cruise with 25 of us (David's family.)  There were 8 rooms in a row on the eighth floor especially reserved for David's family.  It was really nice to greet each other in the morning, or before we hit for bed.  We especially greeted each other at breakfast and dinner meals.  At the meals, we have the same &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmyeklQvReI/AAAAAAAADzA/1rZJ2YugxFw/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmyeklQvReI/AAAAAAAADzA/1rZJ2YugxFw/s200/DSC00616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362835607606216162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waitress and waiter at the same table.  At the table, we also have two professional interpreters: Marvin and Tara.    The best part was seeing every one dressing it up differently, especially on Pirate Night.  Not only the best part seeing everyone dressing it up, my family and I enjoyed being served without needing to cook for an entire week.  It felt like we lived in a mansion lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meals, we had the interpreters interpreted for us at every single night at the play. They were incredible amazing interpreters.   I have &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smye5GWa6tI/AAAAAAAADzI/cdOinLYq1fA/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smye5GWa6tI/AAAAAAAADzI/cdOinLYq1fA/s200/DSC00506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362835960085801682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;learned that they had been on the cruises more than ten times because they had several other deaf clients on the cruises. This gave them the advantages to practice the plays.  The entire family were impressed with their awesome body and facial expression along with the play.   Believe it or not, they are automatically part of our extended family members and became our friends on our Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys especially like to play with the computer at the Oceaneer Lab.  It pleased us because it gave us some time to ourselves such as going out for a swim. Swimming was one of my favorite&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smyffs_1qhI/AAAAAAAADzQ/TvpaZBVplvM/s1600-h/DSC05950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smyffs_1qhI/AAAAAAAADzQ/TvpaZBVplvM/s200/DSC05950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362836623295097362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; relaxing time.  Of course, the boys had the chance to swim at the Mickey Mouse Pool and the slides.  Next to the pool, there were junk and healthy fast food restaurants.  The meals were included the fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While not being on the cruise, we visited three islands:  St. Martin, St. Thomas and Castaway Island.  Each of the islands was different.  On St. Martin island, there were two completely different world: Dutch and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smyf2dNEf0I/AAAAAAAADzY/AfFK5ao70DQ/s1600-h/DSC06017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smyf2dNEf0I/AAAAAAAADzY/AfFK5ao70DQ/s200/DSC06017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362837014192619330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;French. On the Dutch part, there were really poor people trying so hard to renovate the building.   On the French side, there were many sophisticated buildings.  We visited the Butterfly Farm. It was HOT and HUMIDITY, but we were awed to see the huge size of butterflies in the green house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On St. Thomas island, there were many beautiful views especially overseeing the clear blue water from the tram.  On the top of the tram, there were parrot shows &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmyhhyjPXgI/AAAAAAAADzw/u86Aeh5egco/s1600-h/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmyhhyjPXgI/AAAAAAAADzw/u86Aeh5egco/s200/DSC00689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362838858168753666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and stores. The boys and David did watch the show briefly while I was drooling for pairs of earrings.   At the top of the tram, we greeted two families: The Grants and the Morgans.  We all sat down for a drink in order to cool ourselves down, but none of us could not resist the beautiful views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last island was Castaway. In case you did not  know, this island is owned by Disney.  They did create many awesome activities: souvenir stores, food, beach sports, outdoor activities and BBQ meals.  The boys enjoyed swimming the WARM lagoon beach.   Both Dylan and David enjoyed lying on the lounge while Ryan found his new hobby: collecting the shells.   He discovered a BIG&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmyhM_fLUSI/AAAAAAAADzo/7GNx74vxD7E/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmyhM_fLUSI/AAAAAAAADzo/7GNx74vxD7E/s200/DSC00806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362838500864119074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shell in the water.  Of course, we only could posted for a picture.  While we were on the island, we &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smyg0eiyD6I/AAAAAAAADzg/3KXlj1g-lV0/s1600-h/DSC06065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Smyg0eiyD6I/AAAAAAAADzg/3KXlj1g-lV0/s200/DSC06065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362838079704010658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had an interpreter interpreted "Feeding and Swimming with the Stingrays."  Dylan and I were too chicken to feed the stingrays.   I only was able to swim around withe stingray, but not Dylan.  He was too afraid to have some one forgetting and taking out the stingray's poison.  But we did not let this small part spoiled our fun, we walked back to to souvenir stores where David and Dylan collected the Disney pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day of riding on a cruise, we met at the table for a breakfast. There were an International Show.  It was a beautiful show, but it was hard to say good bye to the wonderful waiter and waitress, especially the two awesome interpreters.  Still, these BEST memories on the Cruise would NOT erase our life time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-2153122381808747282?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2153122381808747282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2153122381808747282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2153122381808747282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2153122381808747282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/07/disney-cruise.html' title='Disney Cruise'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SmydwshBZ9I/AAAAAAAADy4/jZq0Zy-iU1o/s72-c/DSC05793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5295659192470224573</id><published>2009-07-26T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:17:03.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1040/735625998_e5fd959db0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 254px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1040/735625998_e5fd959db0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my goodness, I have been SO FAR BEHIND writing posts.   Before and after the Disney Cruises, I certainly have been EXTREMELY BUSY.  Before the trips to Disney Cruises and South Carolina, I had to pack both of my sons' and my suitcases.  Not only packing our stuff, we also had to double check that we got everything in order: passports, tickets, confirmations for the hotels, and few other things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got back from the trip, I ONLY had one day to do at home before returning to work for the County.   Mainly, I washed few clothes because I was fortunate to wash many of our clothes at my mother's before we headed for home.  It helped because we were exhausted from having on-going activities for the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after arriving home, I just had to drop the boys on their first day of Y.M.C.A. while I went straight to my first day of working for the County.   On the first week of returning to work before the students resume their school, I either had a long day of meeting or decorating the classroom. There were TONS of things to do, including I had to take care of my boys' school supplies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-5295659192470224573?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5295659192470224573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5295659192470224573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5295659192470224573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5295659192470224573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-it-up.html' title='Catching It Up'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5830432723218255856</id><published>2009-06-27T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:57:03.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Wish</title><content type='html'>Have you ever make a wish while throwing a coin in a water foundation? I sure have.  Ryan did this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SkZrTRcQWmI/AAAAAAAADyw/-XgdRzpXxKs/s1600-h/Ryan+is+at+Wish+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SkZrTRcQWmI/AAAAAAAADyw/-XgdRzpXxKs/s320/Ryan+is+at+Wish+fountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352083186020014690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have already put it up on my Facebook. The response I received were: mother letting me get wet while playing in the water foundation,  go on a vacation NOW,  and getting coins for the prizes.    What kind of a wish do you think Ryan made?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-5830432723218255856?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5830432723218255856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5830432723218255856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5830432723218255856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5830432723218255856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/06/making-wish.html' title='Making a Wish'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SkZrTRcQWmI/AAAAAAAADyw/-XgdRzpXxKs/s72-c/Ryan+is+at+Wish+fountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7630367048177445750</id><published>2009-06-22T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:12:18.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smores</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you have had Smores?  Just the night before, Ryan asked me a question, "Mom, can I have a white marshmallow, please?"   He then had to ask his dad because it was supposed to be Cub Scout a week before (We had to cancel because Ryan had  a fever on that night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of saying, "No" to Ryan for getting a marshmallow,  David had a brilliant idea-- making smores.  Doesn't Smores sound yummy to you?   This time we made it very simple out of our baking oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sj-aj7wBrUI/AAAAAAAADyQ/oPM9N1Sh4_0/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sj-aj7wBrUI/AAAAAAAADyQ/oPM9N1Sh4_0/s200/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350164824464665922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys were checking what was the delicious smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sj-az1gMI0I/AAAAAAAADyY/wrYCQgTMma4/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sj-az1gMI0I/AAAAAAAADyY/wrYCQgTMma4/s200/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165097665536834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, they are Smores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sj-bGWAi34I/AAAAAAAADyg/6dFugFBOWqQ/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sj-bGWAi34I/AAAAAAAADyg/6dFugFBOWqQ/s200/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165415628824450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan got the first taste of melting marshmallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sj-bXerkDRI/AAAAAAAADyo/lb40vErTVAw/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sj-bXerkDRI/AAAAAAAADyo/lb40vErTVAw/s200/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350165710014516498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dylan was being goofy in a front of camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After they had their treats, they were happy campers for the evening! David and I were one of the them, too.   Oh what a summer treat!&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/841969658467372456-7630367048177445750?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7630367048177445750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7630367048177445750&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7630367048177445750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7630367048177445750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/06/smores.html' title='Smores'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sj-aj7wBrUI/AAAAAAAADyQ/oPM9N1Sh4_0/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-184403018739367233</id><published>2009-06-18T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:12:10.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Murray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsWgrwoJGI/AAAAAAAADxg/D5PiN3HMar8/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsWgrwoJGI/AAAAAAAADxg/D5PiN3HMar8/s200/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348893733190902882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How does going on a field trip with the first graders to Lake Murray sound to you?  It was an exciting opportunity for me to walk with my first graders (my son and my student) for an afternoon. This was a perfect day because it had rained a day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A half hour before our lunch, we all walked to Lake Murray along with four teachers and several volunteer parents.  During our walk, we saw several swans and ducks at the lake. Kids were anxious to feed the ducks.  Instead of feeding the swans and ducks, we had our lunch first. Some of them ate at the table under the sun. Others ate under the shade. Both my son, my student and I ate our lunch under the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon after we ate our lunch, many of them had forgotten about feeding the ducks. They instead wanted to play all kinds of sports that provided for the students.  Kids spread out with&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsW2ZOtWnI/AAAAAAAADxo/_teBfqAWjQY/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsW2ZOtWnI/AAAAAAAADxo/_teBfqAWjQY/s200/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348894106173921906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lots of supervisions around the park.  Ryan started out playing with the bubbles.  He did pretty good at making BIG bubbles.  For one thing, I was glad he was fair and share with other students by taking turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing, he was catching the ball with one of my students.  It was not an easy task for him to do because he tended to throw the ball either &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsXQkpUBgI/AAAAAAAADxw/Mp4DrAk4rYA/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsXQkpUBgI/AAAAAAAADxw/Mp4DrAk4rYA/s200/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348894555914896898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;up in the air or throw backward instead of throwing forward to the player.  With my instruction, he did get better by throwing it and catching the ball properly.  Not only playing with the ball, he even drew a small pink face on a street walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his classmates had asked him to come with him.  They played on the tree as if they were monkeys.  Also, they moved on to another place: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsXniF8ZUI/AAAAAAAADx4/CjGQhiR91NQ/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsXniF8ZUI/AAAAAAAADx4/CjGQhiR91NQ/s200/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348894950366668098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chatting to each other by the lake. They continued on playing each other while one of my students were playing with other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Ryan and his classmates split apart, Ryan and my student found a ladybug. Ryan said to me, "Look Mom, I found a ladybug. It is on my arm." He was proudly to share with his friend &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsX44hCPcI/AAAAAAAADyA/3R7tEzO7uAk/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsX44hCPcI/AAAAAAAADyA/3R7tEzO7uAk/s200/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348895248443653570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my student.) The lady bug stayed on their arm shortly until it flew it away.  Once it flew it away, they walked together toward to watching the boat passing by on Lake Murray.  It was an awesome&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsYRDdKkkI/AAAAAAAADyI/twE0NpFQwDo/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsYRDdKkkI/AAAAAAAADyI/twE0NpFQwDo/s200/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348895663697072706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see them sitting together on a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of two hours at the Lake, we all walked back a half hour before the school dismissed.  Many of us were pooped out for using lots of our energies under a beautiful weather; the sun. That was the best event to spend times together before the school was out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-184403018739367233?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/184403018739367233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=184403018739367233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/184403018739367233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/184403018739367233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/06/lake-murray.html' title='Lake Murray'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjsWgrwoJGI/AAAAAAAADxg/D5PiN3HMar8/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-4418548010944783139</id><published>2009-06-15T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:10:36.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sjcfbiv8KnI/AAAAAAAADxA/NDfKzsw5jDo/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sjcfbiv8KnI/AAAAAAAADxA/NDfKzsw5jDo/s200/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347777640570563186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which amusement park has food, rides, musics and booth?  It's San Diego County Fair !  My husband, David could NOT afford to miss the entertainment annually. He grew up by going to the Fair for 36 years! Now, he wanted to pass the family tradition to our sons, Dylan and Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing the boys see the rides from San Diego Freeway.  It excited them because they knew they were going on rides.  Who wouldn't blame them ?  This time it made a lot easier for all of us because either David and I were not require to attend the rides with them except waiting for them when they get out of the rides.   Another reason was both of them were tall enough to go on many rides.  In fact, it made them a lot harder to deliberate which rides they wanted to go on with limited tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, they were being like other kids--liked to go on fast rides:  sliding down from 50 feet and  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjcpD-I6GNI/AAAAAAAADxY/zlHPZzw9ok0/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjcpD-I6GNI/AAAAAAAADxY/zlHPZzw9ok0/s200/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347788230722459858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;going on a roller coaster.  I especially was worried about Ryan that he would not be able to follow the instruction when he was supposed to keep his body low when he went down on a 50 feet slide.  I must say I was pleased to see that he did the right thing by looking at other kids, especially watching his older brother Dylan, who went on a slide first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next ride, Dylan chose to go on a roller coaster.  I was stunned because he normally does not &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjcmTZvpDoI/AAAAAAAADxI/HW47MnYu3O8/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjcmTZvpDoI/AAAAAAAADxI/HW47MnYu3O8/s200/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347785197295832706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like to go on a fast ride, especially lots of turns.  He giggled throughout the "Caterpillar" ride.  He quoted, "This Caterpillar ride is a lot better than going on a Ferry Wheels. I am afraid to puke while going on a Ferry Wheel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, they BOTH wanted to go on bummer cars.   I kept saying to myself, "Oh no, not again! " I guess it didn't matter what ages they are in.  Truthfully, I have seen grown-up attacking each other, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before we went home, I took a gut to go on a Sky Ride.  I normally don't like where it does &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sjcmj4SsnzI/AAAAAAAADxQ/lhKNoIyxfKU/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sjcmj4SsnzI/AAAAAAAADxQ/lhKNoIyxfKU/s200/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347785480373837618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not have much protection from 60 feet off from the ground especially with the small children with us.  Throughout the ride, I had to think positive, and instead talked about what we could see above the ground. It reduced my stress. Yet more importantly, all of us enjoyed the views especially oversee the Pacific Ocean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-4418548010944783139?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/4418548010944783139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=4418548010944783139&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/4418548010944783139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/4418548010944783139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/06/annual-fair.html' title='Annual Fair'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sjcfbiv8KnI/AAAAAAAADxA/NDfKzsw5jDo/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-6514450538291496315</id><published>2009-06-15T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:07:48.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June Gloom</title><content type='html'>All in this morning, we have had peculiar weather, especially in the month of June.  In Southern California is supposed to be a warm weather.  It turned out to be the opposite.  We instead of "June Gloom" almost every single day of this month.  I would say we only had two sunny days.  It feels like we are in Sweden where it usually have less sun throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjcaaktChxI/AAAAAAAADw4/LNWLDKWBTYE/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjcaaktChxI/AAAAAAAADw4/LNWLDKWBTYE/s400/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347772126357260050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This picture was taken in our backyard while we were having an early dinner.)&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/841969658467372456-6514450538291496315?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/6514450538291496315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=6514450538291496315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6514450538291496315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6514450538291496315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-gloom.html' title='June Gloom'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjcaaktChxI/AAAAAAAADw4/LNWLDKWBTYE/s72-c/Picture+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7980375187573570298</id><published>2009-06-15T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:57:08.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>School is approaching to the end.  It is so hard to juggle: teaching students and packing at the same time until the last day of school.  In fact, I have started packing my stuff in boxes.  Some of the boxes go to my new school sites. The other boxes are either going to specific school for another Special Education class, Special Education Department and Curriculum Department.  Oh boy, it is so complicated.  I have had to write it all down so I know where the boxes are supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjcZGldVs3I/AAAAAAAADwo/wkNSRVHvZ1o/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjcZGldVs3I/AAAAAAAADwo/wkNSRVHvZ1o/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347770683450831730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said I have started packing things a week ago,  I had no choice except doing this less job for doing this daily for an hour after school.  My sons are kept in the Extended Student Services (E.S.S.)  That is the only way it speeds me up.  Now, I have four more days left to finish packing the boxes before June 19th, my last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that it is going to be hard to say good bye to the wonderful staff at Maryland Avenue. I especially will have a hard time saying good bye to my wonderful aide, Jo Beth. She has been incredible by helping me to what I was supposed to with the pre-school and first graders.  Shortly after she taught me, I was able to do it on my own with out much of her help.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjcZbLXCu9I/AAAAAAAADww/fZ4OjHb7-UU/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjcZbLXCu9I/AAAAAAAADww/fZ4OjHb7-UU/s200/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347771037222353874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She felt that it was my natural of teaching.  However, I wanted to give her my gracious gift.  She will be pleased what I got it from San Diego County Fair, because I know she uses spa daily.  (Of course, I stole the idea from my parents in laws' backyard.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7980375187573570298?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7980375187573570298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7980375187573570298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7980375187573570298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7980375187573570298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/06/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SjcZGldVs3I/AAAAAAAADwo/wkNSRVHvZ1o/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-2209804960907696004</id><published>2009-06-08T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:49:19.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Literature Comes To  Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gallery.passion4art.com/members/donna/drama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 128px;" src="http://gallery.passion4art.com/members/donna/drama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever thought about involving in "Literature Comes To Life" play?  Many teachers have given their students the experience involving in a play, but this was an exceptional.    There were costumes, volume inflections and activities.  It kept students alert throughout for an hour of a play. My four year old student was able to pay attention throughout the  on-going action show. Person There is no doubt that the director was smart enough to absorb the students' short span attention into a longer span attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the wonderful things about being a young child is the joy   of make-believe: bringing toys, dolls, and stuffed animals to life or creating an imaginary friend out of thin air. How valuable to share your new words and thoughts and act out the roles — mother, father, friend — that you are becoming aware of. How exciting it is to imagine yourself a hero or heroine (perhaps &lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41TC9ZG544L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;Rainbow Fish&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51T18MTHNTL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;Roadrunner's Dance&lt;/a&gt;) rescuing the fragile or needy who might require the nurturing of a valiant young child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss dressed up as a Rainbow Fish while there were many other characters were involved in a life play. One of my students dressed up as a Jelly-Fish (I wished I could published in this blog, but I must remain in profession not to violate student's privacy.)  This student was SO CUTE and tried so hard to follow throughout the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first part of assembly ended, my students and I returned to a classroom. But fifteen minutes later, one of the interpreters came up to my room telling me that my older son was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Si3JMO4uSPI/AAAAAAAADwg/2rgtRt_jfe0/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Si3JMO4uSPI/AAAAAAAADwg/2rgtRt_jfe0/s200/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345149544750270706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;involved in a "Roadrunner's Dance."  He dressed up as a Coyote.    The interpreter was kind to switch and supervised my class for fifteen minutes while I had an opportunity to watch my older son, Dylan involving in a play.  I was in time to witness him dressing up as a coyote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each student in a play was able to speak it up in a front of the audience.  Dylan said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"The snake is hard and  difficult with a rattle. (Howling)"&lt;/span&gt;  Then he ran away from the snake.  I thought he was so cute! (Don't we all think of our children being cute in a play?)  As a mother, I sure was so proud to see him being in a short play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-2209804960907696004?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2209804960907696004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=2209804960907696004&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2209804960907696004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/2209804960907696004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/06/literature-comes-to-life.html' title='Literature Comes To  Life'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Si3JMO4uSPI/AAAAAAAADwg/2rgtRt_jfe0/s72-c/Picture+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-1141245735135252952</id><published>2009-06-08T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T03:14:27.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Si28-U_QXuI/AAAAAAAADwY/VRHlAeUkSaM/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Si28-U_QXuI/AAAAAAAADwY/VRHlAeUkSaM/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345136111730581218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A night before Pajama Day at school, Dylan and Ryan pleaded me to allow them dressing up in Pajama for the day.  Of course, I did let them wear it for the School Spirit. They hardly slept well for the night because they thought it was going to be a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers were allowed to wear Pajama to school, too.  I did put the status on my facebook, " Laura is not brave enough to wear Pajama to work tomorrow. Will you be brave enough to wear Pajama to school or work?"  Guess what?  I received 15 comments on my status.  Fourteen out of fifteen comments were brave enough to wear.   I did bring Pajama as a back- up.  I only would if I saw many teachers wearing Pajama.  Only gallant three out of thirty two teachers on the campus wore Pajama !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time, we arrived to school. The boys were exhilarated to show their Pajama off to their friends.  I could see them beaming toward to friends who wore Pajama. Many kids wore their Pajama than the teachers.  I guess it was one of the highlight life time experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-1141245735135252952?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1141245735135252952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=1141245735135252952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1141245735135252952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1141245735135252952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/06/pajama-day.html' title='Pajama Day'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Si28-U_QXuI/AAAAAAAADwY/VRHlAeUkSaM/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7805594720156493443</id><published>2009-06-06T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:35:27.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg  Shells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumb3.shutterstock.com/photos/thumb_small/4494/4494,1109114392,3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 179px;" src="http://thumb3.shutterstock.com/photos/thumb_small/4494/4494,1109114392,3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One sizzling summer, David, my husband who was five at that time, his eight and a half month pregnant mother put David down for a nap. She went out to a backyard to do some slight garden before his sister Deby was born.   The problem was David was not tired enough to shut his eyes.  He instead decided to do something mischievously.  He tipped toe to the kitchen and to see what was in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found a dozen of unbroken shells.  He opened it up without his mother knowledge.  This time he  wasn't hungry for the eggs.   Instead, he desperated to do some science experiments.   He broke each single egg lightly. Yup, all of the 12 eggs were broken! Each egg faced toward to the running floor fan.  The yolks splashed ALL OVER THE WALL !  After he was done, he quietly put each broken eggs back in a carton. What a mischievous  child, but clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, he went back to his own tiny twin bed. He was pretending to be asleep because he knew his mother was about to come in.  As soon his mother walked into the kitchen, she was startled to see  the yolks were all over the kitchen's wall.   She immediately knew it was David because he was the ONLY person in the house, besides her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stomped angrily toward to his bedroom.  David was trying so hard to hold his both eyes still. His furious mother was staring at him impatiently.  Once he opened his eyes, she bawled and dragged him into the kitchen. Indubitably, he was acting like if he didn't do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you expect a five year old boy to clean the yolks out on a high kitchen wall? Thus, it left his eight and a half month pregnant  mother NO choice, except she had to do it ALL by herself before they turned rotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7805594720156493443?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7805594720156493443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7805594720156493443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7805594720156493443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7805594720156493443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/06/egg-shells.html' title='Egg  Shells'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5153809736729544350</id><published>2009-06-06T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:06:24.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi!!!</title><content type='html'>Saturday we scarcely ate during the day, having determined that                we were going out to have sushi; we let our bellies get nice and empty.  While we were on our way out to have Sushi, our mouth were watering and feeling our growling stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for our lunch delivering, both David and I had a Miso Soup which I loved the taste of Tofu!  I could eat the entire tofu with a fat free cracker!  My husband would not dare to eat tofu or the seaweed except for the liquid of a soup.  Both Dylan and Ryan had small bowls of original salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SirK-YAt5cI/AAAAAAAADv4/Mz4TKvOPeJQ/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SirK-YAt5cI/AAAAAAAADv4/Mz4TKvOPeJQ/s200/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344307080774673858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dylan decided one of his favorite Sushi:  Philly Rolls.  He love the taste of Philly Rolls.  He would not mind if he had little bit of soy sauce unlike his dad.  He also enjoyed eating the Soy Beans and Crab Cheese Wontons.  Dylan stated eating Japanese food made him stuffed easily yet love it.  Felt good that my eight year old boy loves Sushi, just like his parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan had tried California and Philly Rolls.  He was not ready to taste for more this time.  Instead, he ended up having Terryki Chicken, Rice and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SirL5JEmt8I/AAAAAAAADwA/IROyM5ayxmY/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SirL5JEmt8I/AAAAAAAADwA/IROyM5ayxmY/s200/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344308090376730562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Salad.  He even liked Crab Cheese Wonton.  He eventually will be ready to eat Sushi when he gets older.   Throughout his lunch meal, he refused to use the regular kitchen utilizes.   For a seven year old boy, I thought it was pretty good for him to start like a real Japanese person: using the chopsticks.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SirMJq1kaCI/AAAAAAAADwI/ZDw1C7j6_jM/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SirMJq1kaCI/AAAAAAAADwI/ZDw1C7j6_jM/s200/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344308374318376994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However at the end of the lunch meal, he opened my chopsticks which I don't use it at all (Forgive me, I'm klutz on using the chopsticks) and wanted to be silly.  He sure made us laugh at the end of a wonderful lunch meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-5153809736729544350?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5153809736729544350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5153809736729544350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5153809736729544350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5153809736729544350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/06/sushi.html' title='Sushi!!!'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SirK-YAt5cI/AAAAAAAADv4/Mz4TKvOPeJQ/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-3954489633717323221</id><published>2009-05-28T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:55:28.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Comments</title><content type='html'>I have had few funny comments that happened this past week from my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dylan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey Mom,  I know why I am tall !  The reason why I am tall is because Grandma Cathy and Aunt Deby had a Hug- A- War when I was a baby. " - actually, he is now up to my shoulder and is only eight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He saw a picture of them sort of fighting over wanting to hold him when he just was born.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Mom, I'm not eight.  I am eight one-fourth.  I will be eight half on August 10th.&lt;/span&gt;"- he is very picky over the numbers. He even writes numbers in his journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ryan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was having Autism Specialist observing him and decided whether he needs to go to Special Day Class or continue to be in a mainstream with Resource Specialist Program support during the reading.  He was reading and answering questions from the Reading Specialist in order to upgrade his comprehension (It has been successful. Thus, he will remain in mainstream throughout his life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when he was done with the reading, he told the Autism Specialist, " &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, I am done with my reading. You may leave the room."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an Open Night, an interpreter and Ryan were having a conversation.  Ryan spotted her having a wart on her cheek.  She was kind to explain what was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan said,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; " I ll be happy to take the wart off for you."  She immediately replied to her, "Oh no, it will bleed."   Then he responded to her immediately, "That is okay.  I will put a band-aid on your cheek."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that they do know how to bright my mood.  They are my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-3954489633717323221?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3954489633717323221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=3954489633717323221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3954489633717323221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3954489633717323221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-comments.html' title='Funny Comments'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-6460744538916568008</id><published>2009-05-25T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:42:34.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Shtyzr3rNeI/AAAAAAAADvw/3dst47z6VQQ/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Shtyzr3rNeI/AAAAAAAADvw/3dst47z6VQQ/s200/DSC00288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339988015452992994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday, I found myself being astounded that Dylan brought three THICK books of Harry Potter home with him.   The first book was from his teacher while he borrowed the sixth and seventh book from the librarian. The librarian tried to tell him that, "Are you sure you can read the entire books?"  Dylan was firmed that he could do it.  However, I told him that he needs to  start the numbers in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now, he is nearly finished the first book of Harry Potter.  I was amazed because I researched and discovered that it is based on fifth grade reading level.  It is about two years and a half ahead of his actual age.   He just was a happy camper to read the book quietly. For instance, he read quietly for 40 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he is about to read the next reading series two.  His second cousin lend him book two and three.  Dylan told me that he is looking forward to reading the entire series just like he read the entire "The Magic Tree House"series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-6460744538916568008?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/6460744538916568008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=6460744538916568008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6460744538916568008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/6460744538916568008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/05/harry-porter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Shtyzr3rNeI/AAAAAAAADvw/3dst47z6VQQ/s72-c/DSC00288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-5319506645090543451</id><published>2009-05-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:41:49.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unique Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/David/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-12.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Both Ryan and Dylan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; want to have a dog especially a lab or Golden Reviver.  We are not sure if we would want to have a big dog due to having a small backyard and working all day.  However, we did let them having wild thoughts by creating unique names for a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                    Yellow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiss Cheese (Ryan)&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla (Dylan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownies (Dylan)&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate (Dylan)&lt;br /&gt;Fudge (Ryan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight (Ryan)&lt;br /&gt;Licorice (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Midnight (Dylan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calico (Brown, White, Black):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smores (Dylan)&lt;br /&gt;Snickers (Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice when the boys created the names of a dog were based on food ???  Also, I noticed that none of the dog's names were named after the "Hotel for Dogs" that both of my sons adore this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-5319506645090543451?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5319506645090543451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=5319506645090543451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5319506645090543451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/5319506645090543451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/05/unique-names.html' title='Unique Names'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7211370649568582513</id><published>2009-05-24T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:56:37.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>This time, both my husband and I attended Open House at both of my sons' school on the same day. It is a lot easier than I had last two years:  three Open House. (Last year, I did not have a classroom, but still I had to attend an Open House.  Mostly, I sat in a small office and played with my computer. What a waste!)  This year, I felt that it was not a waste because I had an opportunity to show my students' family (only during the transition meeting on the same week of Open House.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShoxsMcpUPI/AAAAAAAADvI/KGajj-ayEwM/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShoxsMcpUPI/AAAAAAAADvI/KGajj-ayEwM/s200/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339634943526523122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time of an Open House, I convinced my husband to come an hour early before the cars swarmed out in the crazy parking lots.  We instead ate our dinner at the school site.  It was a Western BBQ meal.  I thought it was a perfect way to have a dinner at this time of the season.  While we were waiting for the art shows and book fair to be opened, the kids were running around the inner campus.  I thought it was somewhat GREAT because the energies would burn the kids out for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got in the cafeteria, both of my sons had a chance to show their art display off.   Dylan&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Shox-p2N5UI/AAAAAAAADvQ/8rAgQpxvCpU/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Shox-p2N5UI/AAAAAAAADvQ/8rAgQpxvCpU/s200/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339635260656051522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and his class discussed about the desert life.  He had learned all about the desert's rock color, animals and plants.  Honesty, I thought he drew an amazing picture for a second grader.  It matched to the place when I last visited two decades ago- red &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShoyUh2iKvI/AAAAAAAADvY/aift2ugvQzg/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShoyUh2iKvI/AAAAAAAADvY/aift2ugvQzg/s200/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339635636467018482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;paint in Arizona.   Ryan's class learned abut the Rain forest.  I also taught my first grader about the Rain forest because I am on the same team with the first grader.   Ryan was so proud to show his Tiger off to us-- just take a look at this thumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing after we finished visiting the art display,  we followed to Dylan's class along with an interpreter.  In his class, the teacher set up the sliding shows for the parents.  I wish I have the skills, but eventually I will &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShoylpyGOFI/AAAAAAAADvg/4YJJAF8khc8/s1600-h/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShoylpyGOFI/AAAAAAAADvg/4YJJAF8khc8/s200/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339635930653669458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;without a doubt for my next Open House.  While we were there, we did have a chance to read the poems that he had learned during his second grade class: " I am Dylan" and "Spring."  Reading "I am Dylan" is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next visit was attending Ryan's class.  I thought this would be a good opportunity for Ryan to be proud of his work.  (That time he was cranky and tired.)  We ended up looking for his work displays on our own.   Writing &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Shoy5rxo64I/AAAAAAAADvo/M5T5Ww7rfdg/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Shoy5rxo64I/AAAAAAAADvo/M5T5Ww7rfdg/s200/Picture+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339636274786003842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a journal is not an easy task for him, but he did get a perfect score after struggling his writing for two trimesters.   This time, he wrote four sentences on his own!  Another example we saw the Reading target.  His reading level displays that he is at 2.5 grade reading level. Knowing that it was from the second trimester.  The third trimester is nearly ends and will know his final reading level at the end of his first grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all of my son's work samples clearly indicated that they had learned so much over a year. David and I are really proud of their hard work.  Let's hope it continues throughout their school years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7211370649568582513?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7211370649568582513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7211370649568582513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7211370649568582513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7211370649568582513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/05/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShoxsMcpUPI/AAAAAAAADvI/KGajj-ayEwM/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-7563664310143627418</id><published>2009-05-18T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:29:36.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child's Labor</title><content type='html'>Aren't you grateful that we are not living in a life where there were Child's Labor abuse?   The law had passed in America over decades ago. But unfortunately, it still runs in Asian countries.   However, I must be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY, VERY BAD Mama!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;forced and educated my two hard working sons to clean their bikes, dusted their bedroom furniture including their bookcase, dumping the trash cans, and washed our two cars.  Actually, I admitted they did little help on washing our van.  They were already exhausted after they did few errands besides washing our two cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShIzdriepzI/AAAAAAAADuo/pDPH4skmX-E/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShIzdriepzI/AAAAAAAADuo/pDPH4skmX-E/s200/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337385093384021810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShIz0_iCCDI/AAAAAAAADuw/PSFJpSMN3Jk/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShIz0_iCCDI/AAAAAAAADuw/PSFJpSMN3Jk/s200/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337385493887846450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShI0Th4KwbI/AAAAAAAADu4/fUA8aZVm9Uo/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShI0Th4KwbI/AAAAAAAADu4/fUA8aZVm9Uo/s200/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337386018503573938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShI0od9QWhI/AAAAAAAADvA/31MEKr0Ctd0/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShI0od9QWhI/AAAAAAAADvA/31MEKr0Ctd0/s200/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337386378228423186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, the fairy reminded me that I should be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Mama.&lt;/span&gt;.. Both David and I treated the boys out to Rubio's after they did their important errands.  This would make them keep going to help us especially to making my long listing things to do shorter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-7563664310143627418?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7563664310143627418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=7563664310143627418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7563664310143627418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/7563664310143627418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/05/childs-labor.html' title='Child&apos;s Labor'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShIzdriepzI/AAAAAAAADuo/pDPH4skmX-E/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-3252065736026230972</id><published>2009-05-18T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:01:01.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Visitor</title><content type='html'>Don't we all have our life-time getting unexpected visitor in our home?   We know there are times we enjoyed getting surprise visitor.   Another time, we had wished we didn't answer the door. Have you done that?  I'm guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past ten years of my teaching, I have had a baby lizard jumping on my over head projector. It scared the heck out of me.  This made my students laughed so hard because they enjoyed seeing a teacher (me) being startled while I was trying to teach.  Not too soon after the lizard roaming around, we got another visitor.  It was a gray/black tabby kitten.  Eventually, the kitten became the school mascot.  His name was "Nekko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShIwbnKzOyI/AAAAAAAADug/Rzed7lpuLgw/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShIwbnKzOyI/AAAAAAAADug/Rzed7lpuLgw/s320/Picture+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337381759316343586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Years later, it happened today.  One of my youngest students pointed and signed, "bird."  Good enough, she was right.  The Blue Jay flew by in my classroom, and greeted us.  The problem the bird was trying to fly outside when he/she was looking out the window.  I had tried to open the windows for the bird.  This bird kept banging toward to the window because he/she was frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also tried to open the other side of windows to let the bird know that he/she could go out. For some reason, this "nitwit" bird did not have any concept. Perhaps, he/ she is a special education bird.  Finally, the Blue Jay flew out of the classroom door.  I felt better that he/she did not get himself/herself killed in a front of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-3252065736026230972?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3252065736026230972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=3252065736026230972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3252065736026230972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3252065736026230972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/05/unexpected-visitors.html' title='Unexpected Visitor'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/ShIwbnKzOyI/AAAAAAAADug/Rzed7lpuLgw/s72-c/Picture+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-3743340126595766348</id><published>2009-05-14T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:41:53.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitches</title><content type='html'>Anything can happen in a second.  It did to my younger son, Ryan.  Just a minute before Ryan and the classes were supposed to go in a Peace Circle that we usually do every single morning at school site, I received a report from a secretary that Ryan had an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran, tripped, and landed on the corner of lunch table.  It cut Ryan's lower right' eyelid.  Good grief, it did not go further into his eye.   So, I had to leave my aide working with my students while I was taking Ryan to a nearby Emergency Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SgzB6c3RIYI/AAAAAAAADuI/5HqG0SFkXFM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SgzB6c3RIYI/AAAAAAAADuI/5HqG0SFkXFM/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335852868451770754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan was waiting for the doctor to give him the stitches.  He was being good sportsmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SgzCK-UHyiI/AAAAAAAADuQ/V4XrB-1wMzE/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SgzCK-UHyiI/AAAAAAAADuQ/V4XrB-1wMzE/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335853152309070370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the doctor gave him the stitches, Ryan told the doctor, "I don't want the shot to hurt me. Please don't hurt me. " The Doctor was very calm and explained the procedure before giving him the stitches.  He was well-behaved throughout the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SgzCZ5cEfKI/AAAAAAAADuY/CF--Oabpmtk/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SgzCZ5cEfKI/AAAAAAAADuY/CF--Oabpmtk/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335853408698268834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan received two stitches.  It is likely he will get a black right eye.  The stitches will be taken out on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After he was done, I took him to a nearby Starbuck and got him a small cup of Chai Tea. (He loves it, just like his mother.)  Then, we returned to school.  Everyone was checking on how he was.  He was explaining what happened at school, and what did the doctor did on him. Today he was the center of attention at school.&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/841969658467372456-3743340126595766348?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3743340126595766348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=3743340126595766348&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3743340126595766348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/3743340126595766348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/05/stitches.html' title='Stitches'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SgzB6c3RIYI/AAAAAAAADuI/5HqG0SFkXFM/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-8525791649923927086</id><published>2009-05-12T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:56:40.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheering</title><content type='html'>Every single morning, all classes at Maryland Avenue attend Peace Circle. We do the Pledge the Flag, and sing a song, "Peace Maker."  In addition, the principal makes praises for the students who were recognized by teachers or recess/lunch duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning was an exceptional because for the past two weeks, the second graders and above were taking Standard Assessment Test.  Dylan was chosen to cheer a song.  I was fortunately that I caught him singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SgpEzC6IBmI/AAAAAAAADuA/wrXkM5ndbKk/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SgpEzC6IBmI/AAAAAAAADuA/wrXkM5ndbKk/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335152352318457442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“We All Know what we’ve been told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maryland Avenue’s good as gold&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the STAR test&lt;br /&gt;Maryland Avenue is the Best!&lt;br /&gt;Sound off&lt;br /&gt;MARYLAND&lt;br /&gt;Sound off&lt;br /&gt;AVENUE&lt;br /&gt;1-2-3-4 Sound off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he sang a song in a front of the entire school, many staff told me that Dylan sang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAUTIFULLY! &lt;/span&gt; Oh I wish, I could hear him singing.  Despite of my deafness, I must say I'm really gratified of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-8525791649923927086?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8525791649923927086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=8525791649923927086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8525791649923927086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/8525791649923927086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/05/cheering.html' title='Cheering'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/SgpEzC6IBmI/AAAAAAAADuA/wrXkM5ndbKk/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841969658467372456.post-1836713121044464583</id><published>2009-05-11T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:53:59.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Cycle of Butterflies</title><content type='html'>Shortly after Spring Break, we received two cans of caterpillars in a mail.  Each cans had five caterpillars with food for them to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sgj7_quFqRI/AAAAAAAADtg/-yBRr35YoTE/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sgj7_quFqRI/AAAAAAAADtg/-yBRr35YoTE/s200/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334790829838280978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sgj8VzTpvOI/AAAAAAAADto/Bcp03wsBGkE/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sgj8VzTpvOI/AAAAAAAADto/Bcp03wsBGkE/s200/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791210100440290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sgj8xA-CQ4I/AAAAAAAADtw/2KpYSUnALa8/s1600-h/Copy+%282%29+of+Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sgj8xA-CQ4I/AAAAAAAADtw/2KpYSUnALa8/s200/Copy+%282%29+of+Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791677624337282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sgj9Fj_wcuI/AAAAAAAADt4/oSkrj7DddBk/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sgj9Fj_wcuI/AAAAAAAADt4/oSkrj7DddBk/s200/Picture+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334792030624183010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally after two long weeks, ten butterflies emerged out of their pupas.  This was a stimulating  moments for all of us.  I enjoyed watching my students' eyes as their world opened about the Life Cycle.  It was IMMENSE  to see lots of real life activities for them to comprehend.  My sons even had the chance to see them changing over the last two weeks, too.  It excited me, so did I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/841969658467372456-1836713121044464583?l=mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1836713121044464583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=841969658467372456&amp;postID=1836713121044464583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1836713121044464583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/841969658467372456/posts/default/1836713121044464583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcclellansofeastlake-laura.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-cycle-of-butterflies.html' title='Life Cycle of Butterflies'/><author><name>Laura and the family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00413189516451734620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/S6jjccznZCI/AAAAAAAAEIo/IhuqCNyztdI/S220/DSC01163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HuEk_yL_xm8/Sgj7_quFqRI/AAAAAAAADtg/-yBRr35YoTE/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
