<?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-6495347605283243273</id><updated>2011-06-07T22:08:00.396-07:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>The van Eaglegiessens</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-4012200193990181557</id><published>2008-10-20T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:06:24.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Fall Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SPzWMUY05NI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0HXVOs6ytHI/s1600-h/DSC_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SPzWMUY05NI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0HXVOs6ytHI/s320/DSC_0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259313971981509842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our last weekend in Northampton.  Delia had a great time jumping in leaves and riding her bike.  She is asking a lot of questions about the new house, such as, " New House have beer?"  Always focused on the important issues.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia woke up before sunrise today and in trying to convince her to go back to sleep, I asked her what time it was.  "Early o'clock."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-4012200193990181557?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/4012200193990181557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=4012200193990181557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/4012200193990181557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/4012200193990181557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-fall-weekend.html' title='Perfect Fall Weekend'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SPzWMUY05NI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0HXVOs6ytHI/s72-c/DSC_0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-3233531160268533443</id><published>2008-10-12T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:20:55.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Columbus Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SPJ3o6iviCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PHZPdgCJeRQ/s1600-h/DSC_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SPJ3o6iviCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PHZPdgCJeRQ/s320/DSC_0050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256395259888240674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SPJ3o988lnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/z-CWMJXUhpQ/s1600-h/DSC_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SPJ3o988lnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/z-CWMJXUhpQ/s320/DSC_0055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256395260803454578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SPJ3paLDBwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wZ9cDagC6fM/s1600-h/DSC_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SPJ3paLDBwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wZ9cDagC6fM/s320/DSC_0088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256395268378789634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a picture perfect New England Fall weekend.  Delia is enjoying playing "soccer ball" in the backyard and can even dribble!  Our friends Aida and Sebastian came over to play after a 22 mile (!) bike ride on the bike path near our house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very successful tag sale this weekend and feel great after the purge.  Delia was a great salesman- she told one customer that he "plobaby needed a bookshelf."  How could he resist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-3233531160268533443?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3233531160268533443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=3233531160268533443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3233531160268533443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3233531160268533443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-columbus-day.html' title='Happy Columbus Day'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SPJ3o6iviCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PHZPdgCJeRQ/s72-c/DSC_0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-6010303038637353423</id><published>2008-10-06T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T05:55:56.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no see</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SOoHiItbVAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IFXGHtjVNks/s1600-h/Delia+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SOoHiItbVAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IFXGHtjVNks/s320/Delia+chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254020198316069890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SOoHikLl7mI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BFcscP0pPs0/s1600-h/Delia+couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SOoHikLl7mI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BFcscP0pPs0/s320/Delia+couch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254020205690351202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SOoHixM-vFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lbOM3d90agM/s1600-h/Delia%27s+new+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SOoHixM-vFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lbOM3d90agM/s320/Delia%27s+new+shirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254020209185832018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the latest Delia photos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a family in transition at the moment- Alan has moved to Geneva, New York for his position at Hobart and William Smith Colleges, and Delia and I will join him in 3 weeks.  The separation has been hard on all of us, but Delia seems to weathering it with only minimal trauma.  She gets to spend a day a week with her grandparents (which everyone loves) and is happier at day care when she's not there full time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia's verbal skills have improved exponentially over the past few months.  She likes to "hang out on the couch" and to "go upstairs and check out what's going on."  She's working on using "probably" correctly and I don't have the heart to correct her pronunciation (plobaby). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan likes his new job so far, but he's adjusting to teaching men.  His classes have been small and the faculty very supportive which has allowed for a easy transition...and enough time to get the new house in order.  Our new place looks like Elliot's house at the end of E.T (does that date me?)- covered in plastic and machinery.  By the time we move in, we hope to have all the wood floors refinished and all the rooms painted.  I can't even picture it without the shag carpeting and plaid wallpaper, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed with the minutiae of moving, which doesn't allow me the time to reflect on what we're leaving behind.  I am moving without a job and I am a bit unclear of what my options will be.  It will be a big change to go from overdrive to second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-6010303038637353423?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6010303038637353423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=6010303038637353423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/6010303038637353423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/6010303038637353423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time, no see'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/SOoHiItbVAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IFXGHtjVNks/s72-c/Delia+chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-4710923726027400426</id><published>2008-03-31T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:21:16.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogurt: the organic styling product</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R_F_7mE5ebI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OJpw8-iTXqs/s1600-h/mohawk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R_F_7mE5ebI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OJpw8-iTXqs/s320/mohawk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184065307890252210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-4710923726027400426?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/4710923726027400426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=4710923726027400426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/4710923726027400426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/4710923726027400426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/yogurt-organic-styling-product.html' title='Yogurt: the organic styling product'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R_F_7mE5ebI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OJpw8-iTXqs/s72-c/mohawk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-7331350380112738573</id><published>2008-03-31T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:43:01.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of firsts and lasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R_F132E5eaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6bs2eZoZick/s1600-h/goggles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R_F132E5eaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6bs2eZoZick/s320/goggles.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184054248349464994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a big week in the van Eaglegiessen household.  Delia used her potty for the first time, which was a surprise even to her.  She was a little traumatized by the whole experience, but climbed back into the saddle (so to speak) the next day.  This week was also the last time Delia nursed.  That news will probably shock many of you that we nursed this long and shock others that we are quitting so early.  It seemed like the right time for both of us and given the ease of transition, I know that it was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia is now making 2-3 word sentences, wielding a fork with finesse and riding Stuart whenever possible. She is very excited to have 2 new cousins this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-7331350380112738573?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/7331350380112738573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=7331350380112738573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/7331350380112738573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/7331350380112738573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-of-firsts-and-lasts.html' title='A week of firsts and lasts'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R_F132E5eaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6bs2eZoZick/s72-c/goggles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-2296592960025313223</id><published>2008-03-16T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:21:01.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you shop at Whole Foods too often when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R925HEisSoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lwKMsZzV6eQ/s1600-h/ma_pa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R925HEisSoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lwKMsZzV6eQ/s320/ma_pa.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178498677675412098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your toddler daughter catches sight of a bag of nachos and yells "Newmans!" She prefers the fig bars, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-2296592960025313223?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/2296592960025313223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=2296592960025313223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/2296592960025313223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/2296592960025313223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-you-shop-at-whole-foods-too.html' title='You know you shop at Whole Foods too often when...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R925HEisSoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lwKMsZzV6eQ/s72-c/ma_pa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-2182928279592010490</id><published>2008-03-16T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:16:03.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MommyDaddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R92240isSnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1316s79qx-I/s1600-h/march7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R92240isSnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1316s79qx-I/s320/march7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178496233839020658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, Delia was playing with one of her baby dolls and I told her she was a good Mommy.  She responded, "No. MommyDaddy," pointing to her chest.  My unbiased interpretation is that she sees Alan and me as a seamless parenting unit with no real division of labor.  Just the way we'd like it. It's when she says things like "MommyStu" that I start to worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-2182928279592010490?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/2182928279592010490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=2182928279592010490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/2182928279592010490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/2182928279592010490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/mommydaddy.html' title='MommyDaddy'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R92240isSnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1316s79qx-I/s72-c/march7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-120592390450345361</id><published>2008-03-16T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:08:25.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geneva, here we come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R92WdUisSmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lWoHTe1hCbw/s1600-h/swiss_flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R92WdUisSmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lWoHTe1hCbw/s320/swiss_flag.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178460577020529250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be entertaining fantasies that I have taken a job with the World Health Organization or something sexy like that, but alas, it is nothing so exciting.  Alan has accepted a position in the chemistry department at Hobart and William Smith College in Geneva, NEW YORK.  Geneva is located at the northern end of Seneca Lake and is apparently known for Sauerkraut Days and The Geneva Whale Watching Festival (a setup for major disappointment).  The town is hailed at the Lake Trout capital of the world and the lake is the second deepest in the country. We visited a few weeks ago and seeing any small town in the middle of February in order to get a sense of the place is an exceedingly bad idea.  It was bitterly cold, covered with dingy snow and the only people out were the smokers standing outside of bars.  We did have a lovely dinner with Alan's future colleagues who painted a more positive view of the town and were enthusiastic about their neighbors, schools, and cultural offerings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me about a month to wrap my mind around the move and all of its ramifications.  I think in the end it will be a good thing for Alan and the rest of the family. I grew up in a small town and realize how much they have to offer.  (Tired of the public vs private school debate? Move to a place without private schools!) I am reaching the end of a decade of obligations related to medical training and its costs and am feeling a little lost now that I have lots of choices.  Luckily, the combination of Alan's job stability and a low cost of living gives me the flexibility to figure out where I want to go next. All of my mental meanderings seem to return to knitting and goat cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-120592390450345361?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/120592390450345361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=120592390450345361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/120592390450345361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/120592390450345361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/geneva-here-we-come.html' title='Geneva, here we come!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R92WdUisSmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lWoHTe1hCbw/s72-c/swiss_flag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-6778241751608779045</id><published>2008-01-20T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:40:10.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mea Culpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R5Pnvyb4MaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-FW2MBhow6E/s1600-h/Delia+eating.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R5Pnvyb4MaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-FW2MBhow6E/s320/Delia+eating.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157720806447919522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a tough weekend in the van Eaglegiessen household.  We tried to go to dinner on Saturday, but Delia wanted no part of it.  I guess I should rephrase that.  She did want part of the walking around the restaurant smiling at everyone and pushing her toy bus on the floor, but she had no interest in actually eating.  There was only so much of "All Done!" that we could tolerate, so we scarfed down our meals and were out the door in 20 minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a great morning with some friends, Delia decided that she didn't want to take a nap today.  This was quite upsetting to her parents (even though Delia was in a fine mood), as we really enjoy a relaxing cup of coffee and an hour or two without the demands of a toddler.  We tried the crib, our bed, a mat on the floor, with the dolly, with the floppy pig, with the Grinch, in the dark, in the light, with music....you get the picture.  I realized we'd reach a bad place when I was making up lullabies with lyrics like, "You make me hate my life sometimes" and "I wish I was at work."  Eventually, in a moment of clarity, we gave up.  We were all much happier once we realized who was actually in charge today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-6778241751608779045?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6778241751608779045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=6778241751608779045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/6778241751608779045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/6778241751608779045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2008/01/mea-culpa.html' title='Mea Culpa'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R5Pnvyb4MaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-FW2MBhow6E/s72-c/Delia+eating.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-5619341572345347691</id><published>2008-01-16T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:07:55.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of reflection on primary care</title><content type='html'>As you know, I think a lot about our health care system and how best to fix it.  I try not to get overwhelmed by the day to day frustrations of the job and to see the bigger picture.  Here's what I observed this week: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: The American Board of Internal Medicine has proposed a new designation for internists- Comprehensivists.  People who receive this designation are supposed to be expert diagnosticians, communicators, facile with technology, team leaders and have an office that provides accessible and efficient care (the latter eliminates me).  One must complete additional training and testing for this title, which, by the way, does not lead to better reimbursements or higher pay.  What it does give you is a title other than Primary Care Provider or General Internist, which are no longer garner respect. Even internists don't want to be internists anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: I read an essay from a geriatrician about the high rates of peptic ulcers in older folks associated with anti-inflammatory pain medicines.  He notes that gastro-protective medications are not offered by Medicare plans, are prohibitively expensive, or require massive amounts of paperwork that primary providers don't have time to do.  So the elderly suffer and have complications that are way more expensive to treat than giving the right medicine in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Governor Deval Patrick announces a cut in Medicare reimbursements in the commonwealth of Massachusetts to make up for a budget deficit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: The front page of our local newspaper carried a story about the shortage of primary care  and mental health providers in western Massachusetts and Cape Cod.  The state is trying to encourage state medical schools to promote primary care and is planning on giving loan reimbursements to those who choose to practice here. Massachusetts has one of the highest doctor to patient ratios in the country, but this is due to the large number of specialists in Boston.  The Secretary of Health said that we have to show medical students that primary care is a rewarding career.  See number 3 to see how the Commonwealth really views primary care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: I read an article about incorporating meditation and mindfulness into primary care to avoid burnout.  This is an eight week program designed to help PCPs survive the stresses of their job and deal with difficult patients.  The article noted that most docs sleep less, eat worse, and exercise less than their peers.  They also spend less time with family and have, on average, ONLY ONE FRIEND apart from a spouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: There was an article about lawyers and doctors in the NY Times a few weeks ago. The gist of the article was that these professions are no longer as respected or desirable as they once were.  These jobs require more work and more training than many people can stomach today and the pressures to keep working longer hours are drives people away.  One MD was quoted as saying that every so often he needs to call in sick on short notice and spend 24-48 hours in bed.  He does this when he feels an uncontrollable urge to punch someone. You can spin this one two ways: either people are losing their work ethic or they are realizing that family/personal time is too important to sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: "Safety Net Providers Being Stretched to the Breaking Point."The title says it all.  This article comes from Internal Medicine News and notes today that safety net providers (aka community health centers) are taking on more of the burden of primary care.  Since 2001, the number of patients increased by 60% and I would guess the staffing at the centers hardly increased at all.  CHCs are often located in areas without specialty care or mental health services.  The number of mental health visits to CHCs has doubled in the past 5 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-5619341572345347691?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5619341572345347691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=5619341572345347691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/5619341572345347691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/5619341572345347691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2008/01/week-of-reflection-on-primary-care.html' title='A week of reflection on primary care'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-1212797415736403065</id><published>2008-01-13T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:05:25.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year and Delia's ready for anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R4qwUCb4MZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ON6-5WbKYRI/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R4qwUCb4MZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ON6-5WbKYRI/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155126581776626066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well, except for weaning. We decided to cut back on nursing in January and eliminate our morning feeding. The first few days were rough as I heard Delia screaming, "Mama! Mama!" as Alan headed downstairs with her for breakfast.  The day care commented that without her "morning coffee" Delia was irritable and clingy. However, being the resilient child she is, she bounced back and was her normal cheerful self over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came up to celebrate my mother's birthday today and it was a busy day for Delia.  She was really worn out after dinner and cuddled on the couch with me as my parents gathered their things.  She was zoned, ready for bed and her ticket to dreamtime was oh-so-close.  Yet she seemed confused and a little unsure about what to do.  Delia's never been breast-centric, but she groped and whined a bit, then pulled my shirt down nestled her face into my cleavage and blew the biggest raspberry ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-1212797415736403065?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/1212797415736403065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=1212797415736403065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/1212797415736403065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/1212797415736403065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-and-delias-ready-for-anything.html' title='A New Year and Delia&apos;s ready for anything'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R4qwUCb4MZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ON6-5WbKYRI/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-6900743253816222222</id><published>2007-12-30T05:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T06:06:06.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I work EVERY Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R3efDib4MYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uvxL2SRuXEQ/s1600-h/463px-rosie_the_riveter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R3efDib4MYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uvxL2SRuXEQ/s320/463px-rosie_the_riveter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149759582053609858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, after I just returned to work and was desperately trying to find my sea legs, a neighbor of mine left a package on our doorstep.  In the bag was a pile of baby blankets, burp rags and a flier for a local mothers' support group.  She left a handwritten invitation to participate in some of the activities offered and I immediately and desperately looked up the website.  Despite the claim that this organization supports all mothers in the pioneer valley, not a single event took place at night or on weekends. "Thanks, neighbor, but %$#*@! you!" I felt like yelling.  I was down and she kicked me; I had an open wound and she rubbed salt AND lemon in it. I never said thank you and never responded to the gesture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later, when walking home from the daycare, said neighbor was out with her son and the interaction was unavoidable.  I told her why I never called and how her gift made me feel.  She sympathized and told me her organization was starting a new support group for working moms.  I felt hopeful and glad I was able to be honest and not angry with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holidays, I took a week off from work to hang out with Alan and Delia at home.  We've been going to the YMCA for family swim and ran into this same neighbor one morning.  "Do you usually come on Fridays?" she asked innocently.  I reminded her that I continued to work full time and this was a special occasion.  "Would you like to start walking with me in the afternoons?" she countered.  I reminded her again that I work over 50 hours a week and don't get home until well after dark.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of my many complaints about working full time with a toddler, social isolation is probably number 2 on the list.  I greatly appreciate when friends and acquaintances reach out, but it often makes it more painful to have a glimpse at the social life that could be, but isn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, I am going to try to be less angry about the situation over which I have no control.  I've talked to the support group about setting up a buddy system for working moms to give them much needed support that doesn't require a time commitment.  I'll continue to remind people like my neighbor that many of us do work, are not flexible and have to make sacrifices when it comes to friends, family, and hobbies. The more people are aware of these issues, the more power we have to negotiate change at the political and community level.  (Please! A library story hour on a weekend!) If interested: www.momsrising.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-6900743253816222222?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6900743253816222222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=6900743253816222222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/6900743253816222222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/6900743253816222222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes-i-work-every-tuesday.html' title='Yes, I work EVERY Friday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R3efDib4MYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uvxL2SRuXEQ/s72-c/463px-rosie_the_riveter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-5630896748126462030</id><published>2007-12-29T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:43:34.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy and Delia sitting in a tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R3baUyb4MXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8LfG-xXPXMg/s1600-h/samdelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R3baUyb4MXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8LfG-xXPXMg/s320/samdelia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149543274615681394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Samuel came for a night this week and brought his parents, Adam and Miriam.  The children blessed us by going to bed easily and early, allowing the grown ups to enjoy each others' conversation and company.  Delia loves babies and Sammy was particularly special.  She patted his head, brought burp rags when needed and gave lots of kisses.  As Sam's dad noted, "Only 4 months and he's gotten to first base!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-5630896748126462030?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5630896748126462030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=5630896748126462030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/5630896748126462030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/5630896748126462030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/12/sammy-and-delia-sitting-in-tree.html' title='Sammy and Delia sitting in a tree...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R3baUyb4MXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8LfG-xXPXMg/s72-c/samdelia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-5971371846208716373</id><published>2007-12-22T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:49:43.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Tenenbaum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R229Pib4MWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/61cn2llHQQE/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R229Pib4MWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/61cn2llHQQE/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146978023793766754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked Delia up at daycare on Friday and was cuddling with another child when Delia ran over upset and jealous.  I had both girls in my arms and both were crying.  Ava starting pushing Delia quite hard and Delia's arms shot out towards her.  Before I could stop her, Delia had her arms around Ava and was patting her back to comfort her. To me, this speaks volumes about Delia's personality.  Her daycare providers comment frequently that she is able to stand up for herself but is never pushy with the other children.  She loves to be helpful and usually follows instructions. While Delia hasn't mastered sign language, elimination communication or started speaking in sentences, I couldn't be prouder of my little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-5971371846208716373?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5971371846208716373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=5971371846208716373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/5971371846208716373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/5971371846208716373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-little-tenenbaum.html' title='My little Tenenbaum'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R229Pib4MWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/61cn2llHQQE/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-5464553679105212258</id><published>2007-12-16T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:22:30.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo big</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R2W-4Sb4MVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cIw8P7DlNNY/s1600-h/DSC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R2W-4Sb4MVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cIw8P7DlNNY/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144728023571378514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia's  current likes include:&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;dancing&lt;br /&gt;markers (washable, of course)&lt;br /&gt;the recycling bin&lt;br /&gt;reading books&lt;br /&gt;The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;clementines&lt;br /&gt;feeding herself with a fork&lt;br /&gt;Stuart&lt;br /&gt;wearing sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;swim class&lt;br /&gt;snow days&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dislikes include:&lt;br /&gt;her green rubber duckie&lt;br /&gt;Dad cooking&lt;br /&gt;meat&lt;br /&gt;Mom wearing a coat&lt;br /&gt;washing her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-5464553679105212258?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5464553679105212258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=5464553679105212258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/5464553679105212258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/5464553679105212258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/12/soooo-big.html' title='Soooo big'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R2W-4Sb4MVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cIw8P7DlNNY/s72-c/DSC_0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-5508462206519358404</id><published>2007-12-16T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T12:05:19.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids grow up so fast these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R2WE8Sb4MUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/imB66MXILRU/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R2WE8Sb4MUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/imB66MXILRU/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144664320616444226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-5508462206519358404?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5508462206519358404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=5508462206519358404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/5508462206519358404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/5508462206519358404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/12/kids-grow-up-so-fast-these-days.html' title='Kids grow up so fast these days'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R2WE8Sb4MUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/imB66MXILRU/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-65186468973240134</id><published>2007-12-16T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:52:08.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R2Vylyb4MTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/I4kjzqCEXLo/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R2Vylyb4MTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/I4kjzqCEXLo/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144644142860087602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been hit by two big storms this week, leaving us with over a foot of snow. Alan has run out of places to put the snow from our driveway.   Although Delia's going stir crazy in the house, she's doesn't seem to like being outside so much these days.  We're playing a lot of hide and seek (she always wins) and doing laps around the first floor. Day care is closed the week between Christmas and New Year's--looks like it's going to be a long one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-65186468973240134?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/65186468973240134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=65186468973240134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/65186468973240134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/65186468973240134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R2Vylyb4MTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/I4kjzqCEXLo/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-7550244185898229830</id><published>2007-12-02T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:11:20.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R1NWud-jqqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VmNxJbhMf4g/s1600-R/DSC_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R1NWud-jqqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TmOoBURuaXc/s320/DSC_0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139546956080851618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled to El Dorado, Arkansas for Thanksgiving this year.  While Delia did not enjoy the fried turkey, she did enjoy getting to know her extended family.  She gave lots of hugs and kisses to her aunts, uncles, and cousins and was a total charmer.  She became particularly attached to cousin Murron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anticipation of Christmas, we are teaching Delia some snowman self defense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R1NXV9-jqrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tpY86ksfzwY/s1600-R/DSC_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R1NXV9-jqrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/H14VNYsN7MY/s320/DSC_0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139547634685684402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-7550244185898229830?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/7550244185898229830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=7550244185898229830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/7550244185898229830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/7550244185898229830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R1NWud-jqqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TmOoBURuaXc/s72-c/DSC_0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-8839581313446029516</id><published>2007-12-02T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:05:01.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An object at rest remains at rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R1NVsd-jqpI/AAAAAAAAADs/4uG21eiQbLQ/s1600-R/DSC_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R1NVsd-jqpI/AAAAAAAAADs/xP02MCVqmJI/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139545822209485458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in memory, Delia fell asleep in my arms today.  She is a typical 15-month old that never stops moving (just like her mother), so this was a cherished moment.  We lead such a hectic life that it was nice to feel the Delia's weight against my chest, the rhythm of her breathing and rest for a half an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-8839581313446029516?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8839581313446029516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=8839581313446029516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/8839581313446029516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/8839581313446029516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/12/object-at-rest-remains-at-rest.html' title='An object at rest remains at rest'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R1NVsd-jqpI/AAAAAAAAADs/xP02MCVqmJI/s72-c/DSC_0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-3150831987680142143</id><published>2007-12-02T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:13:27.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>raising a confident girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R1NJ-t-jqoI/AAAAAAAAADk/vYqkqwbAqxg/s1600-R/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R1NJ-t-jqoI/AAAAAAAAADk/2_KfQ62IhdA/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139532941602564738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try very hard to make sure Delia is a self confident girl.  Does it look like we're successful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-3150831987680142143?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3150831987680142143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=3150831987680142143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3150831987680142143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3150831987680142143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/12/raising-confident-girl.html' title='raising a confident girl'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/R1NJ-t-jqoI/AAAAAAAAADk/2_KfQ62IhdA/s72-c/DSC_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-596754254570035911</id><published>2007-11-11T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:40:49.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time change= Torture for parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rzcxdb0oIuI/AAAAAAAAADc/GXmrVo302gc/s1600-h/tired+alan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rzcxdb0oIuI/AAAAAAAAADc/GXmrVo302gc/s320/tired+alan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131624682166428386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is a really old photo, but we feel just as tired now as we did in the first month.  How long does it take for the babes to adjust to the time change?  We are a little tired of seeing 4:30 in the morning...long before the sun rises, before the paper arrives, before Morning Edition, even before the dog wants to be fed.  We feel blessed to have a good sleeper, but if anyone has advice on how to get her to sleep in, feel free to let us know your secrets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to self-diagnose, but I was convinced last week that I had myasthenia gravis (an autoimmune disorder that causes neuromuscular weakness) because I couldn't keep my eyes open past 8 pm.  Alan rightly pointed out that everything else was working fine but the eyelids.  Is is legal to call in tired to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Mother's Helper was valium, the Working Mother's Helper should be amphetamines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-596754254570035911?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/596754254570035911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=596754254570035911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/596754254570035911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/596754254570035911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-change-torture-for-parents.html' title='Time change= Torture for parents'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rzcxdb0oIuI/AAAAAAAAADc/GXmrVo302gc/s72-c/tired+alan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-3630193662182742795</id><published>2007-11-11T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:34:37.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Soap Box Part 2: Universal insurance doesn't mean universal healthcare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rzb7z70oItI/AAAAAAAAADU/ccb9J_hHDkQ/s1600-h/061209_ClintonObama_vl.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rzb7z70oItI/AAAAAAAAADU/ccb9J_hHDkQ/s320/061209_ClintonObama_vl.widec.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131565695085585106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massachusetts has been on the forefront of social change in the part 5 years.  We are the first state to legalize gay marriage and the first to offer (nearly) universal health "care".  I put it in quotes because we are offered insurance but there is not enough care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at a community health center in a very needy community with a tremendously high rate of diabetes, HIV, drug abuse and mental illness.  We are what's called a "safety net provider", a clinic that provides care to people who can't go elsewhere.  We are also the portal of entry for many chronically ill Puerto Ricans who emigrate for better health care.  We have many very talented and dedicated providers eager to care for these difficult patients, but we are drowning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see over 200 new patients in our clinic every month, mostly through our acute care clinic and have absolutely no way of providing adequate ongoing care or chronic disease management.  Waiting lists have expanded to the point of uselessness, providers get burnt out and frustrated and the patients wait.  It is likely that our health center, the safety net provider for our part of the state, will close its doors to new patients in the coming months, leaving no other options for hundreds, if not thousands of needy people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of these people have social security numbers and qualify for state-sponsored insurance, there is no access to care.  Limited numbers of offices accept this low-reimbursement insurance and those that do are absolutely overwhelmed.   Very few graduates from medical school choose family practice, internal medicine, or pediatrics residencies.  Those that do often go on to specialize and have more lucrative practices.  I am one of 2 of my intern class of 66 that practices general internal medicine.  64 have gone on to become cardiologists, oncologists, and gastroenterologists--all specialists that rely on primary care clinics for referrals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another level, this is a feminist issue.  Most of the med school grads bound for primary care jobs are women.  Young women sometimes get married and have babies.  Balancing work and family is difficult in the best of circumstances, but being a primary care provider with pressure to see more and increasingly sicker patients without higher pay and a flexible schedule is horrendous. Frankly, despite my altruistic nature, sometimes I don't think it's worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the answers are to improve access to care, but the solution will have to be multi-dimensional.  The work environment needs to be supportive and family-friendly, medical schools and residencies need to promote primary care jobs more effectively, we need more doctors, and reimbursement for the poorer patients (and often the sickest) needs to be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to be from a state with progressive values and I think we will learn a lot in the upcoming year about our broken health care system.  I think big business, republicans, and democrats are all thinking about single-payer health care in a new way, but we can't expand a severely broken system without disastrous consequences for our most vulnerable citizens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, gay marriage is working out MUCH better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-3630193662182742795?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3630193662182742795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=3630193662182742795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3630193662182742795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3630193662182742795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/11/soap-box-part-2-universal-insurance.html' title='Soap Box Part 2: Universal insurance doesn&apos;t mean universal healthcare'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rzb7z70oItI/AAAAAAAAADU/ccb9J_hHDkQ/s72-c/061209_ClintonObama_vl.widec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-3220635787304458910</id><published>2007-10-19T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T19:06:29.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lady doth protest: Delia's first temper tantrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rxlhntw058I/AAAAAAAAADM/3oOYunH1Afo/s1600-h/DSC_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rxlhntw058I/AAAAAAAAADM/3oOYunH1Afo/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123233386037831618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia was a very unhappy girl at day care today.  When her favorite teacher wouldn't/couldn't pick her up, Delia threw herself on the floor, kicking and screaming.  We've always known that Delia was advanced, but we didn't think it would apply to the mood swings of the terrible twos.  Unluckily for her (but perhaps luckily for us), she smashed her head into the floor.  We're really hoping that negative reinforcement helps to stave off more of these episodes in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-3220635787304458910?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3220635787304458910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=3220635787304458910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3220635787304458910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3220635787304458910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/10/lady-doth-protest-delias-first-temper.html' title='The lady doth protest: Delia&apos;s first temper tantrum'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rxlhntw058I/AAAAAAAAADM/3oOYunH1Afo/s72-c/DSC_0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-9118188765672927770</id><published>2007-10-18T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:30:50.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Sammy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RxfQfdw057I/AAAAAAAAADE/WfUvwePGvmE/s1600-h/DSC_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RxfQfdw057I/AAAAAAAAADE/WfUvwePGvmE/s320/DSC_0058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122792340141172658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of our dear friend Miriam and her son, Samuel.  Sammy has been a long time coming and we're so glad he's finally arrived.  It was so hard to watch Miriam and her husband Adam wait for Sammy, especially when we had Delia. Having a baby brings a tremendous amount of joy and love to a couple, but it certainly changes the dynamic between a new family and old friends.  We're glad you're here, Baby Love; you're a very welcome addition to our extended family.  You are a very lucky little boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-9118188765672927770?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/9118188765672927770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=9118188765672927770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/9118188765672927770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/9118188765672927770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-sammy.html' title='Welcome Sammy!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RxfQfdw057I/AAAAAAAAADE/WfUvwePGvmE/s72-c/DSC_0058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-7269446911654882007</id><published>2007-10-18T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:23:17.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing cuter than Delia is Delia with a baby alpaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RxesUtw051I/AAAAAAAAACk/0B-NBXPvadQ/s1600-h/DSC_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RxesUtw051I/AAAAAAAAACk/0B-NBXPvadQ/s320/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122752573038978898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RxergNw050I/AAAAAAAAACc/6c4BJ6z79qk/s1600-h/DSC_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RxergNw050I/AAAAAAAAACc/6c4BJ6z79qk/s320/DSC_0042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122751671095846722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a busy fall in the vanEagleGiessen household.  Alan is teaching and applying for jobs, I am working, taking spanish, and knitting up a storm.  Delia rearranges the tupperware daily  and tries hard to point out lapses in our baby proofing efforts.  We had a visit from Alan's parents, who hadn't seen Delia in 6 months!  We went north to visit an alpaca farm.  Delia loved the baby alpacas and the feeling was mutual.  Perhaps once we have a bigger yard...I'd have an endless supply of yarn and wouldn't need to mow so often.  We are trying to enjoy the New England fall weather as much as possible before we're housebound for the winter.  Delia is a walking champ and starting to talk a little more.  She has become even more generous with hugs and kisses and her favorite place to be is in a lap with a book.  She's knows how to "shake it" when the older kids at daycare are dancing and loves to listen to music.  She is very excited about Halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-7269446911654882007?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/7269446911654882007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=7269446911654882007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/7269446911654882007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/7269446911654882007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/10/only-thing-cuter-than-delia-is-baby.html' title='The only thing cuter than Delia is Delia with a baby alpaca'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RxesUtw051I/AAAAAAAAACk/0B-NBXPvadQ/s72-c/DSC_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-1585060197822238826</id><published>2007-09-23T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T16:30:01.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knitting/Beth Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RvcC2upBJyI/AAAAAAAAACU/70lj3X2VSKc/s1600-h/DSC_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RvcC2upBJyI/AAAAAAAAACU/70lj3X2VSKc/s320/DSC_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113559041158752034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even through the summer, I've been knitting a lot.  I still fantasize about chucking the traditional jobs and raising goats for milk to make cheese and sheep for the wool.  However, on a 0.16 acre lot, I'll have to make do with the local yarn shops and farmers' market cheese. Work remains busy, sometimes in a good way and sometimes in a pull-my-hair-out way.  I've always been a bit of a luddite, but I have found a very cool way to learn spanish.  I am taking a class via Skype with a teacher in Ecuador.  We both have video and audio capability; we IM during the class to correct mistakes and homework is sent by email.  It is just what I needed to get my butt in gear and practice speaking and writing.  Fall has arrived and I am reminded every day why I love living in New England.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-1585060197822238826?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/1585060197822238826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=1585060197822238826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/1585060197822238826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/1585060197822238826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/09/knittingbeth-update.html' title='Knitting/Beth Update'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RvcC2upBJyI/AAAAAAAAACU/70lj3X2VSKc/s72-c/DSC_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-3596267141307691752</id><published>2007-09-23T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T17:13:57.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delia Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RvcAHupBJxI/AAAAAAAAACM/gjDz1oaek90/s1600-h/DSC_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RvcAHupBJxI/AAAAAAAAACM/gjDz1oaek90/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113556034681644818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia is now 13 months old.  We had a little family party  for her birthday at her grandparents' house in Connecticut.  She started walking about a week later and is now getting into everything.  She says "Mommy", which can mean 'mommy', 'daddy', 'mine' or 'milk'. She's now sleeping through the night, which makes us love her even more.  She remains a very good natured kid, often open-mouth kissing all of her classmates as they arrive at daycare. She loves to read books, dance, and pet the neighborhood dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-3596267141307691752?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3596267141307691752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=3596267141307691752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3596267141307691752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3596267141307691752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/09/delia-update.html' title='Delia Update'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RvcAHupBJxI/AAAAAAAAACM/gjDz1oaek90/s72-c/DSC_0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-3403237129797711740</id><published>2007-09-23T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:18:32.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rvb8HupBJwI/AAAAAAAAACE/UiT1GufPi3A/s1600-h/DSC_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rvb8HupBJwI/AAAAAAAAACE/UiT1GufPi3A/s320/DSC_0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113551636635133698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for Delia and the pets, that is. Naked time started out of necesity many months ago when a diaper rash just wouldn't heal.   It's now become part of the well-established routine in the vanEagleGiessen household and, speaking for everyone, it is the best part of the day.  Mornings and afternoons are equally chaotic with two working parents, a toddler and a dog.   Dinner usually is often a tearful affair with the dog getting most of Delia's dinner.  Bathtime is quick and efficient; moods improve as the layers of sand, snot, and food get scraped off. Then we all toddle down the hall to hang out in Delia's room (cat and dog included).  We let the dishes sit dirty in the kitchen.  Clinic notes and lectures wait in backpacks.  The dog's bladder is about to burst, but no matter.  It is the only time of the day where we are focused on eachother.  We read stories, blow bubbles, terrorize the dog and decompress from our stressful days. Once Delia has nursed, we sing a lullaby and say goodnight.  Then it's off to walk the dog, clean the kitchen, pack lunches, return phone calls, grade homework, do paperwork....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-3403237129797711740?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3403237129797711740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=3403237129797711740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3403237129797711740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3403237129797711740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/09/naked-time.html' title='Naked Time'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rvb8HupBJwI/AAAAAAAAACE/UiT1GufPi3A/s72-c/DSC_0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-1720705399106337391</id><published>2007-08-11T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T13:49:39.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rr4g1eHI5PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aL8YidHECAA/s1600-h/20050928083132!Lighthouse_on_Block_Island,_RI_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rr4g1eHI5PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aL8YidHECAA/s320/20050928083132!Lighthouse_on_Block_Island,_RI_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097547931218142450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've just returned from our first family vacation.  We spent a few days on Block Island. BI is a gorgeous little island about 12 miles from Naragansett, Rhode Island.  Many people liken its geography to Ireland. It is possible and quite easy to be car free on the island, although a disturbing number of people ferried over their SUVs.  We rode our bikes with Delia in tow as far as she would let us.  I think she gets a bit bored back there by herself, but her stuffed dromedary helped some.  As nice as it was to get away from the responsibilities of home and work, travelling with an infant is not always so easy.  She slept quite poorly in a strange environment and our condo was a baby-proofing nightmare.  The highlight of the trip was the animal farm located next to our condo.  Delia loved to watch and wave at the llamas, camels, bull, donkeys, and kangaroos.  Poor Stuart seems a little boring after that crew.  We ended up coming home a day early due to rain, sleep deprivation and my new affliction with solar urticaria (sun induced hives).  We are now getting ready for Delia's first birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-1720705399106337391?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/1720705399106337391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=1720705399106337391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/1720705399106337391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/1720705399106337391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rr4g1eHI5PI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aL8YidHECAA/s72-c/20050928083132!Lighthouse_on_Block_Island,_RI_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-6347164551447824226</id><published>2007-07-18T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:25:15.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more ear infections!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rp4hurw3nRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KX-Tgy9YxPA/s1600-h/DSCN0973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rp4hurw3nRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KX-Tgy9YxPA/s320/DSCN0973.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088541714880634130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for the ENT!  Delia had tubes placed in both ears today and was a real champ.  We are hoping that our days of broad spectrum antibiotics and motrin are over.  She'll recover at home today and will go back to daycare tomorrow.  We've even gotten the green light for swim class on Saturday. Delia is standing on her own and is very close to walking.  She has learned how to take off her velcro shoes and, most importantly, learned how to unravel the toilet paper. Despite her often painful ears, she remains very cheerful and full of hugs and kisses for loved ones (and dogs).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-6347164551447824226?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6347164551447824226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=6347164551447824226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/6347164551447824226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/6347164551447824226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-more-ear-infections.html' title='No more ear infections!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rp4hurw3nRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KX-Tgy9YxPA/s72-c/DSCN0973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-433097487820998539</id><published>2007-07-07T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:32:28.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RpBKosLvWPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zgOI0A9kYo/s1600-h/Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RpBKosLvWPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zgOI0A9kYo/s320/Beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084646042216913138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we went to a friend's lake house in New Hampshire and got to see some friends from our years in Boston.  We had good food, wine, conversation and, of course, knitting. From the look on Delia's face, you can tell the water was quite cold.  But doesn't she look fantastic?  This is one of my old swimsuits, circa 1973, that I found in my parents' attic last week.   She now has four teeth, can cruise all over the house and has learned how to go down the stairs backwards.  Unfortunately, we are still battling ear infections and the poor kid only had 10 days in between the last two.  Although we have conflicting feelings about it, she's scheduled for tubes in 10 days.  We will be happy to be antibiotic and ibuprofen free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-433097487820998539?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/433097487820998539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=433097487820998539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/433097487820998539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/433097487820998539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/07/trip-to-beach.html' title='Trip to the Beach'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RpBKosLvWPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1zgOI0A9kYo/s72-c/Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-2187733655976441899</id><published>2007-06-30T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:15:31.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap Box</title><content type='html'>I think a lot about the plight of working parents.  Returning to work after a baby is a roller coaster for a few months, so I gave myself some time to figure out how I really feel about the situation.  It stinks. The maximum allowed leave for a new mom with the Family Medical Leave Act is 3 months.  Many new moms who make minimum wage must return to work after FOUR weeks for financial reasons.  The FMLA acts takes all the vacation/sick/personal time that a woman has accrued as part of maternity leave, so when she returns to work with a newborn and really needs some flexibility, there isn't any.  Many women who return to work are still nursing their babies (and are encouraged strongly to do so by the American Academy of Pediatrics until at least 12 months) and their right to do so is not protected in all states.  There's so much going against working parents, it's amazing that so many families make it work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed a trend since I've connected with other new parents.  Instead of fighting the system and working to make things better for everyone, many moms are part of the 'opt out' revolution.  They are not forced to stay home, they opt to.  They are not housewives, they are SAHMs (stay at home moms).  It's great when families have this option, but when it's increasingly common, it makes things harder for the rest of us. For example: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1) Day Care.  We were literally told by one center, "We don't believe infants should spend all day in day care."  For whom are they providing care?  Our current day care opens after I leave for work and closes when I'm still seeing patients. If it weren't for Alan's flexible schedule, we'd have to get a nanny (which we can't afford). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Car Seat Inspections.  Our fire station offers the service on Wednesday mornings only.  When I pointed out to them that this was extremely inconvenient for working families and that the fire station is open 24/7, I got a not-so-nice response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Support Groups.  New moms have a rough time and new parent groups are really important.  I think working moms have a double whammy- pulled in many directions and no time for play groups or friends.  My community is extremely pro-woman and pro-mom, but all the family programs are on weekdays. There's nothing out there for the women who need it most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My European friends get 6 mo to 1 year of paid maternity leave, flexibile work options and protection of the right to breast feed and/or pump at work.  Why is it that our country hasn't caught on to family friendly policies?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested in finding out more about policital activism on famly issues?  www.momsrising.org`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-2187733655976441899?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/2187733655976441899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=2187733655976441899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/2187733655976441899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/2187733655976441899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/06/soap-box.html' title='Soap Box'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-2113094601536334902</id><published>2007-06-21T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:21:21.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The orange dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Op2yqrJg14s/RnsVnXPFpUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OW0yRp23i8s/s1600-h/DSCN0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Op2yqrJg14s/RnsVnXPFpUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OW0yRp23i8s/s320/DSCN0791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078676770786747714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I should finally post on this here blog.  The orange dress is one of my favorite outfits that Delia owns.  The hat, of course, is what makes it, with its unspecified animal head. Very cute, if I may say so. Delia likes to eat the ties.   She's had it for some time and it's remarkable that it fit for so long.  Sadly, the days of the orange dress are past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-2113094601536334902?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/2113094601536334902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=2113094601536334902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/2113094601536334902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/2113094601536334902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/06/orange-dress.html' title='The orange dress'/><author><name>Alan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06412977185032725333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Op2yqrJg14s/RnsVnXPFpUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OW0yRp23i8s/s72-c/DSCN0791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-1410539172301722384</id><published>2007-06-12T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:15:05.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delia update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rm8n9_Rne5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EzTiFyX0igY/s1600-h/DSCN0844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rm8n9_Rne5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EzTiFyX0igY/s320/DSCN0844.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075319250980666258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia is now nearing 10 months old.  She is just about average in size and doing all the things she's supposed to do.  She is a very speedy crawler and likes to get into the recycling bins.  She is starting to pull up on things and is just figuring out the stairs.  She is babbling a lot and we think 'dog' will be her first word.  Delia is an extremely happy baby, very affectionate and silly.  Her favorite things, in no particular order are: Stuart, Dad, yams, her alphabet books, milk, a good nap, Mom, swim class and Lego.  Delia is not so fond of plane trips, ear infections, and beets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-1410539172301722384?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/1410539172301722384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=1410539172301722384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/1410539172301722384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/1410539172301722384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/06/delia-update.html' title='Delia update'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rm8n9_Rne5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EzTiFyX0igY/s72-c/DSCN0844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-6148464755915510438</id><published>2007-05-30T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:48:09.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delia and Stuart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rl4aejhaOTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tZJDw8JEKMI/s1600-h/DSCN0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rl4aejhaOTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tZJDw8JEKMI/s320/DSCN0828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070519342699526450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know our dog, this is an amazing photo.  We love Stu with all our hearts, but he's a bit of a mess.  All heart and no brains, as Alan says.  If Stuart had a vocabulary, 'gentle' would not be in it, but somehow he knows to be gentle with Delia.  And Delia loves her puppy.  She laughs and shrieks when he walks in the room.  She feeds him cheerios, pokes him in the eyes and chews on his ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-6148464755915510438?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6148464755915510438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=6148464755915510438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/6148464755915510438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/6148464755915510438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/05/delia-and-stuart.html' title='Delia and Stuart'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rl4aejhaOTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tZJDw8JEKMI/s72-c/DSCN0828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-5093647817070718717</id><published>2007-05-30T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:36:12.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rl4XPDhaOSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CB2ynbgtfdc/s1600-h/F10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rl4XPDhaOSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CB2ynbgtfdc/s320/F10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070515777876670754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few years ago when Alan asked me to marry him, I sent out a mass email to my medical school classmates.  I knew there would be speculation about whether or not I would change my name.  I announced that we would be known as the van Eaglegiessens and the response I got was, well, tepid.  One chum suggested some sort of intervention to let me know this was a stupid idea.  C'mon people, it's a joke.  To set the record straight,  Lego and I are Eaglesons; Delia, Stuart and Alan are van Giessens.  One family, two names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-5093647817070718717?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5093647817070718717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=5093647817070718717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/5093647817070718717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/5093647817070718717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/Rl4XPDhaOSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CB2ynbgtfdc/s72-c/F10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495347605283243273.post-3348786821122399730</id><published>2007-05-27T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:35:14.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RloxNDhaORI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kL1m_pNonSY/s1600-h/DSCN0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RloxNDhaORI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kL1m_pNonSY/s320/DSCN0803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069418430912411922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, inspired by the blogging of various friends and frustrated by my inability to keep up with loved ones, I have decided to try my hand at this.  I apologize ahead of time if we are not as timely as we should be about these things.  Please check back soon and we'll try to have some recent pictures and family updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495347605283243273-3348786821122399730?l=bethandalan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3348786821122399730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495347605283243273&amp;postID=3348786821122399730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3348786821122399730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495347605283243273/posts/default/3348786821122399730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethandalan.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-to-first-post.html' title='Welcome to the first post'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16266458409590488473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnHPXi_BZm8/RloxNDhaORI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kL1m_pNonSY/s72-c/DSCN0803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
