<?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-9063348793647752803</id><updated>2011-11-23T22:48:03.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carclan</title><subtitle type='html'>Random comments on happenings in the lives of the Caruso family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-4508218266784315247</id><published>2009-03-22T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:23:03.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios</title><content type='html'>We have not blogged for a while as our life continues to get busy and we find more excuses not to do this extra task.  While we intend to keep people up to date it seems more like a drag and another thing.  We may be back in the future, but for the time being we are OOC (out of commission).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-4508218266784315247?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4508218266784315247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=4508218266784315247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/4508218266784315247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/4508218266784315247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/adios.html' title='Adios'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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-9063348793647752803.post-4640733234169878046</id><published>2008-12-01T09:40:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:00:35.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Traditions</title><content type='html'>How John hangs outdoor Christmas lights:&lt;br /&gt;1. Measure the house.&lt;br /&gt;2. Count the number of snowflake/lights.&lt;br /&gt;3. Calculate the proper spacing between snowflakes in inches.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mark the intervals with masking tape.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hang the light clips on the tape marks.&lt;br /&gt;6. Attach the snowflakes in a beautiful array--&lt;br /&gt;perfectly symmetrical, mathematically correct, and aesthetically pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Sarah hangs outdoor Christmas lights:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pull them out of the box and (sort of) untangle the cords.&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk to the neighbors while clipping them onto the house haphazardly.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tug them into a generally even-spaced placement.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ask the neighbor's opinion...Do you think they're spaced okay?&lt;br /&gt;(He told me that a little imperfection makes it look more charming.  Thanks, Mike!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Plug those puppies in.  They look pretty in the dark, anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-4640733234169878046?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4640733234169878046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=4640733234169878046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/4640733234169878046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/4640733234169878046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas Traditions'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-8944612242479237142</id><published>2008-11-21T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:48:05.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Baby Peter?</title><content type='html'>So Cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lN8_1uMDgl7v-TgfleQzBQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jAKlE_CWjnE/SSbl2GIVIwI/AAAAAAAAA-k/l0s0qvj8U0o/s288/725050-R1-E014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ru_FMwVvoGPdVwpfZSIU2Q"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jAKlE_CWjnE/SSbl3HBOuvI/AAAAAAAAA-s/KmAV9ZLo_x4/s288/725050-R1-E022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-8944612242479237142?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8944612242479237142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=8944612242479237142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/8944612242479237142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/8944612242479237142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/remember-baby-peter.html' title='Remember Baby Peter?'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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://lh4.ggpht.com/_jAKlE_CWjnE/SSbl2GIVIwI/AAAAAAAAA-k/l0s0qvj8U0o/s72-c/725050-R1-E014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-500462641342519541</id><published>2008-11-21T09:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:28:17.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter is Seven!</title><content type='html'>What a week!  On November 19 Peter turned seven years old.  We've been celebrating in full force for several days now.  Last Friday after school we celebrated at Going Vertical, a sports/training facility.  His good friend, Austin, also has a November birthday, so we had a joint sports party with all of their good buddies.  Twelve boys, one trainer, and two all-time-quarterback-dads had a blast on the field turf playing football and dodge ball.  After the contests they cooled down with pop and football-themed cookies (with GOBS of frosting).  Peter was in bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/F6Jr1DXiN6QLUJTDNWMk3w"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jAKlE_CWjnE/SSbWT7PBsjI/AAAAAAAAA88/HSw06iCGBNU/s288/IMG_3065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter with Austin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night Peter and I went to the grocery store to choose a special birthday cereal (sugary, of course) and cake.  We baked the cake before going to bed, but the frosting had to wait.  Bummer!  He was looking forward to licking some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Peter woke up to streamers and balloons hanging over his bed.  The birthday fairy likes to sneak in and decorate at night, just as she did when I was a kid!  We had the special cereal for breakfast and then went to the Wheeler book fair before school.  He chose two favorite books before heading upstairs for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch Clara, Jonas and I brought pizza to school and ate with Peter in the cafeteria.  Then we played outside for recess--Peter played football while Clara ran around with some of the big kids.  After recess we went into Peter's classroom and had b-day treats with his class.  They all sang to him, and he passed out Rice Krispie Treats and Capri-Sun drinks to everyone.  Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we played outside, walked home, and made preparations for evening dinner.  Finally a lick of that frosting!!!  Peter is the perfect age to enter into the excitement and anticipation.  What a joy!  When John came home we had a brief family dinner complete with cake, candles and presents.  We gave him a super-cool Patriots football jersey which he loved!  Then off to basketball practice, Awana, and home for bed.  Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday after school we had two buddies over for popcorn and a movie.  Then at 6:00 Grandpa &amp; Grandma, Daniel and Micah came for supper and celebration.  Peter requested school-style sausage pizza (how do you even replicate that?), Pringles, and cake and ice cream.  We all sang and celebrated, and he loved being the guest of honor.  Cool presents were opened--Martian Matter game, drum sticks with practice pad, and Wall-E movie--and played with immediately following supper.  It was hard to go to bed after all of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/L2HH_OBEHMo2szOuS3DkmA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jAKlE_CWjnE/SSbWXo6-q2I/AAAAAAAAA9U/5L7Ix2JSXFw/s288/IMG_3117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Peter Meshach!  We love you always and forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-500462641342519541?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/500462641342519541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=500462641342519541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/500462641342519541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/500462641342519541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/peter-is-seven.html' title='Peter is Seven!'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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://lh3.ggpht.com/_jAKlE_CWjnE/SSbWT7PBsjI/AAAAAAAAA88/HSw06iCGBNU/s72-c/IMG_3065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-2814056183272682994</id><published>2008-11-18T17:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:46:45.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Values, According to Corduroy Bear</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer:  I have to get this preaching out of my system...&lt;br /&gt;Please skip this entry if you feel so inclined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently bought a book about Corduroy the bear--&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Corduroy's Best Halloween Ever!&lt;/span&gt;  Seems like darling, wholesome fun with good family values, right?  Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story unfolds, Corduroy's friend (Puppy) comes to his house with a damaged (unusable) costume, so Corduroy offers his own for Puppy to use.  Nice idea!  Here's the dialogue that follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" said Puppy.  "But Corduroy, what will you wear?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry.  I have an idea," said Corduroy.&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't, really.  What &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; he wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the story he finally comes up with an idea for another costume, and everything works out in the end.  Seems nice?  Warm and fuzzy?  Look a little deeper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 1: Lying is okay if you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;In this case, it seemed to be for Puppy's benefit.  He may not have accepted Corduroy's gift (or may have felt like a burden) if he knew it was his one and only costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2: Giving can never be selfless.  Generosity is motivated by excess, not sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;It would have been okay to offer the costume if there were many available, but not only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do I take it so seriously?  Because this is exactly the tainted value system that we (and our children) are immersed in daily.  Because with this mentality, humanity will never even come close to comprehending God's truth and love.  How can we possibly embrace the fact that God is truthful?  No one tells the truth all the time.  How can we understand perfect, selfless love and sacrifice?   We don't even know what that looks like.  On and on the implications flow...little by little our vision is clouded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to say that "Relativity" Corduroy will be asked to leave this house.  Too bad.  He seemed like such a cute guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-2814056183272682994?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2814056183272682994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=2814056183272682994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/2814056183272682994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/2814056183272682994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/values-according-to-corduroy-bear.html' title='Values, According to Corduroy Bear'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-1236512641759444817</id><published>2008-11-08T14:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:06:52.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>According to Clara...</title><content type='html'>TV shows we're not allowed to watch:&lt;br /&gt;“They don’t believe in God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating a banana in the peel:&lt;br /&gt;“I want it in the bun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating an apple:&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t like the crust.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at a tag I cut off a comforter:&lt;br /&gt;“Is it according to the Scriptures?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if someone smokes?&lt;br /&gt;“They have to go in a wheelchair if they do that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t the mind of a child so fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-1236512641759444817?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1236512641759444817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=1236512641759444817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1236512641759444817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1236512641759444817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/world-according-to-clara.html' title='According to Clara...'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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-9063348793647752803.post-1739923843876565053</id><published>2008-11-06T09:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:14:44.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Clara</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Jzz02GQ9Lb4rcYTO8VrIOA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jAKlE_CWjnE/SRMIiKFjsbI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ruwd7UsAVeY/s288/IMG_2784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/Fall2008"&gt;Fall 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation at breakfast this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara: Remember when we talked to that man in the bushes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: What man?  I don’t remember that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara: He was in the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (getting a little concerned about child predators in the bushes!) That doesn’t sound very good.  I don’t usually talk to men in bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: She’s talking about Moses and the burning bush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Laughter and relief!)&lt;br /&gt;I guess that MAN in the bush is okay to talk to…there are always exceptions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-1739923843876565053?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1739923843876565053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=1739923843876565053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1739923843876565053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1739923843876565053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/precious-clara.html' title='Precious Clara'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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://lh3.ggpht.com/_jAKlE_CWjnE/SRMIiKFjsbI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ruwd7UsAVeY/s72-c/IMG_2784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-7096869363241898963</id><published>2008-09-28T16:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:38:13.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Froggy Friend of the Week</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends!  It's been a VERY long time!  I'm (Sarah) going to start a new blogging strategy to keep me dilligent.  Hopefully I can turn over a new leaf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week as I was mowing the grass I saw a little frog hopping across the back yard.  Trying to be fun, I stopped the mower and caught it for Clara.  She was thrilled!  We put it in a little plastic box and poked holes in the lid for fresh air.  Clara put some handfuls of grass, a few leaves, and some water in the box to keep froggy happy.  What a find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She checked on it throughout the morning, and eventually brought it into the house at lunch time.  (Our fuzzy caterpillar died in the sun the day before, so she was worried about a similar fate for froggy.)  I allowed her to place the box on the entry rug by the back door, intending to put him outside in the shade at nap time.  You can guess the blunder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tucking Clara in for naps, I went to check on froggy.  Imagine my disgust when I realized he was no longer in his little home!  Surely he wasn't small enough to wriggle through one of those little air holes!  So what's the worst thing that could happen?  Either we will accidentally step on him (creepy!) or he will hide somewhere and eventually die (stinky!).  In my mind, it was lose-lose.  Why did I let that creepy thing come inside in the first place?  Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called John at work, freaked out a little bit, and eventually carried on with the day--watching my step VERY carefully!  As I was changing Jonas's diaper I prayed, "Lord, I don't know what's better, dead or alive.  But PLEASE, I have to find that frog!"  As I turned to leave the room, there was froggy sitting on the floor right by the door!  Bless the Lord!  He is sovereign, even over our little froggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future I will not allow critters into the house.  But I'm so thankful for this little froggy.  What a completely thrilling and unexpected way for God to reveal himself to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for my future posts... &lt;br /&gt;Gotcha Stickers&lt;br /&gt;Static at the Pump&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-7096869363241898963?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7096869363241898963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=7096869363241898963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/7096869363241898963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/7096869363241898963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/froggy-friend-of-week.html' title='Froggy Friend of the Week'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-7277675195759392173</id><published>2008-06-24T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:58:16.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's John?</title><content type='html'>I know it looks funny to post a family photo without John here.  Maybe it's payback for not putting Jonas on the blog for such a long time?  Not really...We gave the photo to John for Father's Day.  Cute office decor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really enjoying summer so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter is busy with baseball and swimming lessons.  He recently lost his two bottom teeth, and is convinced that every other tooth in his mouth is loose now too.  He has also mastered Mario Brothers on his Nintendo DS, and is branching out to new games now.  If only he had unlimited resources to buy all those expensive games.  For now, Blockbuster has a good rental plan.  Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara enjoys her gymnastics class, and discovered the Olympic trials on TV.  She likes to copy the routines as the gymnasts perform.  Cute!  This week she was diagnosed with asthma, so we're learning all about proper treatment and potential triggers.  I'm so glad to have a diagnosis so we can carry forward with a plan of action.  Hopefully we'll have a good handle on it by the time preschool starts this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both big kids are in VBS this week, and like to swim, go to the library, play outside, and eat popsicles constantly!  They are much happier when friends are here to play with, and would plan a party every day if they could.  It's so fun to have such social and active kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Jonas is four months old today!  He is growing and changing so much.  He HATES tummy time, LOVES to be up in the exersaucer, and is trying to grow up way too fast.  He has HUGE blue eyes that melt your heart, and likes to coo, giggle, and smile a lot.  Fortunately, he also has a very high tolerance for noise and activity.  (Does he really have a choice with two older siblings)?  He is such a precious and happy boy...a great addition to the family!  We are so thankful for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John will start a new position at UP next week (Controller of Streamline, a division of the UP finance department).  We are very excited for the opportunity, though he is admittedly a little bit nervous about the transition.  I know he will do a great job, and make a super addition to the Streamline company.  Go John!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a blessed woman!  I stay plenty busy as CEO of the family; keeping track of activites, sports, classes, Bible study, playdates, doctor's visits, library books, uniforms, sun lotion, meals, laundry, diapers, and all manner of other tasks.  Hopefully I can add Blog updates to my list as well, if any of you readers are still out there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-7277675195759392173?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7277675195759392173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=7277675195759392173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/7277675195759392173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/7277675195759392173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/wheres-john.html' title='Where&apos;s John?'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-1763676060043662300</id><published>2008-05-07T13:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:26:04.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>I guess once you get out of this blogging routine it is hard to get back in.  Not that we were really on top of it to begin with.  Things are going well for the Caruso Clan.  Jonas is sleeping in about 4 hour chunks when we are lucky.  This past weekend we went to North Platte to visit my brother and his family.  Things went great and it was a good trip.  Not much else has been going on except for child rearing.  Oh one big thing is we might get Clara p-trained before summer...she is a tough nut to crack, very stubborn.  That will make things much easier, I think.  Anyway, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-1763676060043662300?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1763676060043662300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=1763676060043662300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1763676060043662300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1763676060043662300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-8871338089507053429</id><published>2008-03-31T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:41:03.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it’s been how long since our last post…over a month.  Well if anyone is still checking, here is an update.  This last month has kind of flown bye in one way, and has been about the longest month of my life in another way.  It has been very nice showing off our newest addition, visiting with family and friends, and celebrating Easter.  It hasn’t been very nice, not getting sleep, dealing with sickness and other medical issues, and playing the “why is Jonas upset now” game (most know this one or some variation of:  is he tired, is he wet, is he poopie, is it the bottle that gives him gas, too hot, too cold, processing the day, not enough sleep, too much sleep, etc….).  So here are some updates by person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John – I was sick, but am now better.  Nothing else to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah – Her medicated BP is fine and goes into the doctor soon for an update.  She was sick and is now better.  Her sister came into town and that has been a big deal.  She isn’t sleeping much, but who is.  Her Bells Palsy appears to be better.  She went to the Quilt Building opening in Lincoln where her grandma has a reading room named after her (she’s a big deal in the quilting world and has donated a lot of time and resources to the project).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter – The only one not sick.  He started baseball practice this week and is very excited.  He is the superstar of the week for his class (which is a big deal for him).  He went to about 8 birthday parties this month which provided a lot of good times (I don’t remember so many parties when I was a kid).  It is getting warmer and he loves being outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara – Has been sick twice, and is now better, but just give it another week and she will be sick again.  This one seems to have an issue every two weeks or so.  She has had a lot of Grandma time, which has been priceless for Sarah’s rest.  She also is looking forward to the warmer weather and being outside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas – He is still sick, but getting better.  His jaundice has cleared up.  Other than that it has been:  sleeping, pooping, peeing, crying, and being held.  A pretty good life I’d say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s a quick update for the month.  More to come soon….this Friday will be Sarah and my 10th wedding anniversary, maybe that will be a good topic to blog on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-8871338089507053429?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8871338089507053429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=8871338089507053429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/8871338089507053429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/8871338089507053429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-3797264711981130153</id><published>2008-02-25T12:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:08:12.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas is Here!</title><content type='html'>Well after the disappointment of not having Jonas on Friday, the Lord once again proved that it will all be done on His timetable.  Sarah went into labor at church this Sunday, so we went into the hospital thinking it was nothing.  Well about five hours later we had our boy delivered via c-section.  Jonas Ethan Caruso was 6lbs 13oz and was 20 in long.  He started out with some labored breathing, but has come along nicely, praise God!  Sarah is doing wonderful as well, and has already taken quite a few steps walking around her room.  Thank you all who have kept us in your prayers, we are confident that made a difference!  Well this post won't be long.  We are spending time at Methodist resting and getting to know baby Jonas.  We would love for you all to meet him when we get home (probably Thursday).  We have posted some pictures on Picasa, and I think you can get to them by clicking on the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/JonasBirthday/photo#5170978753461020690"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/mycarclan/R8MBx30i6BI/AAAAAAAAAqE/6KLuMXdXKbU/s288/IMG_1726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-3797264711981130153?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3797264711981130153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=3797264711981130153' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/3797264711981130153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/3797264711981130153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/jonas-is-here.html' title='Jonas is Here!'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-1737027777538025754</id><published>2008-02-22T18:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:55:41.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Van!</title><content type='html'>Well, I know you were all looking for some good news today, so here it is: It's a van!  Instead of meeting our new baby boy this week, we purchased a new mini van.  Cool!  It took us a while to get used to the idea, but it seems like the wisest investment for our growing family at this stage of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a thrill to think about our need for a van.  The last time we went car shopping we had only one child.  We wondered if Peter would be our one and only?  We only needed 3 seats--why in the world would we need a huge 7-seater van?  But now, as God has poured out his blessing on our family, we will actually use most of the seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, John thinks we're really (not) hip now.   Were we ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's great!  I love the power doors that the kids can do safely and independently.  I love the power lift-gate in the back so I don't have to get my hands all dirty.  I love the way the seats fold into the floor if we need to make more room for cargo.  I love the DVD player (still on order, to be installed soon) for entertainment on long road trips.  Is this luxury or what?  And it's pretty too.  I'm sold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's our newest addition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/Feb2008/photo?authkey=nejDJg3XAII#5169958960721225378"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/mycarclan/R79iSH0i5qI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Rw9gcCqlIcs/s288/IMG_1682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's me now...&lt;br /&gt;Jonas and I are still sharing a seat for a little bit longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/Feb2008/photo?authkey=nejDJg3XAII#5169958930656454290"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/mycarclan/R79iQX0i5pI/AAAAAAAAAl8/6I8EnePsNtk/s288/IMG_1680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-1737027777538025754?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1737027777538025754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=1737027777538025754' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1737027777538025754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1737027777538025754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-van.html' title='It&apos;s a Van!'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-1796894164789693302</id><published>2008-02-21T15:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:56:54.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post to let all of you know that we will not have our baby tomorrow.  Sarah had the amnio this morning and the results showed that the lungs weren't quite developed enough (a score of 45 out of 55 although I am not sure what that means).  Anyway, our doctor is on vacation next week, so the due date will now be on March third.  That is unless the Lord has something else in mind.  I think all of us are pretty bummed about the delay.  It is funny when we think we have control.  Would we be upset at this point if we were doing a natural vaginal birth?  Another eleven days of worry, anxiousness and prayer.  Throughout this process we have continually been reminded of Gods grace toward our family, and we have put our trust in Him that His will be done.  We ask for continued prayer that this will be the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-1796894164789693302?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1796894164789693302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=1796894164789693302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1796894164789693302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1796894164789693302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-8645198954958564663</id><published>2008-02-15T19:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:44:26.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara Turns Three!</title><content type='html'>Clara is having a great month!  She's been wearing princess costumes daily, hanging around the house with Mommy, and hosting parties galore!  To celebrate her birthday she had two little friends over for a princess party.  They had tons of fun dressing up, making crowns, dancing with ribbon wands, hearing a Ballerina story from Grandma Marilyn, and playing party games.  It was really girly!  We wrapped up the party with lunch (menu chosen by Clara)--pizza, mandarin oranges, and chips.  Then came chocolate cupcakes decorated with sprinkles and "Little Mermaid" toppers.  So pretty!  And finally, the presents.  We have such generous friends! Clara has so many fun new things to play with.  It was a great celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/Feb2008/photo?authkey=nejDJg3XAII#5167377943074366962"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/mycarclan/R7Y23H0i5fI/AAAAAAAAAj4/cNg4EdYiFI8/s400/IMG_1548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/Feb2008/photo?authkey=nejDJg3XAII#5167378033268680226"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/mycarclan/R7Y28X0i5iI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/_b3IrvMg4iQ/s400/IMG_1582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess friends--Clara reads her new princess book to the group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Clara's actual b-day) we visited Peter at school for lunch.  He proudly hosted us in the cafeteria, and Clara got to have a lunch tray just like the big kids.  She even chose pink milk for her drink.  It was really cool!  We brought a special cupcake for Peter so he could celebrate with us.  He was really sweet, several times mentioning to others, "It's my sister's birthday today!"  It's hard to go to school when you know people are at home partying without you!  Lunch was definitely a special time for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we hosted a family party for supper, including Grandpa, Grandma, and Uncle Micah.  We had great fun eating together and spoiling Clara with even more presents.  She was on top of the world!  Every once in a while she would remind everyone that SHE would blow out the candles and SHE would open the presents.  Don't forget who the lady of the hour is!  She delighted in the princess balloons that decorated the table, and the princess plates and napkins she chose from the store.  The simplest pleasures are often most rewarding!  I'll say that three is a great age to be!  Thank you, Lord, for our precious Clara Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/Feb2008/photo?authkey=nejDJg3XAII#5167378149232797282"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/mycarclan/R7Y3DH0i5mI/AAAAAAAAAk0/bYfgrs6flG0/s400/IMG_1633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family party--Auntie, notice her pretty dress!  She calls it her "princess bride."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-8645198954958564663?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8645198954958564663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=8645198954958564663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/8645198954958564663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/8645198954958564663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/clara-turns-three.html' title='Clara Turns Three!'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-2643850407628169048</id><published>2008-01-25T08:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:43:43.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Can't (or can) Wait!</title><content type='html'>Well, the date has been set!  A few days ago the hospital called to confirm that we are on the schedule for a c-section delivery, February 22 at 9:15 am.  It's crazy to think that you can "pencil in" a birth so far in advance!  Of course, the time and date could change if needed, but for now we are looking forward to the 22nd with great anticipation (and a few nerves)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great blessing to have made it this far with no complications.  Truly God's hand is upon us every step of the way.  So, now I realize we have less than ONE MONTH before baby Jonas arrives!  Time to kick into nesting mode and clear out all the extra junk around the house, plan Clara's 3rd birthday party (Feb. 7th), and choose a middle name for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how I can feel such excitement and anticipation about meeting our new son, but at the same time wish for each day to go very slowly--to savor each special moment and not want anything to change just yet.  So each morning I have to decide...what's the flavor of the day?  I think "swirl" is the best choice.  Half excitement, half contentment.  And the countdown continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-2643850407628169048?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2643850407628169048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=2643850407628169048' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/2643850407628169048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/2643850407628169048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-cant-or-can-wait.html' title='We Can&apos;t (or can) Wait!'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-337462084142830416</id><published>2008-01-13T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:25:43.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Maddie</title><content type='html'>This one goes out to Maddie, Peter's special birthday buddy.  First of all, congratulations on losing a tooth!  That's a really cool thing!  Does the tooth fairy come to your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were wondering how Peter got that owie on his foot.  On Christmas night he was sliding on a wood floor in his socks.  A big splinter from the floor got stuck in his foot!  So John tried to get it all out with a needle, but as it turns out, he only got half of it.  Then last Sunday John noticed that there was still an owie there, and found more of that splinter in Peter's foot!  So they got it out with another needle.  Ouch!  The next day the place where the splinter used to be started to get really sore and swollen, and it continued to get bigger and bigger.  He had to go to the doctor to take the old skin off--he used a scalpel and scissors to cut it very carefully.  Peter said it didn't hurt at all when the doctor did the surgery.  It just felt a little funny.   Now he has to take some medicine for 10 days to fight all the germs.  He also has to wash it with special soap twice each day, and keep it covered with special bandages.  What a crazy thing to happen from a simple splinter!  We're so glad for a good doctor and good medicine.  He is healing very well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you are having a great week in sunny California, and that you're enjoying your new baby brother, Hayden.  I bet you are a really good helper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-337462084142830416?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/337462084142830416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=337462084142830416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/337462084142830416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/337462084142830416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-maddie.html' title='For Maddie'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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-9063348793647752803.post-5301659051775399989</id><published>2008-01-11T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:42:25.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's time to emerge from the dark and actually update our blog!  I was holding out for John to write the next entry, but the silent stand-off has to come to an end at some point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the latest in the Caruso house:&lt;br /&gt;Baby's doing great!  At last check he weighed in at 4 pounds, and my health continues to be very good.  Thank you, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter's been fighting a crazy infection that originated from a splinter.  We lovingly call it his "puss pocket."  He missed school for three days, and is now on medicine to fight the infection.  On Wednesday he went to the doctor and had minor surgery to remove the dead skin and drain the puss.  (Sorry about the graphic description!)  He thought it was really cool that the doctor used a genuine scalpel for the procedure.  What a boy!  Today he returned to school, and the nurse wondered if he needed to use a wheelchair?  "NO WAY!"  He doesn't want any extra attention at all.  He's so brave (and socially aware).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/Jan2008/photo?authkey=IwdMlTVpPo4#5154232971572974738"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/mycarclan/R4eDlFA2lJI/AAAAAAAAAek/a1Y3PU7Tvs4/s400/IMG_1530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infection was nearly the size of a dime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara started a new stage: "I want my Mommy!  My Mommy do it!"  Even at bedtime she throws an absolute fuss if John helps  to brush her teeth, etc.  It seems crazy, but I think she realizes that something's going to change...a baby's coming...so suddenly she's very clingy and extra-protective of her mommy.  We'll see how she transitions when the baby's actually born.  I'll be sure to give her lots of extra TLC.  It feels so good to be loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/Jan2008/photo?authkey=IwdMlTVpPo4#5154232945803170946"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/mycarclan/R4eDjlA2lII/AAAAAAAAAec/3fO2IvrTSAw/s400/IMG_1443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara, the cookie decorator.  Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I enjoyed a nice dinner with my grandparents in Lincoln last night--just the four of us.  It was so fun to spend time together in conversation with no distraction, no agenda.  What a treasure family is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-5301659051775399989?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5301659051775399989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=5301659051775399989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/5301659051775399989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/5301659051775399989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2008/01/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-7672402871842062390</id><published>2007-12-13T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:13:28.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping or Walking?</title><content type='html'>Peter has always been our heavy sleeper, which is one reason we plan to have the baby share a room with him.  We know that middle-of-the-night crying won't phase him much.  One time last year he slept right through a battery change in the smoke alarm in his bedroom.  We had the light on, alarm beeping, furniture moving around... and he didn't move a muscle.  Funny boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine our surprise last night when we found his door open and bed vacant.  Then we noticed Clara's door was wide open and her light was on.  Okay, what's with the p.m. party?  You guys know it's bedtime.  We thought the kids must have been having a late night pow-wow without permission, and now Peter must be hiding somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon further investigation we found Clara half-way sleeping in her bed and Peter was nowhere in sight.  We checked all the usual hiding places...still no Peter.  We asked Clara, "Why is your light on?  Where's Peter?"  She told us that he came in her room to get a diaper and now he's gone.  What in the world?  He hasn't worn diapers for years!  John immediately searched the entire house, including all doors and windows, and discovered Peter fast asleep in the basement.  He was sitting straight up on the couch in his favorite spot.  The remote was sitting right next to him on the cushion.  If you didn't notice his closed eyes, you would have thought he was watching TV.  Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creepy thing to me is how elaborate his movements were.  He left his room, went into Clara's in search of something, talked to her, walked through the main floor, down the stairs, and into his final position.  All without any sense of awareness!  This morning I asked him if he remembered anything and he had no clue!  I realize that sleepwalking is a common occurrence among young children (especially heavy sleepers), and I'm thankful for his safety in this instance.  But from now on I think we'll keep a closer eye out for midnight shenanigans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-7672402871842062390?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7672402871842062390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=7672402871842062390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/7672402871842062390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/7672402871842062390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleeping-or-walking.html' title='Sleeping or Walking?'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-4750185085910779253</id><published>2007-12-03T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:17:58.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>Peter had a great birthday celebration this year!  We started the party on Saturday with a gym &amp; swim birthday at the Kids Body Shop.  Peter and 11 of his buddies (boys only, even though he wanted to invite Alexa really bad) enjoyed pirate cake, presents, swimming, and free play in the gym.  What a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/PeterSBDay/photo?authkey=l4-DL_7BchM#5139834082974153170"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/mycarclan/R1Rb3dAeudI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Dzikc5c7NWo/s400/IMG_1205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pirate cake.  Aaaarg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/PeterSBDay/photo?authkey=l4-DL_7BchM#5139834108743956962"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/mycarclan/R1Rb49AeueI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Frzog3I8JRw/s400/IMG_1219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fantastic 12.  What an operation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/PeterSBDay/photo?authkey=l4-DL_7BchM#5139834143103695346"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/mycarclan/R1Rb69AeufI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/XK0XrKPics0/s400/IMG_1244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/PeterSBDay/photo?authkey=l4-DL_7BchM#5139834173168466434"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/mycarclan/R1Rb8tAeugI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LPJB-TfHBDo/s400/IMG_1258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first everyone in the pool grabbed a bucket or container.  It was the hugest water fight ever!  They did start to slow down after a while, so the pirate jumped in and took a turn at the fun.  It was hilarious to see all those boys trying to sink the pirate.  They were certainly persistent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/PeterSBDay/photo?authkey=l4-DL_7BchM#5139834203233237522"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/mycarclan/R1Rb-dAeuhI/AAAAAAAAAag/7gAuIzXnviA/s400/IMG_1283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming we moved into the gym.  They went wild playing on the rings, trampoline, foam pit, bars, beams, etc.  What a great party with great friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/PeterSBDay/photo?authkey=l4-DL_7BchM#5139834241887943202"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/mycarclan/R1RcAtAeuiI/AAAAAAAAAao/ievQKC9fY1I/s400/IMG_1319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday night we had a family party at home.  Peter planned the menu: Valentino's pizza, Pringles, pop, cupcakes, and Edy's Dibs.  Yummy!  (By the way, you should really try Dibs.  They're a great treat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/PeterSBDay/photo?authkey=l4-DL_7BchM#5139834271952714290"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/mycarclan/R1RcCdAeujI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DvzlHyBEF9E/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, Grandpa, Daniel, Molly, and Micah joined us for fun and presents.  At the end of the day Peter said, "I like my birthday WAY better than Christmas because I get to have all the presents!"  I love the honesty of a child!  He is so uninhibited and expressive at this age.  What a treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/PeterSBDay/photo?authkey=l4-DL_7BchM#5139834302017485378"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/mycarclan/R1RcENAeukI/AAAAAAAAAa4/WZx-tYlu6hw/s400/IMG_1327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful for these memories made, and especially for our precious Peter boy--6 years old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-4750185085910779253?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4750185085910779253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=4750185085910779253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/4750185085910779253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/4750185085910779253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/12/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-8416355299987538194</id><published>2007-11-14T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T10:42:06.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon-Voyage Friends...</title><content type='html'>What happens to your imaginary friends when you outgrow them?  According to Peter, they go on a 1000-year vacation on the other side of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we asked Peter about his beloved friends, Jogger (the 100-year old man who likes to run a lot), Kanada (specifically a girl, spelled with a “K”), Diver, and Baseball.  We hadn’t heard from them in quite some time.  These friends have been through thick and thin with us over the years.  They had birthdays on our family calendar--we even had a birthday party for Jogger a few years ago, complete with a personalized cake and family members in attendance!  (Peter realized that no one in the family had a June birthday, so why not Jogger?)  In a way I really miss them.  But it’s also fun to move on to new adventures now.  And who knows?  Maybe Clara will have a new friend soon…time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I hope Jogger, Kanada, Diver, and Baseball don't get captured on the high seas by Peter's latest birthday buddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/November07/photo?authkey=uOy6WeU44g4#5132723486595959730"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/mycarclan/RzsY0RTbS7I/AAAAAAAAAZA/8bKWNNo7_yg/s400/IMG_1197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter's birthday pirate...aarrrrg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-8416355299987538194?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8416355299987538194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=8416355299987538194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/8416355299987538194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/8416355299987538194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/11/bon-voyage-friends.html' title='Bon-Voyage Friends...'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-5708509140689895044</id><published>2007-11-08T17:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:28:20.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day!</title><content type='html'>I (Sarah) have recently been visiting the doctor every 2 weeks to check the progress of my pregnancy.  Here's a brief overview of my visit today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood pressure holding steady? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Protein spilling/Kidneys failing? No&lt;br /&gt;Any swelling/dizziness/blurred vision? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ultrasound:&lt;br /&gt;Is the baby growing? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Is his heartbeat strong? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Is the fluid level optimal? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Is the placenta working? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything at all wrong or worthy of concern?  NO!!!!  Every time I go to a check-up I can't stop praising God for health and wellness and vitality--and a precious new son (AKA "Baby Ratatouille" according to our kids).  We are so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to the sweetness of the day, my sister surprised me with a great phone call--I love you Jessica! (Sorry, again, for thinking that you were the Romanians at first...Wrong Number)! And then when I came home there was a package on the porch.  It's the new crib sheets for the baby's bed!  What a perfect way to celebrate this great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-5708509140689895044?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5708509140689895044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=5708509140689895044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/5708509140689895044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/5708509140689895044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-day.html' title='A Great Day!'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-1839618813487570577</id><published>2007-11-05T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:07:06.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Crazy Romanians</title><content type='html'>An odd thing happened at our house last Tuesday.  It started for me around two in the afternoon.  I was working (kind of) when I received a call from Sarah.  She was kind of freaked out and was telling me about some calls that she was getting.  She told me that twice already that day, starting around noon and again at two, she received about four or five back to back calls from some man on the phone.  Each call would show up differently on our caller ID, but mostly as Unknown Name and Number.  She couldn’t understand what this man was saying and she said she heard another woman’s voice in the background.  It seemed to her like a telemarketing office, but she wasn’t sure.  She asked me what she should do.  Being the good husband I am I told her she was overreacting and that if she was worried she should call the telephone company.  Being the good wife she listened to what I said and called the phone company.  A little while later I received another call from Sarah, saying she received more calls.  She also said she contacted the phone company.  They were of course extremely helpful and told her to fill out the do not call registry again, and said for $4.50 a call they could trace the calls and build a file for prosecution.  I sure am glad this company boasts about their excellent customer service (off topic).  We decided to wait it out and see if it continued….it did.  I got home around 6 that night and just before dinner we started to get the calls again.  This time I answered the phone.  “Hello….Hello” no answer “Who is this?”  then a reply in terrible English “Hello”.  This game was repeated for a little while, and then the caller hung up.  This continued for the next two of the five total calls.  On the fourth and fifth call I broke out my linguistic skill on the caller.  “No solicito”  “Wrongo Numero”.  The calls then stopped for about an hour and started up again.  After the first call, I went right to Bablefish and got a few translations to try out on them.  I got “Wrong Number do not call” translated in Spanish, French, German and Italian.  The next four calls I busted out the Babletalk on them, and hoped they would understand.  This didn’t stop it, so I used Bablefish again to threaten the caller.  Did you know that Police has the same base in about every language…..call police, policia, etc…  At this point I was pretty annoyed and called the phone company myself.  I actually did get someone who was helpful and he took a couple of numbers I did have on caller ID and traced to country code to....Romania.  Unfortunately I didn’t get the Romanian translation on the web.  Later that evening, the calls came again, but this time a woman responded.  Had better English than the male, but not enough to have a conversation with.  Through our “conversing” she asked for her brother, or called me her brother, I’m still unsure.  I told her that I am not her brother, that I don’t have a brother (kind of a lie, sorry Wes, Josh, Dan, Micah and Nate), and to stop calling or I will call policia.  This was around 9 that night.  I am happy to report that the Romanians are leaving us alone for now and we haven’t had any other incidents.  I didn’t realize I would be so offended, or that I could be so harassed by a stalker.  Not that it was ever real high on my list, but I don’t ever want to visit Romania.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-1839618813487570577?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1839618813487570577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=1839618813487570577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1839618813487570577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1839618813487570577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/11/those-crazy-romanians.html' title='Those Crazy Romanians'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-7503480259562205750</id><published>2007-10-28T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:41:26.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>Lots has been happening this week in our family.  We have so much to be thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter…&lt;br /&gt;-Read his first full-length book, “Go, Dogs, Go!”&lt;br /&gt;-Took his first excursion train ride.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to his first Halloween party without Mom &amp; Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/October07/photo?authkey=qtm1P1PV-Dk#5126586916759950130"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/mycarclan/RyVLo5OkUzI/AAAAAAAAAV8/BuFeu6ibM60/s288/IMG_1105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara…&lt;br /&gt;-Danced to the Nutcracker for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;-Took her first excursion train ride.&lt;br /&gt;-Got her first layered haircut—very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/October07/photo?authkey=qtm1P1PV-Dk#5126586624702173938"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/mycarclan/RyVLX5OkUvI/AAAAAAAAAVY/WiUt4MCjSaI/s288/IMG_1113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Brother (Little Whoever)…&lt;br /&gt;-Weighs 12 ounces, and is 20 weeks old.  We’re halfway there!&lt;br /&gt;-Got a GREAT report at his check-up this week.  We can’t stop praising God for His goodness and protection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/October07/photo?authkey=qtm1P1PV-Dk#5126596786594796418"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/mycarclan/RyVUnZOkU4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ur2754eNru0/s288/Caruso_Sarah_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my (Sarah’s) overwhelming happiness flow a few tears…how quickly they are growing and changing!  How much longer will Peter delight in the simple pleasures of childhood, like the music box Grandma gave him that plays when you turn the crank?  And how sweet it is to hear Clara speak her emerging language, “Look at we pumpkins!”  How blessed we are to be expecting a baby boy, and how precious when Peter and Clara talk about their new brother!  I am overwhelmed with gratitude and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-7503480259562205750?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7503480259562205750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=7503480259562205750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/7503480259562205750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/7503480259562205750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/10/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-1988830843095364826</id><published>2007-10-17T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T12:10:12.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky October</title><content type='html'>Beware the month of October when your name is Sarah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My credit card info was stolen.  Some nasty thugs in Canada are walking around trying to spend my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was rear-ended in the parking lot at Peter's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Kindergarten Halloween party will be over, relieving me of my party-planning duties.  Wouldn't you know every other class had a long list of willing volunteers--mine had none?  Isn't it fun to solicit help from busy (or uninterested) parents?  One happens to be the mom who rear-ended me.  Awkward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for good days ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-1988830843095364826?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1988830843095364826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=1988830843095364826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1988830843095364826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/1988830843095364826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/10/wacky-october.html' title='Wacky October'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-892382835471991529</id><published>2007-10-11T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:03:08.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!</title><content type='html'>Well, the word is out.  We're having a baby BOY!  We are all really thrilled!  Peter is so excited about having a brother, and Clara doesn't quite get it yet.  I told her she's having a brother and she looked at me like, "Peter's my brother, crazy!"  As long as she can give the baby a pacifier I think she'll be fine.  She already repeatedly gives my belly a pacifier each day.  Good practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else looks very good so far.  We're still watching my blood pressure, but the baby is growing and thriving and I am having no symptoms of complications at this time.  I'll start going for check-ups every 2 weeks now, just to keep a close eye on our progress.  I am so thankful for a good doctor and a great report!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have doctor's orders to rest as much as possible and eat a very low sodium diet.  We'll see if I can rise to the challenge!  I urge you to read your food labels this week and see if you are eating less than 1500mg of sodium each day.  Did you know that even milk has sodium?  It's a near impossibility to eat anything out of a box and stay under the daily limit.  Looks like I'll be eating lots of produce for a while.  I'm glad to take the challenge--it's for a very worthy cause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the name debate...we have 4 1/2 months to agree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-892382835471991529?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/892382835471991529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=892382835471991529' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/892382835471991529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/892382835471991529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-boy-more-to-come.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-2316663894080635176</id><published>2007-10-10T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:46:25.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy! Or Girl?</title><content type='html'>It's official.  We're having a baby!  (I know, you are aware of that already, but it's been hard for me to admit it in writing until now).  Stay tuned tomorrow for the NEWS!  We will go for an ultrasound in the morning to check the health of the baby, and to (hopefully) see who it is!  Peter votes for a boy and Clara wants a girl.  John and I are convinced that it's a boy--no concrete reason, just a sense.  We'll see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-2316663894080635176?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2316663894080635176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=2316663894080635176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/2316663894080635176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/2316663894080635176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-boy-or-girl.html' title='Oh Boy! Or Girl?'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-4299729059315546592</id><published>2007-10-08T23:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:25:37.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Sports Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a tale of two sports Baseball=Good and Football=Bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football - Sat night was terrible, and I am sure you know why.  Is it too much to ask our 6'2" and 6'0' corners to cover two 6'6" tight ends who run like the wind, have soft hands, and a quarterback on fire?  Surely it is Cosgrove's fault (this comment is only a little tounge in cheek).  But really something does have to be done.  Sunday wasn't any better as both the Saints and Seahawks lost.  Hopefully the tide is turning for these teams.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball - What a great weekend.  The Red Sox swept their series with the Angels and are going to the ALCS.  And there is only one thing that approaches a Red Sox win, and that is a Yankees lost.  It was a beautiful thing tonight to watch them lose and get knocked out of the post-season.  I also feel a great off season coming with Steinbrener already making threats.  I would love to see them losing Torre, Posada, A-Rod, Rivera and Clemens.  The primary reason a boy from Grand Island became a Red Sox fan was because of the Rocket and it pains me to see him in pinstripes.  Some might say that they have a lot of young talent, and that is true, but so did some of those teams that Mattingly was a part of in the Eighties.  Lets hope he brings that same attitiude with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Sox!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-4299729059315546592?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4299729059315546592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=4299729059315546592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/4299729059315546592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/4299729059315546592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/10/bittersweet-sports-weekend.html' title='Bittersweet Sports Weekend'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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-9063348793647752803.post-3746719000034501586</id><published>2007-10-05T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:56:00.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many?</title><content type='html'>For my paternal grandparents it was 4, maternal grandparents 5.  For Sarah’s maternal grandparents it was 5.  My family was 3 and Sarah’s was 4.  So how many children should a family have?  I don’t know, but since our news, I have been thinking about this topic off an on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that comes up when I think of this is Psalm 127: 3-5: “Children are a heritage of the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.  As arrows in a soldier's hand, so are the sons of the young.  Blessed is the man who has filled his quiver with them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making this a tougher question than it really is?  Here are some of the things I think about with respect to this verse.  Today we are not trying to:  populate a nation, create an army, or build a labor force.  Generally, your wife isn’t dying at a young age due to pregnancy complications and the mortality rate of children is thankfully very low (at least in the US).  What I guess I am trying to say is that there used to be a need to have many children, but is that need still there?  Where do you draw the line?  Sarah and I are really blessed.  We are so thankful that she has a choice to stay home with our kids, we have food on our table and a roof over our heads.  But if we had many more, would I still be able to provide for my family?   Is that what it is all about, dependent on affluence?  I don’t have the answers, some say that you will know when enough is enough.  I thought enough might be at two, but was open to the calling of the Lord.  The Lord called, and I will answer.  Will He call again????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-3746719000034501586?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3746719000034501586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=3746719000034501586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/3746719000034501586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/3746719000034501586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-many.html' title='How Many?'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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-9063348793647752803.post-6493495801575061274</id><published>2007-09-28T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:11:03.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sheriff Pete"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/SherriffPete/photo?authkey=NlE68bSHQf4#5115381331315462882"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://lh6.google.com/mycarclan/Rv18N-e5EuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DrNbUBmmdYQ/s288/IMG_1030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's Lament...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it feel like to send my child out into the world?  It's like having my own heart walking around outside of my body, outside of my protection, exposed to the elements...whatever may come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindergarten has been a learning curve for all of us.  So far I have proven myself to be a little slow at this whole deal.  For example, the Friday before the first Husker game every single soul in the school was wearing red...except Peter!  How in the world am I supposed to know about the Friday spirit-day tradition?  I faithfully read every word in the weekly newsletter so we don't miss a thing.  Peter came home that day and said, "There sure were a lot of people wearing Huskers today.  Even Mrs. Jaworski [his teacher] was wearing red."  He notices, and he cares about fitting in.  I spent the next week shopping for Huskers shirts in every variety--short-sleeved in "Blackshirts" black and classic red, and a long-sleeved red one for cooler weather.  I'll admit I went a little overboard, but my son will not go without Friday spirit again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind several weeks to our back-to-school shopping adventure.  Here's the dilemma: Do we buy a character backpack (like Spiderman or Batman) or a more subdued, big-kid one?  Surely these kindergartners are way too cool for "babyish" character gear now.  We'll go with the safe, army-green camo number with cool reflector strips across the back pocket.  Peter came shopping with me and chose it himself.  He donned it with pride and looked like a big kid!  And what did we find when we arrived the first day of school?  We were surrounded by every character known to man: Spiderman, Batman, SpongeBob, Princesses, Dora, High School Musical...You name it, they're wearing it!  Peter was one of the few with a "regular" backpack.  He eventually took notice, but didn't seem to mind.  The consolation?  He really does like his backpack.  And he told me he has the coolest lunchbox in his class--a Hot Wheels blue one.  Whew!  I guess it's all about mixing and matching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are learning.  Read every newsletter, network with others to figure out the system, and watch out for Fridays.  I think I can do this!  Until this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another Friday.  Watch out for spirit day!  The Millard newsletter declared today as "Dress Western Day" in celebration of River City Round-Up.  All the kids and staff will dress up, and the cafeteria will serve a special BBQ meal for lunch.  I was on top of this one!  Peter definitely needed a good cowboy hat.  I asked him earlier this week what kind he wanted, and he said, "I want one that's a 'real' one."  I didn't know exactly what that means to him, but I thought I could take my best guess at the store.  So I chose an authentic-looking black one with a leather strap on it.  Then I saw the cheap-o straw one with a Sheriff star on it, and decided to buy that one too.  Might as well have a choice, and then Clara can use the one he doesn't want.  I also found this great Sheriff's badge--a gold star--that says, "Sheriff Pete" on it.  Top it all off with a red bandanna and he looks like a classic!  (Okay, so I'm getting a little crazy about this assignment too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning he got all dressed up (adorable!) and checked himself out in the mirror.  He was excited to show his ensemble to his friends at school.  John had the day off, so he walked Sheriff Pete to school (a rare occasion), and as they walked down the sidewalk together, Peter held his Dad's hand.  What a precious sight!  On their route to school they started noticing the other kids were not wearing cowboy hats.  Maybe they just forgot or will put theirs on later?  Peter still wanted to wear his.  "It's cool," he said.  When they got to the crosswalk near the school there were more kids without hats.  This was looking more and more suspicious!  John asked the crossing guard teacher if this was indeed Western Day, and she said, "We usually dress up, but they didn't announce it yesterday."  Great!  Peter still wanted to keep his outfit on, so he continued toward the school.  As he began walking down the final hill, he turned around and looked back at his dad.  John went down the hill to meet him and when he got there Peter sheepishly said, "Dad, I want to take it all off!"  No one else was dressed up at all, and he wasn't going to be the rodeo clown today.  Poor boy!  John lovingly helped Peter tuck away his prized cowboy gear in his backpack, and sent him on his way.  In one crushing scene our precious Sheriff Pete went from enthusiasm to embarrassment.  Peter, please forgive me for imposing this embarrassment on you.  I would never have intended for this to happen!  I guess we all have a bit more of life to learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, my heart aches just a little each day as I send and re-send Peter out into the world.  And really, if this is the worst of the world through his eyes, then his life is pretty sweet after all.  I'm learning a lot about my own insecurities as I strive to get kindergarten right.  I'll count this as one more lesson learned--about myself as a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the way, we may or may not participate in the next Spirit Day.  I guess it's not the most important thing after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-6493495801575061274?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6493495801575061274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=6493495801575061274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/6493495801575061274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/6493495801575061274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/09/sheriff-pete.html' title='&quot;Sheriff Pete&quot;'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-8725262967448535306</id><published>2007-09-20T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:40:23.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara, A Woman of Character</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone...This is Sarah, finally trying my hand at this new-fangled blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently caught the end of a TV show featuring the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders.  Clara was with me and sat beside me to watch the pretty girls dance.  As they were getting ready to take the field for their preformance Clara said, "Ha, ha!  Their underwears!"  She had noticed those classic teensy-weensy white shorts and thought they looked like underwear.  I immediately laughed and affirmed her observation....They are completely like undies (minus the chunky belt, of course)!  She didn't miss a beat a few minutes later when they started to dance, "I see those bottom.  They funny!"  Again she noticed the immodest uniforms in action.  I couldn't stop laughing!  And then I thought about the lesson learned.   I was thinking she would enjoy the pretty girls dancing, while all the while she was distracted by the girls dancing in their underwear with their bottoms showing!  I can only imagine the vast affect these women have had on our culture and the "modesty" gague in so many families.  I'm so sorry I even let her see it!  I hope and pray that her fresh eyes of discernment will not become clouded over time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #1  Do not watch the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #2  Consult Clara, a 2-year-old woman of character, when grappling with questions of modesty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-8725262967448535306?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8725262967448535306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=8725262967448535306' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/8725262967448535306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/8725262967448535306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/09/clara-woman-of-character.html' title='Clara, A Woman of Character'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-2655697844693807438</id><published>2007-09-07T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:30:43.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Solicitation</title><content type='html'>Warning:  The views expressed in this blog may be considered inflammatory toward certain people groups.  Reader discretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from &lt;a href="http://www.alegent.com/body.cfm?id=3726"&gt;Lakeside Hospital&lt;/a&gt; yesterday evening.  For those of you who do not know, Lakeside is the newest hospital in the Alegent health system and opened a couple of years ago.  They pride themselves on being state of the art, and providing a “entirely new approach to health care”.  The very nice woman on the other line started out by saying that this was not a billing call, or for any other emergency (thank the Lord), but wanted to talk about a campaign they were having.  This in and of itself is not surprising, and I figured it was a wellness campaign of some sort.  Well I was wrong.  The very nice women proceeded to explain that the new hospital was going through some renovations to expand the rooms in its cardiac care unit, blah, blah, blah.  She then asked me if I would be willing to support their cause and donate $50 per quarter for the next 3 years ($600 for those of you who don’t like math).  This took me a little off guard, but I replied no.  The very nice woman then asked for $25 per quarter, with the same answer.  Finally the very nice woman asked if I would make a one time contribution.  Same answer.  This was about the time where I was getting ready to go off on the very nice lady, but then the very nice lady asked the perfect lead in question…Why?  This was great.  For those of you who don’t know there are three industries that leave a bad taste in my mouth:  Health Care (sorry Katie), Insurance (specifically health, but sorry anyway Dave, Carey and Kate), and Law (sorry Dan).  For those of you thinking Politics that is a close fourth, but hasn’t made my list yet.  This is not to say that everyone involved in these industries are bad, I know that is not the case, but this is my chance as a blogger to write in broad strokes across subjects that I really don’t know all the intimate details.  What I do know is that almost every time I have to deal with someone in these industries, I come away angry….not good.  Back to the story, I proceed to tell the very nice lady that I think it is wrong that they are trying to solicit money from known patients and that the outrageous amounts of money that they charge people for using their facility should be enough to cover all of their expenses including the expansion of their own hospital….in so many words.  Of course I did this all with God’s love in mind….well not really, but I wish I had.  All of you know that I am a pretty calm person so you know that I didn’t go off on the very nice lady too much, but I was direct and the very nice lady understood my position when the conversation ended.  We both wished each other a good night, and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way check out pictures from this labor day weekend &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/LaborDay2007?authkey=TR5SCJyBCbQ"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-2655697844693807438?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2655697844693807438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=2655697844693807438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/2655697844693807438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/2655697844693807438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/09/interesting-solicitation.html' title='An Interesting Solicitation'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-3815636157626591449</id><published>2007-09-04T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:13:11.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day/Family Olympics</title><content type='html'>This Labor Day weekend was a blast.  We headed to North Platte to visit my family and stayed with my brother.  We got a late start on Friday night because I had to attend a retirement party of a co-worker of mine.  I felt bad for Sarah, she sat in a quiet car trying to let the kids sleep, and I was listening to Tony Kornheiser on my Ipod.  Side note....I don't think there is anyone more entertaining to me that Tony.  I could listen to that guy for hours without getting bored (or sleepy).  Maybe I will blog on the T K man from DC town at a later date.  Anyway, we got into town around 12:30 a.m., put the kids to bed and hit the hay ourselves.  The next morning Sarah got a tour of their new home, I mowed the yard (about 3/4-1 acre) did basic party preparations, etc....  Sounds like a lot of fun doesn't it?  Well it was, I like to keep busy, and it was a good time to hang out.  Everyone showed up at about 1:00.  We watched the first half of the Husker game on a fuzzy channel (which was okay, and kind of reminded me of times before we had cable....I am spoiled).  At half time of the game we began the Family Olympics.  There were four teams:  My family, my brothers, my sisters, and my sister in laws parents and grandmother.  There were a number of events and points for win place and show.  Each family member had to sign up for different events up to a maximum of five.  The games were:  Horseshoes, Golf (chipping), Badminton, Bocce, Soccer, Old Maid, UNO, Hi Ho Cherry'O, Let's go Fishing, Scrabble, and team events of a relay and Paper Tower (build a tower as high as you can with 10 sheets of printer paper with no tape).  It should go without saying that my family dominated!  But that wasn't the fun part, and isn't what was important.  You see, although it is fun to win, and fun to tease, it is even more fun to see the reaction of the rest of my family.  I have a very competitive family, and times like these bring us closer together.  We can talk and communicate much better when we are doing something than when we are doing nothing.  I think that is why I get uncomfortable in social settings, because nothing is getting done.  I am a doer and feel better doing.  I suppose some would say that is no way to relate, and that you cannot get to deep issues that way.  That is fine for them, but we can get to plenty of issues this way too.  The MVP of the Olympics was Sarah.  She won 4 of the 5 individual events that she entered.  Peter did great getting a first place, a couple of seconds, and a third.  And I didn't do too bad myself.  We scored points in every event entered and took home the trophy.  Yes there was a trophy and a trophy presentation with acceptance speech.  I wish we could have video tapped it for you all.  It was a great moment for my family and me.  Peter loved the trophy and wanted to hold it.  He almost didn't question that it was for Girls Basketball.  We came home late Sunday night around 12:30 a.m. again.  Monday was a resting day with the whole family taking good long naps.  In all I couldn't have asked for a better long weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-3815636157626591449?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3815636157626591449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=3815636157626591449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/3815636157626591449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/3815636157626591449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/09/labor-dayfamily-olympics.html' title='Labor Day/Family Olympics'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-3923960304316509416</id><published>2007-09-04T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:32:47.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Out and Serve</title><content type='html'>Wow....I guess it has been a while since the last post.  A lot has happened in the last 2 plus weeks.  On August 26th our church participated in an outreach called Step Out and Serve.  This was a really cool event.  About 20 churches in the area participated and did community services for various organizations.  The group I was with did some work on the Turning Point campus.  Turning Point serves as a base for many Christian Organizations in the Omaha area.  Some of these include the Omaha Street School and Release Ministries.  This campus was huge!  It was located on the old Nebraska School for the Deaf and is absolutely gorgeous.  On a side note, I think that North Omaha is a really pretty area.  I love the huge trees and hills.  I have always been drawn toward there....I think it probably has something to do with my Grandparents.  Anyway, the size of the campus also provided a great opportunity to do a wide variety of tasks.  I was lucky enough to get put on gutter duty.  They were replacing the gutters on an older house on the property and the real expert needed some help, and my services were requested.  This was interesting work.  We did seamless gutters, and it was neat to see what goes into that type of project.  I guess I didn't think of it, but there is a lot of little details that need to be observed to make sure the gutter will look good and work properly.  I did okay with the work.  My tin snip skill left a little to be desired, and that tool belt sure does cause you to sway a little more on the extension ladders.  But I managed to hold my own.  I think I will continue to count cars for the railroad though.  Toward the end of the day we also cut down a huge tree on their property that was dying.  I have never seen a clearer example of how many hands make light work as I did on that part of the project.  I think it was because the job was pretty self-explanatory.  Big tree gets cut down.  The men with the chain saws cut big tree into little pieces.  Other workers move little pieces into a pile.  Clean up twigs.  It didn't take a foreman or supervisor to get us whipped into shape and put on the straight and narrow.  We had about ten guys, and from first cut to a stump left took about a half hour to 45 min.  What I took away from the day the most was how God truly put it on the hearts of these people to serve.  There were probably 45-60 people on campus, and maybe it was only the people I was with, but I didn't hear one complaint.  We all served with joy and a greater purpose.  That is much different than my day job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-3923960304316509416?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3923960304316509416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=3923960304316509416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/3923960304316509416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/3923960304316509416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/09/step-out-and-serve.html' title='Step Out and Serve'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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-9063348793647752803.post-7278088963086948720</id><published>2007-08-19T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:40:51.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply (insert task here) to add (insert item here) to your blog</title><content type='html'>I don't profess to be the most technical person.  However I do feel somewhat confident in working with computers, software, and some programming languages.  I can whip out some pretty sweet VB apps.  Write some smokin hot SQL quereys.  Also, unlike a lot of the myths about men, I can even read and follow instructions.  So would you think that using a very user freindly blogging program wouldn't be a problem?  You might think that, but I have had nothing but problems in working with Blogger, especially with our pictures.  Anytime I want to add something I get this annoying saving message at the top of my page element box.  Sometimes it really does save it and sometimes it doesn't.  Call me old fashioned, but if something/someone says its doing one thing and does another I really get annoyed.  But for lack of interest in finding something better, and not being able to beat the price of this program, I think I will stick it out with blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the question of the day.  We are trying to link pictures inside our post.  You can see the success that we have had in one of our previous posts.  We have fixed the head tilt problem, and can post a picture upright....yeah us.  But, how do you experts get your photos inside the text of the post?  We can post our pictures like a 4th grader at the bottom of each post (no offense to any 4th grader reading).  We try to use the add immage button, but it either doesn't like the embeded HTML or the web link.  So I'm askin for help from my peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here is a picture of Peter on his first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mycarclan/NewAlbum81707136PM/photo?authkey=PNv1rrs6VgI#5099739194233056466"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/mycarclan/RsXpxw9l7NI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UeduBeQSzXE/s288/IMG_0883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-7278088963086948720?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7278088963086948720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=7278088963086948720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/7278088963086948720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/7278088963086948720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/08/simply-insert-task-here-to-add-insert.html' title='Simply (insert task here) to add (insert item here) to your blog'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-3198682618947806920</id><published>2007-08-16T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:42:29.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter is in Real School</title><content type='html'>Peter is in Kindergarten.  His first day of school was Monday.  I took the morning off and Sarah, Clara and I walked him to school.  It was really fun on the walk to school; Peter was walking so slowly, so I knew he was nervous.  As outgoing as he is, he always approaches new situations with caution.  He got into his teachers line and just stood there.  Sarah tried to give him a hug and he stayed stiff, feeling out of place.  A little later I gave him a hug and he hugged back.  So Sarah tried again and met with success.  I think that was important to her.  Sarah and I were both pretty strong at the school.  We both only teared up once.  However during the weekend it was a totally different story.  Sarah can post and tell you how her weekend went, but I balled like a little baby all weekend.  This was my baby that is going to his job.  He will not have a break from responsibility until he is old, maybe never.  I have a hard time with that.  Like most parents I think he has a loving personality and is so strong, but we have always been with him to protect our treasure.  We have been trying to instill good values in him and training him to survive in this world.  Now we have to truly let God do His thing when we aren't there.  I think this is a lesson that I am not ready to learn.  Well with His blessing I will have two more chances to figure this out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-3198682618947806920?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3198682618947806920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=3198682618947806920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/3198682618947806920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/3198682618947806920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/08/peter-is-in-real-school.html' title='Peter is in Real School'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-4069237870046223572</id><published>2007-08-16T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T18:12:04.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership Summit</title><content type='html'>It has been 10 days since my last post, and I hope this doesn't become habit.  There was a lot going on this past weekend, and early this week.  Last weekend was the Willow Creek Leadership Summit.  For those of you who don't know, this is an annual event at Willow Creek Church in Chicago that is simulcast all over the country.  They attract some of the greatest leaders and educators in the world to help educate the people on leadership philosophy, the power of leadership, etc...  Anyway, this is a great event that I look forward to each year, it charges my batteries.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the speakers was Colin Powell.  I have always respected the presence that he commands.  Big news to all that I don't know the guy, but he is someone that I find myself respecting and wanting to get to know more about.  He spoke on his "Powell Principles" and hearing him speak wanted me to find out more about him.  In the next few months I will try to follow up on that desire.  Although I really enjoy the academic aspect of leadership, and I think you can be taught leadership principles.  I think you can get the most from someone who has lived the role.  The problem with that is that there are a lot of good leaders, but they don't know how to communicate what they do.  I found with Powell, he was an effective communicator too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of the speakers was Michael Porter.  He is world renown for his teachings on strategy and is a Harvard professor.  I was very excited to hear his session.  Last year they had another Harvard professor speak and he stole the show.  I have to say I was thoroughly disappointed with his session.  This conference is geared more toward a church leader (although applicable to all leaders).  Porter knew this and tried to tailor his discussion accordingly, but it was a miserable failure.  His overriding theme was that a church is spread to thin when it comes to offering services to people in need.  He said that churches should only focus on their strengths and everything else should be redirected to another program which provides the same social aide.  On the surface I agree with him, but the reason this was a bust is because he doesn't understand the role of the Christian Church and its programs.  The church doesn't do these things only to be socially responsible and to provide a better world for all.  The church does this to help people who may not have a personal relationship with Christ.  Example:  A church sponsors the Royal Family Kids Camp at $250 per person.  The YMCA offers a camp at $50 per person.  Porter would say use the Y camp and you get 4 times more output.  But what he doesn't know is that the RFKC is sharing the gospel with the children and the counselors are showing them a love that they might not get at the Y camp.  There are other details, but you get my point.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional items:  &lt;br /&gt;Impressed with Carly Fiorina (former HP CEO) and some of the things she said about leadership.  Felt a little uneasy about other things she said though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a healthy respect for Jimmy Carter.  Don't necessarily agree with his politics or things he has done, but he does have some good leadership philosophies, and is a strong believer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, great conference, great people, great learning, great experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-4069237870046223572?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4069237870046223572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=4069237870046223572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/4069237870046223572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/4069237870046223572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/08/leadership-summit.html' title='Leadership Summit'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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-9063348793647752803.post-5305497389892385124</id><published>2007-08-06T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:37:20.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Club</title><content type='html'>This weekend I used a guest pass to go to Lifetime Fitness with Sarah and the kids.  This place was pretty awesome.  It is set up like a resort, and you can do a number of things there that you can't do at any regular gym.  The primary reason for joining was the pools.  They have both an indoor and outdoor pool, and both pools have two waterslides that you can use.  The deepest they get is 3'6", which is perfect for children.  The pass was for 2 days.  On Friday night we only swam.  You should see Clara swimming in the pool.  We put a life jacket on her (which she was extremely resistant to at first) and she paddles around the place asking for you to go far away so she can swim to you.  One of the more amusing things about it is she keeps saying "my muscles" as if she is getting a total work out, which I bet she is.  Peter is a fish and swims around without a life jacket.  He does awesome, and next year will be the perfect height for the water.  Anyway, it was a blast.  The second day in addition to the swimming I got to work out with Sarah.  That was fun and reminded me of before Peter was born....good memories.  I am glad that they can go and have fun.  Surprising as it may appear, I want to make fitness a priority in our lives.  You may be asking yourself why I need a guest pass to attend the club where my family are members, and after going I want to be a member.  However, the accountant in me wins out, and I cannot justify the expense when I can use the facility we have at the UP for free.  What a party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I was looking at this blog and it appears kind of dull.  I will have to spice it up with some pictures in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-5305497389892385124?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5305497389892385124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=5305497389892385124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/5305497389892385124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/5305497389892385124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/08/club.html' title='The Club'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-8621519630355919138</id><published>2007-08-02T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T12:50:22.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Moving Time</title><content type='html'>This weekend and early part of the week has been all about moving for me.  First, I get to help the Myatt family (sad...see below).  Then I get to help my brother Wes move to North Platte (NP).  This was a happy move because now they are much closer to us then they were in Yuma, AZ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Monday night Peter and I left the women home for some mans time to help my brother and his family move into a new home in NP.  On the way we stopped in Grand Island (GI) to play some softball on my sister's co-ed team, and stay the night before finishing the drive to NP.  This was a blast!  It was the first time all of us had played on the same team, and I really enjoyed myself.  I think Peter had a good time too.  He watched for a little bit, but then ran around the rest of the game with some kids on a soccer field next to the softball diamond.  It was a good night...I can't place the reason why though.  Was it because I was with my family, or was it because I was in GI?  Maybe I will think about it and use that for the subject of another post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we continued on to NP and started the move.  My dad was there, and it was good to see him.  I don't get to see him that often, and it was good to catch up a little bit.  Wes had all of their stuff in a storage shed about 2 miles from his house.  We had one pick up one van and two SUVs.  The whole move took about 5 trips and 4 hours.  The house is nice.  It is a 3 bedroom ranch with a huge garage and two storage sheds.  I can’t remember how big the lot is, but I think it is over an acre.  Just the feel of it reminds me of Wes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter played with Matthew all day and had a blast.  On the trip back to Omaha, I let Peter sit in the front seat, and we looked to see how many different license plates we could see.  He thought he was sooooo big.  It was precious.  He got out the map of Nebraska, and I was helping him to find where we were and where we are going.  Even though he can't read he can make out the letters and is starting to put them together.  That trip home was a really special time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although the trip was exhausting, and I had my doubts about doing it in the middle of the week, it was definitely worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-8621519630355919138?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8621519630355919138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=8621519630355919138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/8621519630355919138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/8621519630355919138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-moving-time.html' title='It&apos;s Moving Time'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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-9063348793647752803.post-849388486456682853</id><published>2007-07-29T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:31:05.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Myatt Family Farewell</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty sad day for us at church.  The Myatt family will leave for Chicago on Monday so Bill can pursue his doctorate at Loyola.  I am happy for them, this is what they have wanted since they came to Omaha.  Although Bill was a great pastor, I think at his heart he is a teacher.  We have had a lot of friends and family leave us while we were a family, but for some reason this one seems different.  I think it is because we have been through so much during the time they were in Omaha.  Today our senior pastor did a I remember six years ago speach....well I remember six years ago too.  Six years ago I remember going through the membership class at Brookside, and the Myatt's were in that class.  I remember soon after being in the same small group talking about the struggles of marriage and how we can grow as couples.  We have shared the joy for each other as our families have exploded in size from a total of four to a total of ten.  We have had some parties that I'll never forget (matresses and watermelon).  We have also been through struggles together like the split in our church, the leaving of other freinds, and the destruction of families.  I never knew Bill as well as I would have liked, although I love him just the same.  The thing that I think I will miss most is the relationship that Sarah had with Melanie.  We all changed so much in the last six years, but that is for the best.  We had time to grow with each other and to grow in our relationship with the Lord.  I love those guys and they will be dearly missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-849388486456682853?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/849388486456682853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=849388486456682853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/849388486456682853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/849388486456682853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/07/myatt-family-farewell.html' title='The Myatt Family Farewell'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-2430994550594640697</id><published>2007-07-27T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:21:21.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAKlE_CWjnE/RqqcaIfISjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/A_WACAnDNik/s1600-h/IMG_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jAKlE_CWjnE/RqqcaIfISjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/A_WACAnDNik/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092054301464349234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure this blogging thing will get easier.  I am trying to work with photos now.  Everyone has Flickr, but I will be the odd one and go with Picasa.  By the way, does anyone know how to rotate photos?  Peter looks pretty cool, but I don't want to turn my head to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-2430994550594640697?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2430994550594640697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=2430994550594640697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/2430994550594640697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/2430994550594640697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/07/still-testing.html' title='Still Testing'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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/_jAKlE_CWjnE/RqqcaIfISjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/A_WACAnDNik/s72-c/IMG_0815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063348793647752803.post-3670403185091508752</id><published>2007-07-27T12:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:42:50.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It seems as though we are getting on this bandwagon late, but I though that it would be interesting to join in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;.  I have enjoyed catching up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; lives over my lunch hour and I know that Sarah likes to stay involved while at home.  As we age and our family increases in size we have had the opportunity to develop relationships with a large number of people.  Unfortunately we have not been able to keep up with all of these relationships as both our family and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; get spread across NE, the US and the World.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The purpose of this blog is to keep people informed on basic life events in the Caruso family and to relay general musings and complaints (primarily from me) on subjects that matter to us.  If you get annoyed with improper use of the English language, posts about our children and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; events, prompt daily blogging, or sometimes mindless ramblings of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Seinfeldesque&lt;/span&gt; nature you probably won't like this blog.  But if you like us in person, you will probably be interested in what we have to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that....welcome to our Blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063348793647752803-3670403185091508752?l=carclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3670403185091508752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9063348793647752803&amp;postID=3670403185091508752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/3670403185091508752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9063348793647752803/posts/default/3670403185091508752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carclan.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-time-blogging.html' title='First Time Blogging'/><author><name>The Caruso Clan</name><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></feed>
