<?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-503723709930146250</id><updated>2012-02-01T11:22:00.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam and Amy</title><subtitle type='html'>Our adventures in China</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-8713724811418880129</id><published>2011-04-14T14:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T14:52:14.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were... 4?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello Everyone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just want to publicly announce our news that we are expecting our second baby in early November!! We are very excited and welcome this new addition with high anticipation! Although we live in China, we are happy to declare that the One Child Policy does not apply to us and we will be joyously adding to our family soon! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I get really sick when I am pregnant (a fact I was disappointed to discover was not a fluke with our first, but also applies to second babies), but having a baby on the way is a good reason to endure being miserable. I am getting some good help here and Sam has stepped up to take nearly all my responsibilities on himself (since I must stay lying down nearly all day). I don't know which of us has a harder time when I am pregnant -- me throwing up all day or Sam working hard at work and then even harder at home! I think we will both welcome sleepless nights with a newborn over being sick and pregnant! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We feel blessed to be parents and to add another precious soul to our family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-8713724811418880129?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/8713724811418880129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=8713724811418880129&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/8713724811418880129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/8713724811418880129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-then-there-were-4.html' title='And then there were... 4?'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-3866038210094023275</id><published>2011-03-08T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T14:48:26.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip with the Li Family</title><content type='html'>We went to a Botanical Garden with Sam's coworker, Steven Li, and his family. As always with China, it was more than we expected...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpmu6jQ4cvI/TXXMNFXqOCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HDSKRvcZL0k/s1600/P1070373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpmu6jQ4cvI/TXXMNFXqOCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HDSKRvcZL0k/s320/P1070373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581591838347376674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Botanical Garden turned out to be more like a small carnival: rides, kids activities, sand pits, games, a big blow-up jumping castle, and more. Here is Eve waiting while Daddy is winning her a stuffed elephant. If you look in the background, there are small animals in cages on the ground. You can pay 10 yuan (about $1.50) for 6 hoops that you can try to hoop any of the animals and take them home. They've got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gerbils&lt;/span&gt;, turtles, fish, parakeets, bunnies and more... and you could potentially take 6 of them home for $1.50! We did not elect to play this game because I didn't want to take care of any of them once we got home, but they were super cute and tempting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;regardless&lt;/span&gt;. We stuck with the stuffed elephant -- very little up-keep required =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AfQ-NcU5pbE/TXXMNe0xG1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/aD4yNa9HsvI/s1600/P1070378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AfQ-NcU5pbE/TXXMNe0xG1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/aD4yNa9HsvI/s320/P1070378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581591845180349266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;picnicking&lt;/span&gt; on the grass. We brought our own sandwiches, but were pressed upon to eat the spicy dried fish Mrs. Li brought anyway... =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGKVdl0G-VY/TXXMNCyzupI/AAAAAAAAAg4/imw5imgXPZ4/s1600/P1070369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGKVdl0G-VY/TXXMNCyzupI/AAAAAAAAAg4/imw5imgXPZ4/s320/P1070369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581591837655939730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were so cool! You can buy a little outline for about a $1, and then the kids can paint it in with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squeeze&lt;/span&gt; paint. Then they cook it for a few minutes and it becomes a window sticker! Super fun and super cute! I think we ought to try this in America...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAsWcisQ5fQ/TXXMM_qtm8I/AAAAAAAAAgw/lhpTavPHWKw/s1600/P1070365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAsWcisQ5fQ/TXXMM_qtm8I/AAAAAAAAAgw/lhpTavPHWKw/s320/P1070365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581591836816677826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eve playing in the sand. Notice the little girl behind her. She just came up really close and squatted down and watched Eve the whole time. She didn't smile and wouldn't respond when we talked to her. I guess she just wanted to watch the little foreign kid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x49WzWcu3_E/TXXNZ5aLuRI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5SpHSSwsJrw/s1600/P1070391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x49WzWcu3_E/TXXNZ5aLuRI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5SpHSSwsJrw/s320/P1070391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581593157986662674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eve's favorite was the blow up castle. She went crazy in there! She fell over every 2 seconds and has probably never enjoyed something so much! She went running around like crazy! I had to take her jacket off because she broke a sweat after about 3 minutes running around in there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fN3mdOgYeP0/TXXNZvbao3I/AAAAAAAAAho/xKGo5hn0NCs/s1600/P1070416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fN3mdOgYeP0/TXXNZvbao3I/AAAAAAAAAho/xKGo5hn0NCs/s320/P1070416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581593155307479922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQQPTss0rl8/TXXNZaZ_gCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4mNbQUv5SpI/s1600/P1070419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LQQPTss0rl8/TXXNZaZ_gCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4mNbQUv5SpI/s320/P1070419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581593149664362530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gA2UWM4jXJg/TXXNZAeKwRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/HTSOHyRSTgI/s1600/P1070407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gA2UWM4jXJg/TXXNZAeKwRI/AAAAAAAAAhY/HTSOHyRSTgI/s320/P1070407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581593142702555410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDB808Q1Z48/TXXNY8glAmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/J_cQldMAJO0/s1600/P1070406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDB808Q1Z48/TXXNY8glAmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/J_cQldMAJO0/s320/P1070406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581593141638922850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course there were tears when we had to leave, but we will go again soon I'm sure. It was such an enjoyable outing and fun to spend time with new friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-3866038210094023275?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/3866038210094023275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=3866038210094023275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/3866038210094023275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/3866038210094023275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-trip-with-li-family.html' title='Day Trip with the Li Family'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpmu6jQ4cvI/TXXMNFXqOCI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HDSKRvcZL0k/s72-c/P1070373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-6768743074654107840</id><published>2011-03-08T13:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:22:37.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing downstairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Eve with her little friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Tong. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Tong lives in our same apartment complex and Eve loves to be with her. They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awfully&lt;/span&gt; cute together, both being pretty small for their age. They never talk to each other, but play well regardless =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pO2HWtTPn4M/TXXIAW09b4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/dBTVNXGwkXU/s1600/DSCN3633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pO2HWtTPn4M/TXXIAW09b4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/dBTVNXGwkXU/s320/DSCN3633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581587221648863106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8DVQmOU6LaY/TXXIAB4BLYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BCgdpOn8a4Y/s1600/DSCN3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8DVQmOU6LaY/TXXIAB4BLYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BCgdpOn8a4Y/s320/DSCN3631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581587216024546690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mx6xi7qEJAw/TXXIAE1wYgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Pvj_PexOIVg/s1600/DSCN3444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mx6xi7qEJAw/TXXIAE1wYgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Pvj_PexOIVg/s320/DSCN3444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581587216820363778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I43MaA9JgS8/TXXH__6_gJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/C6Oi09exzgs/s1600/DSCN3443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I43MaA9JgS8/TXXH__6_gJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/C6Oi09exzgs/s320/DSCN3443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581587215500148882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a bunch of the little girls in our complex on the merry-go-round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZaWJeOjeHU/TXXH_hw1EeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/wJ2b_C6LOYY/s1600/DSCN3682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZaWJeOjeHU/TXXH_hw1EeI/AAAAAAAAAgI/wJ2b_C6LOYY/s320/DSCN3682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581587207404458466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is quite the international group! From left to right around the circle: Danish, Korean, 1/2 Japanese 1/2 Chinese, American (Eve), Japanese, and Chinese. And they all speak Chinese and play well together. The little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; Danish girl often points to Eve and yells in Chinese "Foreign kid, foreign kid!" It always makes me laugh =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-6768743074654107840?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/6768743074654107840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=6768743074654107840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/6768743074654107840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/6768743074654107840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2011/03/paying-downstairs.html' title='Playing downstairs'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pO2HWtTPn4M/TXXIAW09b4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/dBTVNXGwkXU/s72-c/DSCN3633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-7102428597410785717</id><published>2010-10-07T13:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:09:37.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making use of something useless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eve loves to sit on things (i.e. steps, ledges, stools, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; feet, her stuffed animals, nearly anything will do in her book). Well, we have a useless cupboard in our kitchen that is built over a wall so it only has a little ledge inside. Eve discovered the cupboard, then the ledge, and then how nicely her little rump sits down there. Glad that cupboard can be used for something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TK2MSYK2HKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/M7i8e-viYtQ/s1600/DSCN2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TK2MSYK2HKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/M7i8e-viYtQ/s320/DSCN2880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525226565206940834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes she likes to bring something to entertain herself while she sits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TK2MStO0OwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rvVTnocHJEg/s1600/DSCN2877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TK2MStO0OwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rvVTnocHJEg/s320/DSCN2877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525226570860739330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-7102428597410785717?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/7102428597410785717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=7102428597410785717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7102428597410785717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7102428597410785717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/10/making-use-of-something-useless.html' title='Making use of something useless'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TK2MSYK2HKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/M7i8e-viYtQ/s72-c/DSCN2880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-1502010146171423176</id><published>2010-10-05T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:58:05.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hampering Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6fb682041dc22146" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fb682041dc22146%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237307%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15A5FCEB6DE71D651561B6CB423619E5EC2F9E.212929C33DA997679CE39C78FABF900B064C43E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fb682041dc22146%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpWEFa98uXv2WI0WWCPhH5y_Cqzw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fb682041dc22146%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237307%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15A5FCEB6DE71D651561B6CB423619E5EC2F9E.212929C33DA997679CE39C78FABF900B064C43E3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fb682041dc22146%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpWEFa98uXv2WI0WWCPhH5y_Cqzw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in jest I put Eve's hamper on her head for a moment. Little did I know that she would like it so much that for the rest of the day she walked around like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-1502010146171423176?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/1502010146171423176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=1502010146171423176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1502010146171423176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1502010146171423176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='Hampering Happens'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-4297036872791882076</id><published>2010-09-05T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:42:53.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eve is really good at getting away with whatever she wants here. We went to Shanghai and saw the World Expo. While there Eve saw this little stool and just backed her little bottom onto it. No problem just helping herself...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TIO4oGRBqEI/AAAAAAAAAew/e3OTnIICw7c/s1600/DSCN2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TIO4oGRBqEI/AAAAAAAAAew/e3OTnIICw7c/s320/DSCN2763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513453367847921730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Wow, look at this cool stool!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TIO4neA33DI/AAAAAAAAAeg/byEIaPcxw-o/s1600/DSCN2761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TIO4neA33DI/AAAAAAAAAeg/byEIaPcxw-o/s320/DSCN2761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513453357042752562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh, this is yours?... Hey, I want that too! Give it here"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TIO4n79EazI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ULA1dMqHi5k/s1600/DSCN2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TIO4n79EazI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ULA1dMqHi5k/s320/DSCN2762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513453365079862066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Whoa, cool. I think I should hold this..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TIO4ogFPIJI/AAAAAAAAAe4/jdzeyrZQj80/s1600/DSCN2764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TIO4ogFPIJI/AAAAAAAAAe4/jdzeyrZQj80/s320/DSCN2764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513453374777794706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeeaahh! Victory!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TIO4pExh1gI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZWPQLkKTdtg/s1600/DSCN2765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TIO4pExh1gI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ZWPQLkKTdtg/s320/DSCN2765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513453384627246594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What you lookin' at?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-4297036872791882076?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/4297036872791882076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=4297036872791882076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4297036872791882076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4297036872791882076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/09/eve-is-really-good-at-getting-away-with.html' title=''/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TIO4oGRBqEI/AAAAAAAAAew/e3OTnIICw7c/s72-c/DSCN2763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-2596051349737979769</id><published>2010-09-02T14:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T08:25:58.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Home</title><content type='html'>In August we went home to Utah for a few weeks. Eve and I went home a week earlier than Sam (to help Eve get over jet-lag -- it took a whole week by the way. If you saw someone walking with a baby out in the moonlight of the wee hours of the night, chances are it was me with my baby who thought 2am was daytime =) It was just wonderful to be with family. Eve learned the joy of Grandma and Grandpa, aunts and uncles, and cousins galore!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9D-PlG67I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/K43hC6OKyyw/s1600/DSCN2553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9D-PlG67I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/K43hC6OKyyw/s320/DSCN2553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512199205537901490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being with Cousins was the best!! This is Eve with cousin Josie (9 months)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While in Utah we also took Eve to learn about her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heritage&lt;/span&gt; at the Pioneer Park. She was most interested in the rocks, leaves and dirt on the ground, but we can try for Pioneer appreciation next time I suppose =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9EABCXWyI/AAAAAAAAAbo/BlIo3Bm4tY4/s1600/DSCN2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9EABCXWyI/AAAAAAAAAbo/BlIo3Bm4tY4/s320/DSCN2571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512199235993819938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Nicole and Ashley learning how to make wool into yarn (sort of...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9D_t3tqhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/r1uakk3dnY0/s1600/DSCN2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9D_t3tqhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/r1uakk3dnY0/s320/DSCN2561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512199230848870930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins Elijah and Caleb washing clothes Pioneer-style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9D-6qRLoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4-kd6SDnF24/s1600/DSCN2557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9D-6qRLoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4-kd6SDnF24/s320/DSCN2557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512199217102270082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins Taylor, Lydia, and Ashley with Aunt Emma making butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9fTsSSTXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XGRLmHiNGgg/s1600/DSCN2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9fTsSSTXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XGRLmHiNGgg/s320/DSCN2573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512229260834786674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joshua, Nicole, and Kira petting the lambs. Eve liked to pick up the poop off the ground in the petting zoo so she got to be held a lot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9KJexZ0gI/AAAAAAAAAb4/BYzH7NQ34nc/s1600/DSCN2570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9KJexZ0gI/AAAAAAAAAb4/BYzH7NQ34nc/s320/DSCN2570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512205995664331266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting acquainted with our nations mascot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9EA4sz90I/AAAAAAAAAbw/vHOrU7MJlyA/s1600/DSCN2581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9EA4sz90I/AAAAAAAAAbw/vHOrU7MJlyA/s320/DSCN2581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512199250935805762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eve just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my family also had a little informal cousin "parade" where all the kids decorated their bikes and rode them around the circle a few times. It was really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9KJ9CM5nI/AAAAAAAAAcA/CH49tB8GFss/s1600/DSCN2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9KJ9CM5nI/AAAAAAAAAcA/CH49tB8GFss/s320/DSCN2521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512206003787851378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eve on her parade-mobile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was good to be with both the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Drennan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Curtis families. Here we are with Tom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steph's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house after a great meal and good cousin play time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9KKbGdwgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/WuFLDa8gYUw/s1600/DSCN2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9KKbGdwgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/WuFLDa8gYUw/s320/DSCN2611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512206011858797058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thomas, Rachel, Tom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Eve, Amy and Sam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jungle Gyms was an important stop in our outings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9fSWjs7mI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dOp3o4Ng_AA/s1600/DSCN2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9fSWjs7mI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dOp3o4Ng_AA/s320/DSCN2649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512229237822385762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joshua, Audrey, and Eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9fSI8xYbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/PuLJdevOUl4/s1600/DSCN2648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9fSI8xYbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/PuLJdevOUl4/s320/DSCN2648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512229234169438642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of Ephraim teaching Eve how to do an Indian war cry. Every time after that when she saw him, she would do it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9KK6rJJXI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oYa9yweNG1w/s1600/DSCN2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9KK6rJJXI/AAAAAAAAAcY/oYa9yweNG1w/s320/DSCN2621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512206020334134642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy Daughter roller coaster time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9KKp2dAMI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/WcunmCBp51w/s1600/DSCN2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9KKp2dAMI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/WcunmCBp51w/s320/DSCN2614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512206015818170562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eve with Shelby, Audrey and Anya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9fS_OI_BI/AAAAAAAAAdg/nNED6-hLmAc/s1600/DSCN2646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9fS_OI_BI/AAAAAAAAAdg/nNED6-hLmAc/s320/DSCN2646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512229248737803282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eve thought she could just go through the bars. I wish I'd gotten a picture of her with her face squished between them trying to squeeze through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9fSi3HMXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bS71WRwRUqQ/s1600/DSCN2645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9fSi3HMXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bS71WRwRUqQ/s320/DSCN2645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512229241125024114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She even tried it backwards. Still no luck -- She's solid backwards and forwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stairs Plant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Drennan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Family Picnic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9hTPM9RuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lrxezk8_MfM/s1600/DSCN2663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9hTPM9RuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lrxezk8_MfM/s320/DSCN2663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512231452051064546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elijah, Kira, Lydia, and Adria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9hTeLTrGI/AAAAAAAAAd4/03zGqvyVpKc/s1600/DSCN2666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9hTeLTrGI/AAAAAAAAAd4/03zGqvyVpKc/s320/DSCN2666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512231456070675554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eve =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While in Utah I caught up with two of my wonderful roommates, Emily and Jana. It was great to catch up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9hTxMfLWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/9Z3xxyqWrXo/s1600/DSCN2672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9hTxMfLWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/9Z3xxyqWrXo/s320/DSCN2672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512231461175897442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amy, Eve, Em, Patton, Jack, and Jana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is a trip to Utah without going to the cabin!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9hUiCKPYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0Mxl1_-AruE/s1600/DSCN2678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9hUiCKPYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/0Mxl1_-AruE/s320/DSCN2678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512231474285919618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Jamie teaching Eve how to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stylin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' like her Uncle Jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9hUYrWGYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/9p9Rk2oVH5k/s1600/DSCN2676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9hUYrWGYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/9p9Rk2oVH5k/s320/DSCN2676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512231471774308738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sporting her cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sweatshirt from cousin Rachel in honor of the great news about going independent. Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-2596051349737979769?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/2596051349737979769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=2596051349737979769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2596051349737979769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2596051349737979769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/09/trip-home.html' title='Trip Home'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH9D-PlG67I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/K43hC6OKyyw/s72-c/DSCN2553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-4171576993596392895</id><published>2010-09-02T10:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:17:32.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Wonderful Years and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sam and I just celebrated our 4th year anniversary on August 24th. Best 4 years ever!! I can't imagine a happier life than mine with my wonderful husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH8UIEbhRRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/q0xFjftJ6ZI/s1600/123-2309_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH8UIEbhRRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/q0xFjftJ6ZI/s320/123-2309_IMG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512146597785453842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we got engaged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH8UHlpv0vI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IJS9xckRfBk/s1600/DSCN2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH8UHlpv0vI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IJS9xckRfBk/s320/DSCN2612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512146589523628786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four years later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-4171576993596392895?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/4171576993596392895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=4171576993596392895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4171576993596392895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4171576993596392895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/09/4-wonderful-years-and-counting.html' title='4 Wonderful Years and Counting'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TH8UIEbhRRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/q0xFjftJ6ZI/s72-c/123-2309_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-4742318316578611383</id><published>2010-07-14T14:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:13:58.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Genevieve just had her first birthday on July 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!! I can hardly believe she is now a one year old! We had a great party (although we missed celebrating with family - see you next month family!) At first I worried that no one would come, since most of our friends go to their home countries in the summertime. However, we ended up having about 20 people come (10 kids and 10 adults). It was lots of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1eqo7ZvZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/H-_Triovqu8/s1600/DSCN2299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1eqo7ZvZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/H-_Triovqu8/s320/DSCN2299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493651207095958930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eve opening presents (or watching as other people "helped" her open her presents =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD21iDcY0JI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CK9oNJ1k30k/s1600/DSCN2300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD21iDcY0JI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CK9oNJ1k30k/s320/DSCN2300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493746717106426002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1gbVD50tI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pcWUbJiTuNY/s1600/DSCN2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1gbVD50tI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pcWUbJiTuNY/s320/DSCN2345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493653143088124626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool car/push cart -- a gift from our good friend, Hannah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1gavBV_SI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/t-coxpRhh4M/s1600/DSCN2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1gavBV_SI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/t-coxpRhh4M/s320/DSCN2332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493653132876840226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1erd5fcYI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lLTCsaVM4UM/s1600/DSCN2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1erd5fcYI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lLTCsaVM4UM/s320/DSCN2302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493651221315023234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With her favorite toy, a giant teddy bear from our friend, Yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Xiaolan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She still squeals with delight and tackles it every time she catches sight of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(So funny because it is twice her size!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1eqOypbSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/gaAdZKEDu34/s1600/DSCN2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1eqOypbSI/AAAAAAAAAWY/gaAdZKEDu34/s320/DSCN2297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493651200079916322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The teddy bear cake I made. The big one was for everyone to eat; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the small one was for Eve to destroy =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1er2LexeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hiI4j1PXgno/s1600/DSCN2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1er2LexeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/hiI4j1PXgno/s320/DSCN2308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493651227832927714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singing Happy Birthday. We sang it first in English, then in Chinese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It had a lot more gusto in Chinese! (since most our guests didn't speak English)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1esV7k-nI/AAAAAAAAAW4/cBGKmnDtkv8/s1600/DSCN2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1esV7k-nI/AAAAAAAAAW4/cBGKmnDtkv8/s320/DSCN2316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493651236356160114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eve (stripped down) so she that could dig into her cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1gZ3t1KzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/dOEQGRbAUMc/s1600/DSCN2321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1gZ3t1KzI/AAAAAAAAAXA/dOEQGRbAUMc/s320/DSCN2321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493653118031047474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the party we gave Eve our gifts. This time she got to mostly open them herself (with a little help, of course =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1gaZ-NW_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/mHwFLTgZG-U/s1600/DSCN2330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1gaZ-NW_I/AAAAAAAAAXI/mHwFLTgZG-U/s320/DSCN2330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493653127226547186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1gb6chwDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6GecbYyjpTQ/s1600/DSCN2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1gb6chwDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/6GecbYyjpTQ/s320/DSCN2338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493653153123516466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa's special surprise gift for Eve -- a cute dolly! Sam is a real sucker for his girl =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How we love our Genevieve! We could not imagine life without her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a gift and a joy! As I think of all that has happened in this first year, I am amazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; It makes me excited to see what this next year will bring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-4742318316578611383?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/4742318316578611383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=4742318316578611383&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4742318316578611383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4742318316578611383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-year-old.html' title='1 Year Old!'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD1eqo7ZvZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/H-_Triovqu8/s72-c/DSCN2299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-8786703166590896798</id><published>2010-06-22T11:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:55:45.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Zhangjiajie 张家界</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My parents just returned home from their second mission, this time in Kaliningrad, Russia. And lucky us, on their "way home" they came to visit us!! We went to a place called Zhangjiajie, which is one of China's national parks. It was quite spectacular! Here are some pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA0uPjhyhI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9ARC0MNkZQs/s1600/DSCN2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA0uPjhyhI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9ARC0MNkZQs/s320/DSCN2184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485442315191437842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam, Amy, Eve, Coralee and Bryan Drennan (Amy's parents)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA0t8uyYEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XRjA0lQI1h4/s1600/DSCN2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA0t8uyYEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XRjA0lQI1h4/s320/DSCN2063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485442310138388546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These mountains aren't even part of the national park. Beautiful, eh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA0tdYpJPI/AAAAAAAAAVY/tHrV2oY035k/s1600/DSCN2068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA0tdYpJPI/AAAAAAAAAVY/tHrV2oY035k/s320/DSCN2068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485442301724009714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the front gate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA0tAo5LoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kc3vZ31rbcE/s1600/DSCN2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA0tAo5LoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kc3vZ31rbcE/s320/DSCN2094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485442294007541378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A natural bridge. The drop is about 400 feet below (hard to get a picture of that =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA0smTeWwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/43J_rtKzUpM/s1600/DSCN2097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA0smTeWwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/43J_rtKzUpM/s320/DSCN2097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485442286938381058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovers put their names on locks and then lock them to the rails on the bridge. We didn't add a lock, but we did hold hands across the bridge which is supposed to ensure we will stay together. I guess Sam is stuck with me now! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to see a small Tujia minority village&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA2lw9gfVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/pVJRXslKB9g/s1600/DSCN2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA2lw9gfVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/pVJRXslKB9g/s320/DSCN2103.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA2mQkUBuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PHXI-tzz4Ak/s1600/DSCN2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA2mQkUBuI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PHXI-tzz4Ak/s320/DSCN2099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485444377047467746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This grandma even let me try spinning yarn. It took a minute, but after a few tries I actually spun a little!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA2lbfBcpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/yVXwRYKne4U/s1600/DSCN2520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA2lbfBcpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/yVXwRYKne4U/s320/DSCN2520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485444362798199442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA2nLfniDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KoiTeV-UKXQ/s1600/DSCN2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA2nLfniDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KoiTeV-UKXQ/s320/DSCN2088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485444392865466418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eve sporting a Tujia minority head-dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA2mnmcmsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/csei_6Aq_eQ/s1600/DSCN2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA2mnmcmsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/csei_6Aq_eQ/s320/DSCN2108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485444383230433986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Banging the big drum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Gf_FB_NI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cVOulARHdxE/s1600/DSCN2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Gf_FB_NI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cVOulARHdxE/s320/DSCN2105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494117216993541330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Traditional dress for a Tujia bride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So wherever we go, Eve seems to gather a crowd. My parents laughed at how many people would gather around to get a glimpse of our "Foreign Doll". I guess Sam and I are used to it -- we hardly even notice anymore =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Gd0WNgzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1caZbWbghzQ/s1600/DSCN2452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Gd0WNgzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1caZbWbghzQ/s320/DSCN2452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494117179753071410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8GfjYqGQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ErGklMBlLYQ/s1600/DSCN2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8GfjYqGQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ErGklMBlLYQ/s320/DSCN2524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494117209559668994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8GdT0cyII/AAAAAAAAAXw/eNoceyoSOPo/s1600/DSCN2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8GdT0cyII/AAAAAAAAAXw/eNoceyoSOPo/s320/DSCN2444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494117171021531266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More beautiful views!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Ggt0T1OI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/cCMSimbJZKQ/s1600/DSCN2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Ggt0T1OI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/cCMSimbJZKQ/s320/DSCN2113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494117229539874018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8M54GOueI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VRcU3o0xh2s/s1600/DSCN2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8M54GOueI/AAAAAAAAAY4/VRcU3o0xh2s/s320/DSCN2133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494124258865887714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8M5r2EQOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ki5RJTrrn4Y/s1600/DSCN2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8M5r2EQOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ki5RJTrrn4Y/s320/DSCN2131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494124255576867042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8M5Oe3WoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/PwEYTCUw_pY/s1600/DSCN2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8M5Oe3WoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/PwEYTCUw_pY/s320/DSCN2477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494124247694924418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8PpAOL5GI/AAAAAAAAAZg/u22pWnO9_DI/s1600/DSCN2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8PpAOL5GI/AAAAAAAAAZg/u22pWnO9_DI/s320/DSCN2595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494127267523847266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad Sam is afraid of heights. He looked pretty pale all through this part of the hike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8PodlQK4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/KrwDGw1wMVo/s1600/DSCN2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8PodlQK4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/KrwDGw1wMVo/s320/DSCN2596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494127258225355650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Pn6VK4bI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gOIGxg3rx0U/s1600/DSCN2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Pn6VK4bI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gOIGxg3rx0U/s1600/DSCN2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Pn6VK4bI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gOIGxg3rx0U/s320/DSCN2599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494127248762659250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buddhist Temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Pnp_Z_lI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QYAvnUfxxfM/s1600/DSCN2190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Pnp_Z_lI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QYAvnUfxxfM/s320/DSCN2190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494127244376407634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Pm6QsmgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/69oS_W8WMbw/s1600/DSCN2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8Pm6QsmgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/69oS_W8WMbw/s320/DSCN2194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494127231564028418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took a couple of cable cars up and down mountain sides. Very cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8SdXr5cnI/AAAAAAAAAaI/of0nnvkVKyg/s1600/DSCN2118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8SdXr5cnI/AAAAAAAAAaI/of0nnvkVKyg/s320/DSCN2118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494130366198936178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8SdAf-hPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/9t6CkLw0Kps/s1600/DSCN2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8SdAf-hPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/9t6CkLw0Kps/s320/DSCN2120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494130359974921458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8ScsPjz6I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uxsvfz852EU/s1600/DSCN2589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8ScsPjz6I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uxsvfz852EU/s320/DSCN2589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494130354537353122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8ScI4EXkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jPimudgug_s/s1600/DSCN2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8ScI4EXkI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jPimudgug_s/s320/DSCN2176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494130345043582530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8SbVYxeyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/hMAnYhYcrdc/s1600/DSCN2578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8SbVYxeyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/hMAnYhYcrdc/s320/DSCN2578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494130331222113058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8M4tmIS7I/AAAAAAAAAYg/gbMAk_eJb50/s1600/DSCN2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8M4tmIS7I/AAAAAAAAAYg/gbMAk_eJb50/s320/DSCN2181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494124238867024818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People will write wishes on red banners and then tie them in the trees in this part of the park. It looks pretty cool, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to see a monkey on this trip. I was so excited when I saw these two, that I put my backpack down to take a few pictures. While I was photographing one of the monkeys, the other one ran up to my backpack and stole our treat bag out of it and then climbed up a tree to enjoy his spoil! Sad for us, no treats, but cool to see the monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8USZKFXjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/q7LtQr9ek3o/s1600/DSCN2551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8USZKFXjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/q7LtQr9ek3o/s320/DSCN2551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494132376638676530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8URzMLvwI/AAAAAAAAAao/GaHbZnRkWtA/s1600/DSCN2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8URzMLvwI/AAAAAAAAAao/GaHbZnRkWtA/s320/DSCN2164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494132366446935810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8URAR2DFI/AAAAAAAAAag/DYs-AbLvKaA/s1600/DSCN2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8URAR2DFI/AAAAAAAAAag/DYs-AbLvKaA/s320/DSCN2156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494132352780471378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8M4PrdgRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dfkREsWRdmA/s1600/DSCN2116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8M4PrdgRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dfkREsWRdmA/s320/DSCN2116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494124230836322578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Our little monkey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This place is called "Heaven's Gate Mountain" because of this awesome tunnel that goes right through the mountain. It really does look like you could walk right into heaven through it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8UQpiZfqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kKR66JKHxy0/s1600/DSCN2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8UQpiZfqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kKR66JKHxy0/s320/DSCN2638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494132346675887778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8UQCPo4XI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Dyf3WbD9AwY/s1600/DSCN2215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TD8UQCPo4XI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Dyf3WbD9AwY/s320/DSCN2215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494132336128221554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam and I climbed all 999 steps to get up to and through the tunnel. It felt almost like a date, since we left Eve with Grandma and Grandpa for 45 minutes to do it. The view was incredible! (and the company even better -- how I love my husband!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A spectacular trip and wonderful to be with my parents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-8786703166590896798?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/8786703166590896798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=8786703166590896798&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/8786703166590896798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/8786703166590896798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/06/trip-to-zhangjiajie.html' title='Trip to Zhangjiajie 张家界'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/TCA0uPjhyhI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9ARC0MNkZQs/s72-c/DSCN2184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-2117932520534693639</id><published>2010-05-15T09:21:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T07:50:44.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are the Photos we had taken for Eve turning 9 month old! All the pictures are taken in our apartment complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4WZU-nYMI/AAAAAAAAASk/WVt8JhL8Fos/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4WZU-nYMI/AAAAAAAAASk/WVt8JhL8Fos/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471335221685608642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-38Td6SNJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Dg8Km14Ut6M/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-38Td6SNJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Dg8Km14Ut6M/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471306533701825682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4BuVL_RBI/AAAAAAAAARs/pvbTaFMha3o/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4BuVL_RBI/AAAAAAAAARs/pvbTaFMha3o/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471312492774769682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4dPCkCxgI/AAAAAAAAATM/FzbYj9kxKFo/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-47.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4dPCkCxgI/AAAAAAAAATM/FzbYj9kxKFo/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471342741525022210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4h67WIoYI/AAAAAAAAATc/T_W2DS7jXj8/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-35.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4O8Vy-MwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oqwpiVubK28/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4O8Vy-MwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oqwpiVubK28/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471327027107607298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-5PZyKA5LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/RJKEsSGArFQ/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-5PZyKA5LI/AAAAAAAAAUE/RJKEsSGArFQ/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471397901680829618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4Btwm5P0I/AAAAAAAAARk/ysYgCvgyIsE/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4Btwm5P0I/AAAAAAAAARk/ysYgCvgyIsE/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471312482955509570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4Z8egNxdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_C56USP_D-4/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4Z8egNxdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_C56USP_D-4/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471339124072760786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4Bs3gECmI/AAAAAAAAARU/RieRjUMJIwM/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4Bs3gECmI/AAAAAAAAARU/RieRjUMJIwM/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471312467626035810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4WYTH5cjI/AAAAAAAAASU/7kdHU_TU0pk/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4WYTH5cjI/AAAAAAAAASU/7kdHU_TU0pk/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471335204007801394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4dOh1HTpI/AAAAAAAAATE/hve31TsAYmI/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4O80yP-TI/AAAAAAAAASE/-geXb_fyshk/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471327035426076978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-38T0jsu9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/j7HIlG8IO-Q/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-38T0jsu9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/j7HIlG8IO-Q/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-43.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471306539781110738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4BuqrnZDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lG_o2pxtTfg/s1600/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4BuqrnZDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/lG_o2pxtTfg/s320/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471312498544567346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-2117932520534693639?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/2117932520534693639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=2117932520534693639&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2117932520534693639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2117932520534693639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/05/9-month-photos.html' title='9 Months Old'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-4WZU-nYMI/AAAAAAAAASk/WVt8JhL8Fos/s72-c/Amy+and+Sam+Jeneveve+9+month-31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-3642381658347542714</id><published>2010-05-05T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:30:07.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinewood Derby 2010</title><content type='html'>Our branch has an annual pinewood derby competition, which is the highlight activity of the year here. We let the kids enter cars as a cover-up, but let's be honest, this race is really for the grown-ups. These guys in our branch are finally able to put their engineering degrees to full use! Many of the cars were designed with state-of-the-art design software and created with top quality factory tools. And to finish: coated with water-proof, smudge-proof, glare-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;resistant&lt;/span&gt;, bullet-proof paint. We, however, having no engineering degrees, made our cars using a $1 handsaw, a piece of borrowed sand-paper, a couple bottles of nail polish, and a lot of elbow grease.  Neither of our cars won a single race. However, we feel comforted that they at least went down with style points!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-DlspuQNMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7AJ6hc7VR-s/s1600/DSCN1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-DlspuQNMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7AJ6hc7VR-s/s320/DSCN1992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467622502904640706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Here is our ode to The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. This car's name is Willard (after the man Will Smith himself). His paint job was better than his racing skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-DlsKp6kKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/70_qCZx1ElE/s1600/DSCN1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-DlsKp6kKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/70_qCZx1ElE/s320/DSCN1991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467622494564946082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This car is an ode to the tasty New Zealand treat - the Tim Tam (Ever had one?). This car's name is Tim. Unfortunately, Tim was too heavy so Sam spent the better part of the activity drilling large holes in his under-side so he could make the weigh-in cut. Maybe that is what threw off his equilibrium and ruined his much anticipated mad speed skills. I mean look at him! With aerodynamics like that Tim should have slammed this race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-3642381658347542714?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/3642381658347542714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=3642381658347542714&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/3642381658347542714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/3642381658347542714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/05/pinewood-derby-2010.html' title='Pinewood Derby 2010'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S-DlspuQNMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7AJ6hc7VR-s/s72-c/DSCN1992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-4019968134375070232</id><published>2010-04-08T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:49:09.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says nothing's free?!</title><content type='html'>Hong Kong is a great international city where you can find just about anything you could want -- at a price that is. So since we do not want to pay the price for such things as chocolate cheese cake, Mrs. Field's cookies, and freshly baked bread, we instead just poke our heads into various shops that sell such delicacies, and take a long, delicious, and very free whiff. Then we sigh, and walk away =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-4019968134375070232?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/4019968134375070232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=4019968134375070232&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4019968134375070232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4019968134375070232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-says-nothings-free.html' title='Who says nothing&apos;s free?!'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-6975448108828568537</id><published>2010-04-01T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:51:51.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve's First Swim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...On the 28th floor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S7Q43n5XN9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ctWBBfiaYKA/s1600/DSCN1831.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S7Q43n5XN9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ctWBBfiaYKA/s320/DSCN1831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455047576906053586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S7Q429FZ8EI/AAAAAAAAAQA/B3WMY9XKF-4/s1600/DSCN1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S7Q429FZ8EI/AAAAAAAAAQA/B3WMY9XKF-4/s320/DSCN1832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455047565413838914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S7Q42ZZDsFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/m3N7R7NaUeQ/s1600/DSCN1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S7Q42ZZDsFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/m3N7R7NaUeQ/s320/DSCN1833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455047555832590418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was unexpectedly denied a visa back into China, so we were forced to have a little "vacation" in Hong Kong for 5 days. Although getting a visa was a complete nightmare, we did buy some swimming suits at an outdoor market and made some time to enjoy the swimming pool on our hotel's top floor.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-6975448108828568537?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/6975448108828568537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=6975448108828568537&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/6975448108828568537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/6975448108828568537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/04/eves-first-swim.html' title='Eve&apos;s First Swim!'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S7Q43n5XN9I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ctWBBfiaYKA/s72-c/DSCN1831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-2929805603755014186</id><published>2010-04-01T11:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:02:11.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Swim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f8f2d326380c6e3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f8f2d326380c6e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237307%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AAD467186A3716C102509067DE6131ED22170F6.483877B053488E6C0477532569BD711552CF2202%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f8f2d326380c6e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbrFigE2G1PsLddboYNglyMu_DKk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f8f2d326380c6e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237307%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AAD467186A3716C102509067DE6131ED22170F6.483877B053488E6C0477532569BD711552CF2202%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f8f2d326380c6e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbrFigE2G1PsLddboYNglyMu_DKk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out this video. Eve makes her motor boat sounds at just the right times =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-2929805603755014186?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/2929805603755014186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=2929805603755014186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2929805603755014186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2929805603755014186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-swim.html' title='First Swim!'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-2379803353690709481</id><published>2010-03-18T11:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:05:14.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eve: So there I was just crawling down the hall, minding my own business when...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(she literally did a double-take)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S6Gkc1fpD7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/UBedLtYxHpg/s1600-h/DSCN1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S6Gkc1fpD7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/UBedLtYxHpg/s320/DSCN1755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449817839398096818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who is that!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S6Gi7ETmhiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HEu79LhcE8w/s1600-h/DSCN1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S6Gi7ETmhiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HEu79LhcE8w/s320/DSCN1746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449816159746950690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I need a closer look...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S6Gi6pgvV0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/uv02J5XMNmI/s1600-h/DSCN1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S6Gi6pgvV0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/uv02J5XMNmI/s320/DSCN1748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449816152554297154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I smile at her... and she smiles back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S6Gi7m3oB2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/GHMMMrDhTCo/s1600-h/DSCN1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S6Gi7m3oB2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/GHMMMrDhTCo/s320/DSCN1747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449816169024849762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its good to find a new friend in the hall. I guess you never know where one will pop up! I found one in our elevator, and &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; one smiles when I smile too! Its funny though, no matter how many times I meet these friends, I'm always surprised (literally, she double-takes every time =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You still there...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S6Gi749LbmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/f9Sx9uzjCI0/s1600-h/DSCN1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S6Gi749LbmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/f9Sx9uzjCI0/s320/DSCN1754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449816173879979618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup. Still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-2379803353690709481?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/2379803353690709481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=2379803353690709481&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2379803353690709481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2379803353690709481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/03/reflection.html' title='New Friend'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S6Gkc1fpD7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/UBedLtYxHpg/s72-c/DSCN1755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-2196553804531894736</id><published>2010-03-04T13:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:12:30.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby-proof? What's that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S49Ohg4MpCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZSbDZQxkqNc/s1600-h/DSCN1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S49Ohg4MpCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZSbDZQxkqNc/s320/DSCN1708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444656812182512674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see any problems with this picture? Now that Eve is mobile, she is into everything! This apartment is beautiful and we love it, but I am finding it to be a baby-proofing nightmare. Lots of outlets (which is great right?), but all low where she can get at them. A fun build-in open shelf that lights from the bottom, but Eve likes to play with the light bulbs. The cupboard doors are that kind of handle that no lock fits with, and there is essentially zero high storage. And as you can see, the entertainment center is a a bit problematic. Any suggestions?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S49OiAncI2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/rKRwMS-soC0/s1600-h/DSCN1706.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S49OiAncI2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/rKRwMS-soC0/s320/DSCN1706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444656820702159714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-2196553804531894736?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/2196553804531894736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=2196553804531894736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2196553804531894736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2196553804531894736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-proof-whats-that.html' title='Baby-proof? What&apos;s that?'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S49Ohg4MpCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZSbDZQxkqNc/s72-c/DSCN1708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-9170349786032475201</id><published>2010-02-27T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:22:57.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eve learned to crawl yesterday. She has been getting in crawl position for a little while now, but just yesterday learned how to move everything into first gear in order to go forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-55ef70165fd921b0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55ef70165fd921b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237307%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81ABD66D8FFFD6819D7808360E52B83A5C2F18A2.634795BA95557AE759CC55A78BDB363F09DCB18B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55ef70165fd921b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmkXB_9xHWVjqrnA-4iC2k2F4kps&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55ef70165fd921b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331237307%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D81ABD66D8FFFD6819D7808360E52B83A5C2F18A2.634795BA95557AE759CC55A78BDB363F09DCB18B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55ef70165fd921b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmkXB_9xHWVjqrnA-4iC2k2F4kps&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-9170349786032475201?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/9170349786032475201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=9170349786032475201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/9170349786032475201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/9170349786032475201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/02/crawling.html' title='Crawling'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-1062370273189871181</id><published>2010-02-26T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:56:00.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All by herself</title><content type='html'>Sam and I sat on our bed and watched as Eve worked for several minutes to sit up by herself. She would try really hard and then take a break laying her head on Sam's leg. Then she would try again. She was breathing hard and even sweating a little with the effort, but in the end, she was able to sit up all by herself! As I watched her work so hard, I thought of how Heavenly Father must feel as He watches us struggle with trials we face. I'm sure in many ways He could just reach out and remove our problem, just as Sam or I could have reached out and helped Eve to sit up. However, Our Father knows that it is through the struggling that we gain strength and the necessary skills we need to progress. But He is near us all the while and will not leave us alone.&lt;div&gt;So then on a funnier note, once Eve finally sat up, Sam and I clapped and cheered for her. She was at first surprised and then thrilled with the attention. So she got down on all-fours and then returned to sitting position. We clapped again. She then proceeded to just barely get onto her hands and knees and then back up to sitting. She was looking for more praise. She did this several more times, getting progressively lazier on what she would do prior to returning to a sit. The last time all she did was put her arms in front of her (not even touching the ground) and then threw her arms out to the side and sat up tall with a huge grin looking from Sam to me and then back to Sam as though to say "Clap for me! Clap for me! Aren't I amazing?!" - we clapped and laughed at how even at 7 months old praise and attention mean so much!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-1062370273189871181?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/1062370273189871181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=1062370273189871181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1062370273189871181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1062370273189871181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-by-herself.html' title='All by herself'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-1075831229259411188</id><published>2010-02-23T14:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:02:38.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Bay Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The grounds of our apartment complex are really nice. Last Saturday, since Sam only needed to work about an hour (instead of the half-day he puts in on Saturdays), we spent some time outside just enjoying the grounds. We sat and read while we listed to the water fountain. Eve also loves to watch the fish, and I must admit there is something relaxing about watching fish swim around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, speaking of these fish... We saw a little boy and his younger sister hanging around with a small blue bucket. We wondered what were they doing. Were they trying to catch a fish? Were they going to try to have one of these for dinner or something? Somehow that idea would not have surprised me. Later on, however, we saw a big orange fish swimming around in one of the pools that is not supposed to have fish in it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I think I know what they did with the bucket...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4N0hB0AiSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fGECRyfLvYI/s1600-h/DSCN1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4N0hB0AiSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fGECRyfLvYI/s320/DSCN1695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441320885564770594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4N0gRYShMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8FVcmp4VhRk/s1600-h/DSCN1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4N0gRYShMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8FVcmp4VhRk/s320/DSCN1696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441320872563606722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4N0f6BxSFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uLDIsQVe1tM/s1600-h/DSCN1700.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4N0f6BxSFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uLDIsQVe1tM/s320/DSCN1700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441320866295138386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-1075831229259411188?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/1075831229259411188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=1075831229259411188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1075831229259411188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1075831229259411188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/02/moon-bay-gardens.html' title='Moon Bay Gardens'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4N0hB0AiSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/fGECRyfLvYI/s72-c/DSCN1695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-7482868026330987345</id><published>2010-02-23T12:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:19:10.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since Hong Kong is so close, but also a great vacation spot (a bit of civilization, if you know what I mean), we decided to go there for our Chinese New Year break again this year. It was a little different with a baby in tow, but great of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eve's first boat ride -- the ferry across the HK channel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NtPcFSf6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gx-3XrPzv6k/s1600-h/DSCN1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NtPcFSf6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gx-3XrPzv6k/s320/DSCN1614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441312886797533090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from Stanley village&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NtOQ61b8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/zeigBLIdnNY/s1600-h/DSCN1624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NtOQ61b8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/zeigBLIdnNY/s320/DSCN1624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441312866621026242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NtNrQhHII/AAAAAAAAANw/sAnImppPlPs/s1600-h/DSCN1628.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NtNrQhHII/AAAAAAAAANw/sAnImppPlPs/s320/DSCN1628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441312856511421570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Space is tight in HK and our hotel room was really small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Eve got to sleep in the luxurious shower-bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NWSN6NA4I/AAAAAAAAANo/oMY71_zRSSU/s1600-h/DSCN1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NWSN6NA4I/AAAAAAAAANo/oMY71_zRSSU/s320/DSCN1640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441287645765108610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jazzed to head out to SoHo for dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NWQdkblrI/AAAAAAAAANg/IZrJIorRJRQ/s1600-h/DSCN1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NWQdkblrI/AAAAAAAAANg/IZrJIorRJRQ/s320/DSCN1635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441287615609018034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little while later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NWPSRkH7I/AAAAAAAAANY/-6EKQ-PMrGM/s1600-h/DSCN1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NWPSRkH7I/AAAAAAAAANY/-6EKQ-PMrGM/s320/DSCN1639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441287595397226418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole family with New Year decorations at the mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NWOTRS4GI/AAAAAAAAANQ/O4XcyCGCa2o/s1600-h/DSCN1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NWOTRS4GI/AAAAAAAAANQ/O4XcyCGCa2o/s320/DSCN1653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441287578484662370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was great to see old friends! This is Stella, one of the other teachers Sam worked with at the MTC. She was kind enough to babysit Eve while Sam and I went to the Temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NWNizJ6vI/AAAAAAAAANI/cZAktWs4I7U/s1600-h/DSCN1650.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NWNizJ6vI/AAAAAAAAANI/cZAktWs4I7U/s320/DSCN1650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441287565473344242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-7482868026330987345?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/7482868026330987345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=7482868026330987345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7482868026330987345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7482868026330987345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-in-hong-kong.html' title='Chinese New Year in Hong Kong'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S4NtPcFSf6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gx-3XrPzv6k/s72-c/DSCN1614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-5496623446901629093</id><published>2010-02-05T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:12:09.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S2vqaJxxi-I/AAAAAAAAANA/Q_SzLgzlNfE/s1600-h/DSCN1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S2vqaJxxi-I/AAAAAAAAANA/Q_SzLgzlNfE/s320/DSCN1567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434695110374820834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eve is a wonderful baby! We are really spoiled to have such an easy baby. If she had one fault, however, it would be sleeping. She was going to sleep at around 11 pm and we thought that was too late. We've now been trying to change her schedule so that she goes to sleep earlier. Lots of kids go to sleep at 8 or 9 right? However, everything we do seems to push her schedule &lt;i&gt;back&lt;/i&gt; instead of forward. She is now falling asleep around 1 am! Not okay, since mom wants to go to sleep herself at 8. Now I just wish she would fall asleep at 11 again - 11 sounds glorious! You just don't know what you have until you don't have it anymore, eh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-5496623446901629093?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/5496623446901629093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=5496623446901629093&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/5496623446901629093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/5496623446901629093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/02/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S2vqaJxxi-I/AAAAAAAAANA/Q_SzLgzlNfE/s72-c/DSCN1567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-8698470367824977836</id><published>2010-02-04T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T15:13:13.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S2pr-fDeX_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/BSDkhYbujkk/s1600-h/RSCN1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S2pr-fDeX_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/BSDkhYbujkk/s320/RSCN1566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434274621608058866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eve with Maya, a friend from our branch. Maya is 2 and loves to hold Eve (even though Eve is half her size) In good Chinese fashion, Maya is giving the Peace Sign =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S2pr9zEr7UI/AAAAAAAAAMw/b2Q418QCarQ/s1600-h/DSCN1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S2pr9zEr7UI/AAAAAAAAAMw/b2Q418QCarQ/s320/DSCN1572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434274609801981250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything goes in the mouth right now! She especially likes to have something in her mouth and then put her arms out straight to the side like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S2pr9SvAVUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/G2n7rcEjEjM/s1600-h/DSCN1576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S2pr9SvAVUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/G2n7rcEjEjM/s320/DSCN1576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434274601121109314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is definitely a smile behind that pacifier =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-8698470367824977836?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/8698470367824977836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=8698470367824977836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/8698470367824977836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/8698470367824977836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/02/smiling-girl.html' title='Smiling Girl'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S2pr-fDeX_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/BSDkhYbujkk/s72-c/RSCN1566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-3726889803610274101</id><published>2010-02-03T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:29:38.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Some days are already starting to feel hot, but mostly the weather is just pleasant right now. I need to enjoy it because there are only about 2 weeks of pleasant and then it is right on into scorching. Sam and I are from Utah; we are used to cold, &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; cold, but the people here in Southern China are not. They don't really know what cold is. So they will bundle up and pack their kids in what look like snow-suits when it is 70 degrees outside. The poor kids can't even move! The other day at the grocery store Sam pointed out a kid to me who was laying flat in a stroller and was so bundled up all he could move were his eyes. And his eyes were about all you could see of him too. (unless of course you were to lift him up -then you could probably see a bare brown bottom...) Keep in mind this was in an indoor, heated grocery store -- poor kid. So then they will look at how I dress Eve and are aghast! (Keep in mind I have her in a long-sleeved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;onsie&lt;/span&gt;, a shirt on top of that and a jacket, long pants, socks and a hat) They say: "oh look how little she is wearing!" then they will touch her hand and say: "her hand is like ice!" (I touch her hand and don't think it is even cold) Then they will touch her socked-foot and say "her foot is like ice!" I'm not sure how they are even imagining that one because it is a &lt;i&gt;sock&lt;/i&gt; they are touching &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; it is not cold. Then I may reply with something like "its not that cold" or "I am sweating so I'm sure she is not cold" or "I'm from a cold place, so this does not feel cold" and they will say "oh, but there is wind!". Basically at this point I just ignore them and they continue to talk to each other about what a poor parent I am for dressing my baby this way. Its times like this that I wish I just didn't understand them =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-3726889803610274101?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/3726889803610274101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=3726889803610274101&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/3726889803610274101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/3726889803610274101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/02/cold.html' title='Cold?'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-7664280586743964057</id><published>2010-01-28T13:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:51:38.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick-Pocketed</title><content type='html'>So I was pushing Eve home in her stroller from buying food at a nearby shopping center when I heard a noise behind me. I looked around to see my cell phone crash to the ground (the back and battery falling off) along with a 10 yuan bill (a fake one, in fact) from my pocket. Then there was a little scuffle with two men fighting behind me. Apparently I was being pick-pocketed when another man saw it happening and pushed the thief - hence why my cell phone fell on the ground instead of getting stolen. However, the pick-pocket was not alone, so the man that had helped me started to get beat up by several thieves! I saw him punched in the head and kicked really hard in the stomach! No wonder no one helps each other in China! I had no idea what to do. I wanted to jump in and hit people! I had just bought a 500 oz bottle of imported Italian olive oil and I considered grabbing it out of the basket under the stroller and using it like a club (really that is what I thought)!! but my mother instincts were too strong - I could not leave Eve's side. However, we were also in a pretty crowded street so I thought the last thing the thieves would want is to be noticed. So I started yelling "help" in Chinese. This is a little silly because the word for "help" literally means "save my life!" - it was a little over the top to be yelling "save my life!" when all I really wanted was for people to notice that I had been pick-pocketed. Anyway, I told the man who helped me to go (because he was out-numbered about 8 to 1). So he started walking away. However, several thieves followed after him (although I think more for intimidation than to hurt him again). So I started to follow too. He helped me so I should try to help him! However, two of the group stood in front of me. They kept telling me everything was fine now and I should go. They would not let me pass. I kept telling them they were bad people and they should leave the man that helped me alone!! One of the two was clearly no more than 12 or 13 years old -- so sad to teach him that stealing and fighting is okay! I looked in his clear young face and was very sad. I was confused and shaken up. So I yelled "thank you" to the man that helped me and turned to go (I didn't know what else to do). I picked up my cell phone pieces and the ten yuan and started to leave. As I walked away the thief turned to me and said, "be more careful next time". Can you believe he would have the gall to tell me to be more careful when he was one who was stealing from me!?! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-7664280586743964057?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/7664280586743964057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=7664280586743964057&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7664280586743964057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7664280586743964057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/01/pick-pocketed.html' title='Pick-Pocketed'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-7148447747874757706</id><published>2010-01-27T11:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:30:11.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My body, my space, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In China it is pretty uncommon for a mother to take care of her own child full-time. Usually the grandparents come and move in with the family and care for the kid while mom goes back to work (usually out of financial necessity). Often when the baby is anywhere from 6 months to a year old the grandparents will go home to their home town and take the baby with them. Then the baby will come back to live with the parents when he/she is old enough to go to school. I am asked all the time why my parents or in-laws have not come to live with us, and also if I will send Eve back to America soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, because I care for my own baby I am often left to hang out with all the old grandmas and grandpas caring for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;. Often the older generation either only speaks their home town language, or else speak Mandarin with a very thick accent. Once a withered little old grandma came up to me to chat. I honestly could not understand a word she said. So to help me understand she wanted to know if I fed Eve baby formula or breast fed her, she just reaches out and full on touches my breast! I was a little shocked but answered her that yes I feed Eve breast milk. Shocked as I was, I wish I could say this was an isolated event. However, I have now had my breasts touched by two more old women who are too interested in my baby's diet to keep their hands to themselves =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-7148447747874757706?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/7148447747874757706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=7148447747874757706&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7148447747874757706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7148447747874757706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-body-my-space-right.html' title='My body, my space, right?'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-3493208949164738739</id><published>2010-01-21T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:32:44.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Beer Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lately Eve has discovered this fantastically ugly face she likes to do. She breathes in through her nose and scrunches her face up like a little gremlin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What Eve normally looks like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1fNZ3YonvI/AAAAAAAAAME/l3HGpd2oSf4/s1600-h/DSCN1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1fNZ3YonvI/AAAAAAAAAME/l3HGpd2oSf4/s320/DSCN1491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429033720066121458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her gremlin face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1fNZUWMXGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OLtOogsgIA8/s1600-h/DSCN1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1fNZUWMXGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OLtOogsgIA8/s320/DSCN1496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429033710660639842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1fNZP_TEQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bMvOn2fRoKc/s1600-h/DSCN1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1fNZP_TEQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bMvOn2fRoKc/s320/DSCN1492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429033709490868482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1fNYC3v6JI/AAAAAAAAALs/DOfgYklphBM/s1600-h/DSCN1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1fNYC3v6JI/AAAAAAAAALs/DOfgYklphBM/s320/DSCN1495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429033688789674130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She finds doing this face wonderfully entertaining and will gladly pull it out for anyone who might mistake her for a cute little girl =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-3493208949164738739?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/3493208949164738739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=3493208949164738739&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/3493208949164738739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/3493208949164738739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/01/bitter-beer-face.html' title='Bitter Beer Face'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1fNZ3YonvI/AAAAAAAAAME/l3HGpd2oSf4/s72-c/DSCN1491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-7404978075201092518</id><published>2010-01-20T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:14:42.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Time</title><content type='html'>Eve apparently worships everything about her Dad. I find Sam interesting too, but Eve is really ridiculous almost about how much she thinks he is the best thing in the world! If he is in the room, she tracts his every move. Sam can always make her laugh (huge guffaws that sound really funny coming out of such a little human being) and sometimes when he is holding her, I swear she looks at me with a smug gloating that she's got her daddy and I don't =) Her favorite thing to do is anything with her Pops.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1a1jaGBPoI/AAAAAAAAALk/1MWpsKpibvQ/s1600-h/DSCN1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1a1jaGBPoI/AAAAAAAAALk/1MWpsKpibvQ/s320/DSCN1415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428726020746329730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1a1i3juGAI/AAAAAAAAALc/OdH4AnZ0kmM/s1600-h/DSCN1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1a1i3juGAI/AAAAAAAAALc/OdH4AnZ0kmM/s320/DSCN1183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428726011475662850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1a1iU-8K6I/AAAAAAAAALU/qznl9gqJm50/s1600-h/DSCN1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1a1iU-8K6I/AAAAAAAAALU/qznl9gqJm50/s320/DSCN1445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428726002194590626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1a1iAhmJEI/AAAAAAAAALM/orSmBK0utB8/s1600-h/DSCN1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1a1iAhmJEI/AAAAAAAAALM/orSmBK0utB8/s320/DSCN1466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428725996702803010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1a1hnh8UCI/AAAAAAAAALE/ju_h_g3AQRw/s1600-h/DSCN1473.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1a1hnh8UCI/AAAAAAAAALE/ju_h_g3AQRw/s320/DSCN1473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428725989993369634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-7404978075201092518?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/7404978075201092518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=7404978075201092518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7404978075201092518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7404978075201092518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/01/daddy-daughter-time.html' title='Daddy Daughter Time'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S1a1jaGBPoI/AAAAAAAAALk/1MWpsKpibvQ/s72-c/DSCN1415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-6226149813362700234</id><published>2010-01-12T17:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:09:56.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musician?</title><content type='html'>So being in China, church is not exactly around the corner. We hire a driver every week to take us an hour and a half to church, he waits 3 hours for us while we are at church, and then takes us the hour and a half back home. We pay about $55. Ya, I wish that was yuan, but no, that is 55 US dollars. So a four Sunday month cost about $220. Good thing five Sunday months are only a few times a year, right? The only other alternative is to take the bus. And by &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; bus, I mean &lt;i&gt;three&lt;/i&gt; buses and a taxi. Total travel time &lt;i&gt;one way&lt;/i&gt; would be around 3 hours. Keep in mind we have a 6 month old. Right. Hence why we hire the driver =)&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so one Sunday our driver was playing a CD that struck us as a little odd. It was of famous songs like Edelweiss, and Carmen's theme, as well as songs from composers such as Mozart, Bach, and Beethoven. But the funny thing was the lead instrument. Sam and I kept discussing what it was. Maybe a rare Chinese gourd-flute? Or ancient Tibetan reed pipe? Perhaps one of those small pottery flutes found in ruins? Could it even be a sting instrument? But no matter how we tried to pretend otherwise, it just sounded like someone whistling. Whistling to a full orchestra accompaniment, mind you. So after listening to this same CD over and over again the whole way up and the whole way back, we finally asked our driver. And yup, turns out it was some guy whistling with full accompaniment. Not sure who does that for a living. I mean "I play the whistle, as in, I whistle well" sounds like a pretty ridiculous resume. Oh and don't worry, as though we had not enjoyed enough whistling the first day, the following week our driver treated us to another concert of whistling, although different songs this time. Which makes me wonder even more. One CD of whistling wasn't enough? Who makes a whole medley of whistling? Oh well, to each their own. Some people like acoustic guitar, some cello - our driver just happens to be a whistling connoisseur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-6226149813362700234?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/6226149813362700234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=6226149813362700234&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/6226149813362700234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/6226149813362700234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/01/muscian.html' title='Musician?'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-7715580246565779185</id><published>2010-01-07T13:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:57:10.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving up in life</title><content type='html'>Since moving to China in January of 2009, we have now moved 3 times (4 times if you count the time we got kicked out of one apartment after only 2 days). Each move has been a step up (which is not too hard I suppose when you see how low we started -- stepping up is the only way to go!) We now live on the 23rd floor in a city called Dongguan. Take a look at our progression:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our First Kitchen in China (in Baolong)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V-2UIDSvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cFBVqea9FFw/s1600-h/Amy%27s+Handmade+Books+028.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V-2UIDSvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cFBVqea9FFw/s320/Amy%27s+Handmade+Books+028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423880797818145522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Second Kitchen in China (in Kuichong)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V9h4fmyDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WxH2n4Tp0SI/s1600-h/IMAGE_361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V9h4fmyDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WxH2n4Tp0SI/s320/IMAGE_361.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423879347291736114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our Current Kitchen! (in Dongguan)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V9iSBUhqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jj3roDEwfO4/s1600-h/DSCN1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V9iSBUhqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jj3roDEwfO4/s320/DSCN1189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423879354144032418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our First Living Room in China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V-3U-yN3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/2grG2uC-Rq8/s1600-h/IMAGE_319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V-3U-yN3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/2grG2uC-Rq8/s320/IMAGE_319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423880815227582322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Second...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V-3Ejhm4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Vghs5iPmNaI/s1600-h/DSCN0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V-3Ejhm4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/Vghs5iPmNaI/s320/DSCN0991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423880810818280322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And Now!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V-2qiMHLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sS3L5LyTPlw/s1600-h/DSCN1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V-2qiMHLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sS3L5LyTPlw/s320/DSCN1264.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our First Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WJ4df2gqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UEWjOUxRv20/s1600-h/Amy%27s+Handmade+Books+027.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WJ4df2gqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UEWjOUxRv20/s320/Amy%27s+Handmade+Books+027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423892929321534114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Second Bathrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WEWa5aA5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BmLn6VHZwEk/s1600-h/IMAGE_352.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WEWa5aA5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BmLn6VHZwEk/s320/IMAGE_352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423886846949720978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WQrzZFWAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lZ8DgJtLjNQ/s1600-h/image-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WQrzZFWAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lZ8DgJtLjNQ/s320/image-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423900408441821186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our Current Bathrooms!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WEVSFXfaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Rp1lvIDqvTg/s1600-h/DSCN1230.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WEVSFXfaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Rp1lvIDqvTg/s320/DSCN1230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423886827404098978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WKjCsei5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/BQK3u66I2sM/s1600-h/DSCN1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WKjCsei5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/BQK3u66I2sM/s1600-h/DSCN1197.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WKjCsei5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/BQK3u66I2sM/s320/DSCN1197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423893660861107090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Baolong Bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WRiM02oLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rc4aLHFxmik/s1600-h/Amy%27s+Handmade+Books+038.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WRiM02oLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rc4aLHFxmik/s320/Amy%27s+Handmade+Books+038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423901342982119602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Kuichong Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WOJlYcDBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Xl2q8fnUU6A/s1600-h/DSCN0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WOJlYcDBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Xl2q8fnUU6A/s320/DSCN0831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423897621542210578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eve's Kuichong Room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WOJ5iEHnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2s6wmonWiwY/s1600-h/DSCN0918.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WOJ5iEHnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2s6wmonWiwY/s320/DSCN0918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423897626951294578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our Bedroom Now!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WOI0GoADI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wMAyX1yNzhc/s1600-h/DSCN1231.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WOI0GoADI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wMAyX1yNzhc/s320/DSCN1231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423897608314159154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WOItSaYHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VO10ViLgyRA/s1600-h/DSCN1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WOItSaYHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VO10ViLgyRA/s320/DSCN1233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423897606484549746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve's/Guest Room Now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WOJS9Re_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/22XP06HmxIA/s1600-h/DSCN1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WOJS9Re_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/22XP06HmxIA/s1600-h/DSCN1235.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0WOJS9Re_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/22XP06HmxIA/s320/DSCN1235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423897616596433906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We absolutely LOVE our new apartment! I think we would like it no matter what, but seeing where we are coming from... ya, its paradise! Its amazing how much you take for granted until you go without it (i.e. lights that light (and are not fluorescent), having cupboards, be able to get things clean, having a bathtub, a shower door, toilets with seats, having mirrors, and closets and real furniture, and burners and natural light! The list seems to go on forever!) Every time I turn on a sink and have hot water I think a miracle has occurred!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-7715580246565779185?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/7715580246565779185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=7715580246565779185&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7715580246565779185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7715580246565779185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-up-in-life.html' title='Moving up in life'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0V-2UIDSvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cFBVqea9FFw/s72-c/Amy%27s+Handmade+Books+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-1618983364929031197</id><published>2010-01-05T15:29:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:33:57.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a Snapshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I am sorry that I have been unable to blog the first 6 months of Eve's life. But in an effort to catch up, here is Eve's life in a few snapshots =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0LvSanEkRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hS5I6-b9AeY/s320/07-2009+108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423160000967381266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0LvS2AVwTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LrzYqJFizgs/s1600-h/07-2009+140.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0LvS2AVwTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LrzYqJFizgs/s320/07-2009+140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423160008321122610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0LvTe5y9_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/yr_J7FZA1Ss/s1600-h/07-2009+189+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0LvTe5y9_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/yr_J7FZA1Ss/s320/07-2009+189+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423160019299530738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blessing Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0LvTxYESII/AAAAAAAAAFc/IqCfsKfxq2I/s1600-h/07-2009+359.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0LvTxYESII/AAAAAAAAAFc/IqCfsKfxq2I/s320/07-2009+359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423160024258332802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0LvUfTcSyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1BFJ1k8Sh9s/s1600-h/516629646113.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0LvUfTcSyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1BFJ1k8Sh9s/s320/516629646113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423160036586965794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L9G4XLmVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lUa2ZFdO1kE/s1600-h/DSC_9098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L9G4XLmVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lUa2ZFdO1kE/s320/DSC_9098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423175195958155602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L9GSOI4fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KvE4di9CHpU/s1600-h/910812086113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L9GSOI4fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KvE4di9CHpU/s320/910812086113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423175185719681522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L9F4SzRLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RZTrcB6Kk98/s1600-h/DSCN0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L9F4SzRLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RZTrcB6Kk98/s320/DSCN0723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423175178759914674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L9FQtD2DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sV2MxCRWrJc/s1600-h/DSCN0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L9FQtD2DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sV2MxCRWrJc/s320/DSCN0846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423175168132634674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, that kid at the immunization clinic is not wearing pants... welcome to China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L9FEbHdSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JSKs1NfHEPw/s1600-h/DSCN0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L9FEbHdSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JSKs1NfHEPw/s320/DSCN0861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423175164836148514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L_t3VQIKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XCx2y0Qqheg/s1600-h/RSCN0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L_t3VQIKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XCx2y0Qqheg/s320/RSCN0900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423178064719782050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L_tf5l0iI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DYC5dQg0U5A/s1600-h/DSCN0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L_tf5l0iI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DYC5dQg0U5A/s320/DSCN0941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423178058429747746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L_syw-wJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/okmN-vM1Uz4/s1600-h/DSCN0947_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L_syw-wJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/okmN-vM1Uz4/s320/DSCN0947_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423178046314037394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L_soUeowI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jxk4aBpkIJA/s1600-h/DSCN0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0L_soUeowI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jxk4aBpkIJA/s320/DSCN0954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423178043510137602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MDsRB9JNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUundHCrM-M/s1600-h/DSCN0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MDsRB9JNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUundHCrM-M/s320/DSCN0993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423182435304940754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MDsMKLAQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ofMolSDrj4g/s1600-h/DSCN1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MDsMKLAQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ofMolSDrj4g/s320/DSCN1000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423182433997226242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MDrqopzKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4bs5EZJ04CI/s1600-h/DSCN1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MDrqopzKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4bs5EZJ04CI/s320/DSCN1183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423182424998268066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MDrZmAGWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dTkMqUd8CNc/s1600-h/DSCN1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MDrZmAGWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dTkMqUd8CNc/s320/DSCN1313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423182420423743842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas morning playing with her very expensive toy =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MDq4tnLAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QAuR-GO9ilA/s1600-h/DSCN1321_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MDq4tnLAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QAuR-GO9ilA/s320/DSCN1321_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423182411597294594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MFwvTJBjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nTUiI1LHIyY/s1600-h/DSCN1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MFwvTJBjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nTUiI1LHIyY/s320/DSCN1352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423184711172818482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MFwfPiGYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rA6mldLbHME/s1600-h/DSCN1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MFwfPiGYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rA6mldLbHME/s320/DSCN1368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423184706862717314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MFv6Qer2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/yyQUtSiAXV4/s1600-h/DSCN1391.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0MFv6Qer2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/yyQUtSiAXV4/s320/DSCN1391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423184696934575970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-1618983364929031197?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/1618983364929031197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=1618983364929031197&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1618983364929031197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1618983364929031197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-in-snapshot.html' title='Life in a Snapshot'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/S0LvSanEkRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hS5I6-b9AeY/s72-c/07-2009+108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-1676588371241996983</id><published>2010-01-05T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:28:22.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back online!</title><content type='html'>So sorry about the 7 month blogging drought. China is a little paranoid about information and for whatever reason felt like blogspot was a threat. So they blocked access to it from within the country. However, thanks to my wonderful husband purchasing a service for me for my birthday that allows me to get on line via cities in the USA, I can now start blogging again! We have now bypassed the block!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-1676588371241996983?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/1676588371241996983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=1676588371241996983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1676588371241996983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1676588371241996983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-online.html' title='Back online!'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-4523632730578205180</id><published>2009-12-29T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:58:22.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in a Chinese Beauty Salon</title><content type='html'>Getting a Perm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with the humidity here in Shenzhen, China, I have found that my hair is not sure whether it wants to be curly or straight (mostly I have decided that it wants to be flat and ugly). Anyway for this reason I decided to get a perm--a strait perm (not a curly one). So I went to a salon near our house. I was told that it would take about 2 hours. I brought Eve in her stroller so that she could sleep in it while I got my perm. No need really, because I walked in, said what I wanted and Eve was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whisked&lt;/span&gt; away by several girls who wanted to take care of her for me (the stroller sat idle the rest of the time). Very sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, they started doing my hair and asked if I had eaten lunch. I at not (it was about noon). So the boy doing my hair called a restaurant nearby and had some rice and tofu stuff brought to me. I wanted to pay for it but the boy doing my hair said no, it was his treat. What?! I come here to pay him to do my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; and he treats me to lunch!? However, there was no arguing with him. A little later one of the girls brought me an ice cream cone. Keep in mind, these people probably only make between 1 and 2 dollars an hour, but they are very generous with what they&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Eve was great. She slept in one of the girl's arms for about 2 hours. Then she woke up and I need to feed her. They &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; I should feed her upstairs so I would have more privacy. I was lead upstairs to a small private room by the sweet girl who had given me the ice cream cone. I settled down to feed Eve when I noticed the girl was not leaving. She sat down across from me to chat while I fed the baby. "Fine, " I thought, "I suppose if it doesn't bother her, then I should not let it bother me." So I started to feed the baby. Soon another girls joined us. I didn't mind, but I did find it funny that I was brought upstairs for privacy only to have two companions watch me nurse the baby. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eve happens to be a very spitty baby. It's a genetic thing. most of my mother's babies were spitters and several of my nieces and nephews have been as well. Anyway, i was informed by one of my companions that I should not rock back and forth while I fed the baby because that is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; makes her spit-up. I think she just made that upon the spot. Anyway, I decided to log it away with all the other pieces of unsolicited and unfounded advice I receive constantly from my Chinese associates here. Chinese people LOVE to give advice. I'm surprised how may complete &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strangers&lt;/span&gt; feel it their duty to tell us what we are doing "wrong." For example, every Chinese person is concerned about air blowing on the baby. It will 95 degrees outside and 100% humidity, and people will tell me I need to wrap Eve up in a blanket. Sounds kind of cruel to me. Another mother once looked at the back of Eve's head and saw that it was round (like it should be) and she scolded me saying that my baby should sleep on something harder. Then she showed me the back of her son's head which was almost completely flat in the back. Okay, Right. Another day we were out and had to change Eve's diaper in public. An old grandpa came over and put his finger in under the waistline of her changed diaper to make sure we had not put it on too tight (keep in mind, these are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strangers&lt;/span&gt;!). Another time Sam was holding the baby while he was shopping for some shoes for me. The shopkeeper was so busy telling him how he holding her was wrong that we could not even ask about her merchandise. He tried &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; times to ask questions and finally gave up and just left. One day while I was out walking a cute old grandma came over to look at Eve. Eve was sucking her pacifier. The grandma told me the baby was hungry and proceeded to pat my breast to emphasize what she thought Eve wanted. Eve was not hungry (I had just fed her) and I was a little shocked! However, I have now had two old grandmas touch my breast when giving me advice about what they think I am doing wrong. I thought I could not get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt; advice than when I was pregnant; I have now learned that I can now that I have a baby in tow. I guess I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; get used to it, huh? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to my perm. so after feeding her the other cute girl took Eve back to care for her&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; I finished with my hair. Shortly thereafter, Eve had a huge blow-out in her pants. I apologized and tried to take her back so I could change her diaper and her clothes. The girl insisted that she could do it and let me keep doing my hair. So these sweet girls took care of the the whole mess form me! I tell you, I have not met kinder people than the Chinese when it comes to serving other. I have heard of day-cares in the US that are not even willing to change&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diaper&lt;/span&gt; (the kids have to be potty trained before they will accept them), let alone someone in a hair salon being willing to care for someone's baby for hours, messy diapers and all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all in all, my "two hour' perm ended up taking four hours. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;However&lt;/span&gt;, I was pleased with my hair in the end and the time was not as big a deal as it could have been because I had so much help with the baby. I made some sweet friends (who were very curious about us, i.e. "Is it true&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; it is nighttime in America when it is daytime here?" "Does your hair just grow this color?", "You take care of your baby all by yourself?! How do you do it?!" "Even boys have curly hair in America, don't they?"), and remembered how cool it is to live abroad and have these kinds of experiences. I love it here! (Even though today I don't have any running water...hope they fix that soon...) and am sad to think that we will be leaving so soon (probably sometime in November).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-4523632730578205180?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/4523632730578205180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=4523632730578205180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4523632730578205180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4523632730578205180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-in-chinese-beauty-salon.html' title='A Day in a Chinese Beauty Salon'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-1934831331670810134</id><published>2009-09-21T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:51:27.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Blocked</title><content type='html'>Amy and Sam are blocked from accessing their blog while in China.  If you would like to email Amy, her email is &lt;a href="mailto:amyloucurtis@gmail.com"&gt;amyloucurtis@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.  The previous post was an email that Amy sent that I transcribed  (sorry for any and all mistakes I made typing).&lt;br /&gt;-Jessica McKay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-1934831331670810134?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/1934831331670810134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=1934831331670810134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1934831331670810134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1934831331670810134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-blocked.html' title='Blog Blocked'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-1876023600302224777</id><published>2009-09-21T09:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:54:31.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SrbbAnY8hvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Pxmb2i_bwqk/s1600-h/Aug+09,+ShenZhen+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731208188102386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SrbbAnY8hvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Pxmb2i_bwqk/s320/Aug+09,+ShenZhen+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) people on bikes and motorcycles often carry huge loads. I saw a motorcycle the other day carrying 4 grown men. Yesterday I saw a motorcycle with two men on it: one driving and the other holding a 20 food bamboo ladder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SrbbBLjl9uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CRBT4nC-0HM/s1600-h/Aug+09,+ShenZhen+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731217896437474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SrbbBLjl9uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CRBT4nC-0HM/s320/Aug+09,+ShenZhen+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) a computer mouse Sam bought from his company. Look closely at the phrase "Build Your Dreams' on the paper that came with it--don't worry that it is the name of the company, it can still get spelled wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SrbbBkR-AGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZQHz13JJEAs/s1600-h/07-2009+354+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731224533401698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SrbbBkR-AGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZQHz13JJEAs/s320/07-2009+354+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) outside a few streets over from our home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731232709101858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SrbbCCvNSSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vqNUPVi4mfU/s320/Sept+09+China+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) an add for corn-flavored drink in a knock-off of Burger King called "Texas Burger." The drink is describes as "Fresh Cornwater: More Health, More Delicacies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731243439317074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SrbbCqtfYFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EN5sFZLzVAU/s320/Sept+09+China+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) of course, a picture of Genevieve!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-1876023600302224777?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/1876023600302224777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=1876023600302224777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1876023600302224777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1876023600302224777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-in-chinese-beauty-salon.html' title='Some Pics'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SrbbAnY8hvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Pxmb2i_bwqk/s72-c/Aug+09,+ShenZhen+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-7787674748324266530</id><published>2009-07-23T05:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:29:08.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Line-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***NOW***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gladly Presenting . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- starring at oldest child,&lt;br /&gt;- weighing 6 lbs, 10 oz,&lt;br /&gt;- stretching 20 inches long,&lt;br /&gt;- arriving July 10, 2009 in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;- with the help of many great caretakers,&lt;br /&gt;- in Salt Lake county, Utah,&lt;br /&gt;- winning the hearts of whoever sees her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;here's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    Genevieve Hope&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363544707145159554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sm8jfm5QU4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_9KxE9dSQB0/s320/DSCN0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sm8jfzeDbFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/74FQa4cSEJ8/s1600-h/First+Family+Portrait.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363544710520728658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sm8jfzeDbFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/74FQa4cSEJ8/s320/First+Family+Portrait.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is our first family portrait. We are so excited to welcome Eve into our family. She brings us so much joy (and a lot less sleep, that is worth missing :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we leave with her together for China tomorrow, we wanted to post this announcement, especially because we don't know if blogspot is still blocked there or not. Hopefully we can still let you know all about our adventures and also be able to stay tuned to the news in all of your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, Amy, and Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-7787674748324266530?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/7787674748324266530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=7787674748324266530&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7787674748324266530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7787674748324266530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/07/starting-line-up.html' title='Starting Line-up'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787539584558210636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Opk01mhtklc/SY2WunoLFbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mrVolbfUDDU/S220/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(46).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sm8jfm5QU4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_9KxE9dSQB0/s72-c/DSCN0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-4594577637538517267</id><published>2009-07-07T06:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:09:56.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Baby Yet, So...</title><content type='html'>So I am STILL pregnant. Our little girl is determined not to return with us to China (if she stays in there past Friday we will have no way to get her passport and visa paperwork done in time before we go!) Little does she know, she is only postponing the inevitable -- if she doesn't choose to come on her own, we will have to induce on Friday July 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We hope she will just come on her own before then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since we don't have exciting pictures of our posterity to post, I thought I would post this nearly-as-exciting couple of pictures from a Zoo in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt;. Now before you think "Hey, China and America are pretty similar; they both have Zoos", get a load of these pictures Sam took of one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt; at the Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we see several nice pigs gathering to gaze at the water below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SlKAtYbD47I/AAAAAAAAAEA/BZjvOSkVJ1c/s1600-h/Pigs+pre-flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355484424035361714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SlKAtYbD47I/AAAAAAAAAEA/BZjvOSkVJ1c/s320/Pigs+pre-flight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SlKAQMtoP8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/wY64L6QI6Ho/s1600-h/Pig+in-flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355483922675810242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SlKAQMtoP8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/wY64L6QI6Ho/s320/Pig+in-flight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, not sure what to think about this. But check out that form!! Legs extended and all! And from a hog that size!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show, Sam's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; were concerned that Sam was offended by the display.  Sam informed them that no, he was not offended, merely surprised by how much more talented Chinese pigs are than American pigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, hopefully our next post will involve news of the birth of our little girl, and be a little less disturbing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-4594577637538517267?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/4594577637538517267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=4594577637538517267&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4594577637538517267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4594577637538517267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-baby-yet-so.html' title='No Baby Yet, So...'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SlKAtYbD47I/AAAAAAAAAEA/BZjvOSkVJ1c/s72-c/Pigs+pre-flight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-7421190954080657185</id><published>2009-05-17T08:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:53:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born in the USA</title><content type='html'>We have encountered a few problems having our baby in China. Its like living in a little life-boat that keeps springing leaks. We fix up one problem, and another two pop up. So basically, after frantically trying to manage leaks but still finding ourselves sinking, we have decided to head home to the US to have our little girl. We found out that we have to return to the US to get a new kind of visa &lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;, so having the plane ticket, it just makes sense to have the baby while we are there =)&lt;br /&gt;I (Amy) arrived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; last night (May 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;). Since I have been pregnant, traveling is difficult for me. However, after running into the cement median on the freeway (our driver fell asleep) and missing my connecting flight (&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; fell asleep right there in the terminal!), I eventually made it to Utah safely.&lt;br /&gt;So I would love to hear from you who are in Utah too! My cell phone number while I am here is 801-735-3387. My email is &lt;a href="mailto:amyloucurtis@gmail.com"&gt;amyloucurtis@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I will be here from May 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to July 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and should have the baby sometime in the end of June or maybe beginning of July. Sam, unfortunately, had to stay and work for a while longer, but will join me here in about a month (June 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! I can't wait!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-7421190954080657185?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/7421190954080657185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=7421190954080657185&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7421190954080657185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7421190954080657185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/05/born-in-usa.html' title='Born in the USA'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-6454969800051383619</id><published>2009-05-14T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:33:37.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>One day my cute coworker calls me and says "We know that if you were in the U.S. you would have a baby shower." (&lt;em&gt;fyi - baby showers are not a part of Chinese culture&lt;/em&gt;) "We want to throw you a baby shower. So, ummm... how do we do that?" So sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I proceeded to tell her how a baby shower works -- food, presents, games, etc. I also told her it was for girls only. Upon learning this, she seemed to be in great distress and asks me, "So what do we do with the boys?!" I told her to just invite everyone and we would have a co-ed baby shower =) Since boys were invited, Sam came too and we had a total of over 20 people -- so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I organized the games (they would be REALLY lost if they had to figure out games!). We played the usual: can't say baby or you lose your pin, write down as many baby items as you can remember, guess how many candies in the baby bottle, draw a baby on a paper plate on your head, drinking juice from a baby bottle race, etc. They had a ball, even (or maybe especially) the boys! I had a baby diaper for one of the games, and one of my coworkers picks it up and asks, "so you really use these?!" Hah! Diapers are as strange to them as their split pants are to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To eat we had (what else?) Chinese food! Tofu, dumplings, spicy pork, stir fry, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told them it was time to open presents, some of them looked at each other and ran into a back room. A few minutes later they emerges with bundles in their arms wrapped in bathroom towels! (I guess wrapping paper isn't really something they do here either =) Everyone was so sweet! We were given bottles, books (in Chinese, but with English too - bless their hearts!), some cute clothes, and a traditional Chinese necklace with bells (I am supposed to put it on our baby shortly after she is born.) I loved it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I just feel so loved and cared for! They are so generous and sensitive to my culture. My friends here are truly wonderful!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-6454969800051383619?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/6454969800051383619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=6454969800051383619&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/6454969800051383619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/6454969800051383619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/05/chinese-baby-shower.html' title='Chinese Baby Shower'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-9141172256931290361</id><published>2009-05-08T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:09:11.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A not so simple task</title><content type='html'>Cleaning my toilet has been a task that is long overdue. I have not been well lately and seem unable to do much more than lay in bed all day. But today I decided the toilet needed to be cleaned. So I squirted the inside of the bowl with toilet bowl cleaner and let it sit while I put the tea pot on our single electric burner to warm some water for cleaning. However, an all-to-frequent wave of nausea hit me and I threw-up everything I've eaten today, "washing" away all the blue cleaner inside the bowl. I squatted (can't sit or kneel -- our whole bathroom is the shower so the floor is wet) hugging the bowl as the tea pot started to squeal that it was ready. I decided not to clean the toilet today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-9141172256931290361?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/9141172256931290361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=9141172256931290361&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/9141172256931290361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/9141172256931290361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-simple-task.html' title='A not so simple task'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-6688858692411184980</id><published>2009-05-05T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:30:38.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communism and the DMV - two things you never want to put together</title><content type='html'>So Sam and I have finally given in and decided that we need Chinese driver's licenses. We know that driving here is like toying with your life every time you get in the car, but we are finding it to be a necessity. So we hired a very expensive agent to do all the dirty work of applications and junk to get us licenses. All we were supposed to do is take the written test (you can take your own sample test I have put together for you: see next blog entry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get a call from our agent that the Chinese equivalent of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; would not accept Sam's U.S. driver's license. So Sam took essentially a whole day off work to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; to try and work out the issue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that because Sam's license is an older Utah license, it does not define what a "D Class" driver is  (It means he can drive a normal car, not a bus or 18-wheeler or whatever). Don't worry that we brought the official definition off the web. Don't worry that MY (Amy's) driver's license defines it for them. They refused to accept it and refused Sam permission to test. My opinion is that they just didn't like the look of the old license so they decided to reject it. After much arguing, they still refused to give Sam permission to test (despite the fact that his driver's license is 100% VALID!) The only progress we made was that at the end they threatened to also take away MY permission to test too, just because. Wow, if you think working with government agencies is frustrating in the U.S. try moving to a communist country!!! Nothing has to make sense; abuse of power at it's finest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up taking (and passing!) the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt; test last week. Don't worry, though, Sam is going to need to first return to the U.S., get a new license (even though his is still perfectly valid), and return to the China &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; before he can get permission to test. Awesome. And to add insult to injury, I don't really want to drive anyway -- Sam is the one that thinks driving here looks like fun. Mostly I'm just scared stiff!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-6688858692411184980?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/6688858692411184980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=6688858692411184980&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/6688858692411184980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/6688858692411184980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/05/communism-and-dmv-two-things-you-never.html' title='Communism and the DMV - two things you never want to put together'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-4736972588800991675</id><published>2009-05-05T14:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:35:29.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Your Own Chinese Driver's License Test!</title><content type='html'>So here is your chance to take your own China Driver's License Test!! I have cut and copied &lt;strong&gt;actual&lt;/strong&gt; questions from the test. I'm sparing you any of the legal and registration questions. See what you think of these translations, etc.... I have added my own comments in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. When a wounded suffers bleeding in the forearm or shank, the rescuers may place a cushion in the armpit or in the rook of the arm, crook the armpit or rook and tie up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(What the heck!?! Does anyone understand this question?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: Right &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(aka True)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. _______ refers to the material and article that has the danger of overall explosion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Explosive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. Inflammable solid material &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. Inflammable gas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. Self-igniting article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hummm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe it just seems silly in English…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When discovering a road congestion ahead, the correct way to deal with this situation is to _______. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Continue to weave through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. Find space and overtake one vehicle after another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. Honk to indicate the vehicle in front to speed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. Stop and wait in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Do they want what SHOULD be done, or what they ACTUALLY do. I’ll just leave it that I have never seen answer “D” done in China. However, the other three I see frequently, along with “E. Make your own lane”, “F. Drive on the other side of the street (or on the sidewalk or in the bushes or whatever)”, and “G. Do whatever you want (which is what you will do anyway)” I’m shocked that the people on the road actually ever took this test!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Answer: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After a vehicle falls into water, the wrong method for the driver to rescue himself is to ________. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Close the window to prevent water from flowing into the vehicle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B. Immediately use hand to open the door &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(use your hand guys, using your feet is a waste of time and then you have to take your shoes off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. Let the water to fill up the driver’s cab so that the water pressure both inside and outside is equal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. Use a large plastic bag to cover the head and tight the neck closely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Keep in mind you are finding the wrong answer, so that means three of these are supposed to be correct. Since “A” is the wrong answer, I’m not sure what exactly “D” is doing grouped among the correct answers. Is it like, “Hey, I’m gonna die anyway, so I might as well put a plastic bag over my head and speed up the process!” or what?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Answer: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The sign in the picture means _______. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sf_gbOcRbJI/AAAAAAAAADY/sG9mfHTckTA/s1600-h/yield.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sf_gbRiH0ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/T-vIuFbUdhI/s1600-h/turn+left+sharply.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sf_gbRiH0ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/T-vIuFbUdhI/s1600-h/turn+left+sharply.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sf_gbOcRbJI/AAAAAAAAADY/sG9mfHTckTA/s1600-h/yield.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sf_gbOcRbJI/AAAAAAAAADY/sG9mfHTckTA/s1600-h/yield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332227242167725202" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sf_gbOcRbJI/AAAAAAAAADY/sG9mfHTckTA/s320/yield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Stop to yield&lt;br /&gt;B. Yield when crossing each other&lt;br /&gt;C. No yielding&lt;br /&gt;D. Reduce speed and yield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Is it just me, or are three of the answers the same answer? Oh ya, this one is easy, but reading road signs all in Chinese is a bit of a challenge for me…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The hand signal of the police in the picture is ______. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sf_huLKkCTI/AAAAAAAAADo/yA52KD7vyrA/s1600-h/turn+left+sharply.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332228667217283378" style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sf_huLKkCTI/AAAAAAAAADo/yA52KD7vyrA/s320/turn+left+sharply.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. A signal for turning left&lt;br /&gt;B. An auxiliary signal for turning left &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(does anyone know what an “auxiliary signal” is?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. A signal for stopping&lt;br /&gt;D. A signal for turning left sharply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Oh ya, that is SO CLEAR. How could I have NOT know what the heck that means!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;How'd&lt;/span&gt; ya do? You have to get a 90% or above to pass -- did you pass? Now imagine 100 questions in 45 minutes... ya, it was a joke... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-4736972588800991675?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/4736972588800991675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=4736972588800991675&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4736972588800991675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4736972588800991675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-your-own-chinese-drivers-license.html' title='Take Your Own Chinese Driver&apos;s License Test!'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sf_gbOcRbJI/AAAAAAAAADY/sG9mfHTckTA/s72-c/yield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-6941676801246886159</id><published>2009-05-04T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:49:47.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>So things are always changing in foreign Branches/Wards overseas. Our Branch President, Relief Society President, Primary President, District &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Counselor&lt;/span&gt;, (and others) are all moving within the next 3 months. This is worse than our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wymount&lt;/span&gt; student ward turnover! Not to mention about half the branch leaves for 2-3 months in the summertime to go back to the States while school is out. I guess it doesn't matter that we live too far away for anyone to come and bring the typical "after-baby" casserole; it looks like no one would even be in the country anymore come the end of June! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-6941676801246886159?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/6941676801246886159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=6941676801246886159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/6941676801246886159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/6941676801246886159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/05/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-3131528397983235281</id><published>2009-04-21T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:13:48.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu  -- not again!?!</title><content type='html'>Being pregnant is an interesting ride. A couple weeks ago, Sam and I were siting in church when I started to feel a little dizzy. I told Sam, but we thought we would just wait until the sacrament was over before getting up to go lay down. Bad idea. Right after the bread was passed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; passed out! Poor Sam had to try to figure out what to do and try to hold me up while I slid off the chair. Sam and another brother carried me upstairs to a bed. Church is held in a house and our congregation is not large, so pretty much everyone saw the pregnant woman get carried out of sacrament meeting. After I came to, we went to a doctor and everything was fine. Probably just a momentary fit of low blood pressure or something.&lt;br /&gt;However, last Sunday, during the sacrament (of course, when else?!)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I started to feel dizzy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;! I was so mad despite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wooziness&lt;/span&gt; because it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly like last time!&lt;/span&gt; I could not believe it was happening again at exactly the same time and exactly the same place! This time we decided not to wait for me to pass out, but to try to get up stairs first. However, standing up wasn't a good idea either, I just fainted walking instead of sitting. Once again, everyone watched while the pregnant lady was carried out of sacrament meeting and up the stairs&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! At least this time we got both the bread &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the water first...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-3131528397983235281?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/3131528397983235281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=3131528397983235281&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/3131528397983235281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/3131528397983235281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/04/deja-vu-not-again.html' title='Deja Vu  -- not again!?!'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-7613276797202565720</id><published>2009-04-21T17:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:50:05.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Opener</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Se2WS4lpJcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zykZMs3TNpk/s1600-h/Feb+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Se2WS4lpJcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zykZMs3TNpk/s320/Feb+2009+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327079185421247938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam and I were thrilled to find some tomato sauce at the store. However, upon returning home we realized we did not own a can opener. "No problem," we mused, "we will just ask a neighbor to borrow their can opener." So Sam went out to ask while I started dinner. When Sam returned, our can was open; however, I think our neighbor's idea of a can opener and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; idea of a can opener was a little different. Oh well, a 10-inch butcher knife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jammed&lt;/span&gt; through the lid works too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. I am listening to my other neighbor wail in the hall at the top of his lungs as I write this entry. Just thought you might want to know =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-7613276797202565720?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/7613276797202565720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=7613276797202565720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7613276797202565720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7613276797202565720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-opener.html' title='Can Opener'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Se2WS4lpJcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zykZMs3TNpk/s72-c/Feb+2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-2275592369742948390</id><published>2009-04-17T12:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:47:26.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the more... pleasant... parts of living in China</title><content type='html'>So, I hope everyone who reads this blog doesn't think that I hate it here. We actually are really having a blast! Its just that I usually blog about the funny/unusual things about living abroad, so just laugh with me as I laugh my way through the oddities of China! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hawking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spitting seems to be a universally uniting commonality among the Chinese. Having someone hawk up a big one and spit right in front of you is like saying "Good morning! How are you today?" I know people in the States spit too -- its just that it is usually quietly done into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kleenex&lt;/span&gt; or toilet in the privacy of the bathroom. Here, spiting is a very public thing that REQUIRES a loud, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guttural&lt;/span&gt; hawking to take place prior to discharge. If its not loud, it surly cannot be effective. Sam and I are privileged every morning during breakfast to hear our neighbor walk down the hall, hack a big one, and spit it in the hallway. It always makes my breakfast more appetizing. Everyday we pause, listen, grimace, and then laugh, shaking our heads at the life we have chosen to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake up and smell the...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another daily morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt; is walking out from our apartment, looking at the beautiful day, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inhaling&lt;/span&gt; a big fresh breath of... STENCH! I'm not sure why is must REEK to high heaven, but China is just a stinky place! It is second nature to me now to hold my breath anywhere near any and all grates in the ground. But even with this precaution, I am often out, minding my own business, when I am suddenly sucker-punched with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whiff&lt;/span&gt; of something from who knows where that makes me want to throw up the baby! China smells really bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a very long time we thought we had a mentally disabled neighbor who would come out and pace the hallway wailing, barking, whining, and otherwise making VERY strange sounds. Of course, we were understanding of anyone with a disability. However, after a few months of listening to our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;handicapped&lt;/span&gt;" neighbor, I decided I just HAD to take a peek at who he was. Upon slipping my head out the door, I was surprised to learn that this man was not disabled, but was just an old grandpa walking the halls with his baby grandchild in arms. What?! A "normal" person makes noises like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;!? And at top volume in an apartment complex with very sound-permeable walls?! On top of that, I had never before heard the baby make a noise - so his howling hardly seemed necessary to "calm" the kid. It is as though the man wails so that the child cannot think about wailing itself. I wish I had a recording so you could hear for yourself how VERY odd these sounds are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all should be asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Sam and I were all snuggled in bed ready to let sleep take us, when we heard a drum begin to beat above us. Keep in mind, its pretty late. Okay, so we try to ignore whoever is drumming upstairs. Then another sound, this time in the hall, greets our ears -- Hammering. Hammering?! Who decides to start hammering something in the hall at after 11 at night?! So after listening the the alternating bangs of the hammer and drum for a few minutes, Sam and I just looked at each other and laughed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-2275592369742948390?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/2275592369742948390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=2275592369742948390&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2275592369742948390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2275592369742948390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-of-more-pleasant-parts-of-living.html' title='Some of the more... pleasant... parts of living in China'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-102212179134353743</id><published>2009-04-13T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:47:00.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy D. Curtis, R.N.</title><content type='html'>So I am thrilled to report that I FINALLY took my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NCLEX&lt;/span&gt; (nursing registration) exam. I stayed overnight in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong on Tuesday last week with a total stranger who was kind enough to let me stay the night (You gotta love the Mormon network. I emailed one person who emailed others, and I had a place to stay within two hours of sending the first email!) I woke up at 4:30 am Wednesday, April 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (the morning of my test) and could not go back to sleep -- nerves, gotta love em. I got to the testing center with plenty of time to spare (try two hours early! The last thing I wanted was to be lost in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong when I should be testing. Maybe I over did it a little...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The testing center felt like death row:&lt;br /&gt;-I had to finger print and take a picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I went in and out of the testing room; audio and video recording was taken the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;-I had to raise my hand to go to the bathroom, and then be escorted out.&lt;br /&gt;-They would only allow me to take unwrapped cough drops in (they wouldn't even let me take naked tums in -- come on people! I'm pregnant and I NEED those tums!!)&lt;br /&gt;-They checked my mouth to make sure I wasn't eating anything upon entry.&lt;br /&gt;-They even removed my visas from my passport because they were "loose paper" and I could not have them with me - oh please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this test has anywhere from 75 to 265 questions. It just shuts off when it is 95% sure you either passed or failed. My test shut off at 75 questions and I almost cried I was so happy! I had already taken 2 hours and 40 minutes on 75 questions -- I would definitely have run out of time if I had to do 265 questions (maximum time is 6 hours). Besides, by then my pregnant body was already screaming to get out of there! So I feel so, so, SO blessed to have finished that early. So even though I still did not know if I had passed or not, I was thrilled just to be done! Anyway, I checked Friday night before I went to bed to see if my results were up, and they were not. However, Sam got up to go to the bathroom at 1 am and decided to check if the results were in. Sure enough, I passed!!! Sam refrained from waking me right then, but he did wake me in the morning with breakfast in bed. My breakfast plate had a name tag saying "Amy D. Curtis, R.N."!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-102212179134353743?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/102212179134353743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=102212179134353743&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/102212179134353743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/102212179134353743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/04/amy-d-curtis-rn.html' title='Amy D. Curtis, R.N.'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-5774139546848355804</id><published>2009-03-27T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:42:56.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empathy for Zoo Animals</title><content type='html'>So sometimes I feel a bit like a zoo animal whose only purpose in life is to be stared at. I have gotten better at ignoring stares, but sometimes it is just out of hand! For example, a couple days ago Sam and I went to the supermarket (as most normal people do), and while Sam was upstairs getting some stuff, I stayed on the first floor to buy fruit and veggies (weird, I know). There was a man who worked there sweeping floors who was totally enthralled by me. He would stand and stare as I picked out my produce. And it wasn't like he stood and stared from afar off -- he stood about 3 feet from me and moved when I moved. So as I picked my bananas, he was there. I moved to get potatoes, he was there. He never spoke to me although I asked what was up once (he didn't answer, just kept staring). When Sam returned, the man was not deterred -- just kept watching me. Its not like he was creepy or anything, I just think he thought I was quite the novelty -- such a strange creature in his grocery section!! We are told here frequently that meeting us is "fate" (the guy who cut my hair was sure it was fate; the man at a table near ours thought it was fate that we sat near each other (he then wanted to buy us a beer, and did, even though we told him we would not drink it); cab drivers, other passengers on the bus, etc. all feel meeting us is truly a providential experience!). I suppose it could be fate, but I don't really see the "fate" part from our end -- to us they are just more curious Chinese people who feel the cosmos intended us to somehow be a part of their destiny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-5774139546848355804?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/5774139546848355804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=5774139546848355804&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/5774139546848355804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/5774139546848355804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/03/empathy-for-zoo-animals.html' title='Empathy for Zoo Animals'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-7358824195393261929</id><published>2009-03-20T09:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:10:48.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caged</title><content type='html'>So, the war with our bed has a new element these days. Yes, it is still broken; and yes, we recently added another pad under my half of the bed (my birthing hips are starting to ache from the cement slab people here consider a bed). But these are just minor battles amid the war. The new tragedy of war is our mosquito net. After being eaten alive for a few weeks (by the way, the mosquitoes only eat me! I wake up with 16 new bites and Sam is unmarred like an angel. I guess I just taste better, which really is not a compliment.) Anyway, after being eaten alive, we decided to purchase a mosquito net. It has tent polls and zippers on all sides and everything; it feels like a fort sitting nicely over our entire bed. The problem comes at night. See, in order to keep the little killers out, we are also sort of trapped in. If I have to get up in the night to go to the bathroom (which happens at least once every night) I have to first orient myself enough to figure out why I cannot get out. Then I must find and unzip the zippers on my side of the tent and squeeze my rotund (we won't say fat), ungraceful, pregnant body out of the little window. Upon returning, I have to reverse the whole process. Unfortunately, the zippers wake up whichever of us did not get up in the first place. Sam is very patient with my frequent zipping. We cannot even reach over and get a drink of water without first unlocking our cage! My greatest fear is that perhaps our weapon will be used against us one night. What if, by chance, a mosquito sneaks in with us?! The little blood sucker will be trapped in Paradise with two helpless morsels to suck blood from all night. If it happens, I just hope he dies from gluttony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315270683842112450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/ScOihoN068I/AAAAAAAAAC4/J3MYQLnACUY/s320/Random+China+Stuff+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Notice the bed proped up with my NCLEX Study books)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-7358824195393261929?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/7358824195393261929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=7358824195393261929&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7358824195393261929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/7358824195393261929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/03/caged.html' title='Caged'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/ScOihoN068I/AAAAAAAAAC4/J3MYQLnACUY/s72-c/Random+China+Stuff+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-5308147696889794220</id><published>2009-03-12T10:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:09:06.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wax People</title><content type='html'>Sam and I had the opportunity to visit the Shenzhen Museum on a company fieldtrip. It was interesting to learn more about the city we live in (as much as we could from looking at picutures and diagrams, that is, because we are both still pretty much illiterate). The museum had a nice array of life-sized wax figures depicting various historical events. Anyway, at one point we were standing watching a short video clip when a little boy (about 4 or 5 years old) runs up to us and yells to his dad, "Are they real or fake?!?" He started to hold out his little finger to poke Sam. At this point we started to move, and the little boy about fell out of his skin with shock that we were, in fact, real! Come to think of it, the only other foreigners &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; saw in the museum that day were wax British soldiers shown invading China. I guess I can see where he got confused :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312132561258199618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sbh8a2mUukI/AAAAAAAAACo/5rMeisrwA8g/s320/IMAGE_192.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, I could be a wax person :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-5308147696889794220?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/5308147696889794220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=5308147696889794220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/5308147696889794220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/5308147696889794220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/03/wax-people.html' title='Wax People'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/Sbh8a2mUukI/AAAAAAAAACo/5rMeisrwA8g/s72-c/IMAGE_192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-8081473544420877607</id><published>2009-03-02T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:17:44.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder</title><content type='html'>Sam and I comitted a murder today. Well, actually, I was the one who actually did the dirty deed, but Sam disposed of the corpse. Place: our bedroom. Weapon: my shoe. Victim: a huge cockroach! This is the first (and I hope last) sighting of the dread creatures in our abode. Maybe the example we made of him will instill enough fear and dread in the others that they will not rear their ugly heads here again. I doubt it. That tactic may work in China, but I doubt it works among the insect-kind. Well, I guess we will see. I hope I don't have to kill again, because with the size of that sucker it really did feel more like homicide than merely squashing a bug...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-8081473544420877607?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/8081473544420877607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=8081473544420877607&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/8081473544420877607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/8081473544420877607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/03/murder.html' title='Murder'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-456276761887810403</id><published>2009-02-24T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:11:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SaO4nM72fjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Kq_n-htG6zk/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306287769599245874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SaO4nM72fjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Kq_n-htG6zk/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam and I are are thrilled to announce that at our 20-week ultrasound check we found out we are having a girl! We pretty much already have her name picked out, but we only ever call her by her Chinese name -- Try pronouncing this one: xia xi (sounds like "sha shee"). Don't worry, she has an English name, we will just call her xia xi here =). "Xia" means "summer" and also "Eve". "Xi" means "hope". So her Chinese name means "summer hope" or "Eve of hope". She looks healthy and everything seems to be developing according to plan. If you cannot figure out the ultrasound picture, I will try to explain. We are looking at a profile shot of her head. She has her mouth open and her hand up by her face. Isn't she beautiful!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-456276761887810403?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/456276761887810403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=456276761887810403&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/456276761887810403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/456276761887810403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-girl.html' title='Its a girl!'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SaO4nM72fjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Kq_n-htG6zk/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-4481640118097178249</id><published>2009-02-10T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:28:21.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFGreDD-XI/AAAAAAAAABo/Sp2EIrFuSxM/s1600-h/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(46).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301095949006010738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFGreDD-XI/AAAAAAAAABo/Sp2EIrFuSxM/s320/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(46).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who knew we would see Yao Ming in Hong Kong!? Actually, this is Yao Ming's actual height (although not his actual proportions =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFGK0doaVI/AAAAAAAAABg/rlvLDW-1DT4/s1600-h/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(18).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301095388087347538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFGK0doaVI/AAAAAAAAABg/rlvLDW-1DT4/s320/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(18).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The temple in Hong Kong was a huge hightlight of our trip there. It is beautiful! We stayed in temple housing for one night. This picture was taken from inside the gates of the temple hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFGKr0ssUI/AAAAAAAAABY/qo7vo6WSQgc/s1600-h/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(31).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301095385768177986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFGKr0ssUI/AAAAAAAAABY/qo7vo6WSQgc/s320/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(31).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the other place we stayed in Hong Kong -- a real Chinese hotel (complete with bed like concrete). The room was so small we could barely walk past one another without climbing on the bed. We were lucky enough to have the room next to the cat's abode. We hear our felion friend meow long into the night =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFGKkDElII/AAAAAAAAABQ/Rw4JLkD4qYE/s1600-h/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(41).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301095383680980098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFGKkDElII/AAAAAAAAABQ/Rw4JLkD4qYE/s320/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(41).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Amy inside one of the fountains at the Hong Kong botanical garden. The garden was truly beautiful! This is a tropical island, after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFGKmbZ98I/AAAAAAAAABI/Bx_b2-pJU24/s1600-h/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301095384319915970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFGKmbZ98I/AAAAAAAAABI/Bx_b2-pJU24/s320/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Amy in front of the Church Headquarters in HK. This building happens to be on the most expensive piece of land the church owns =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-4481640118097178249?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/4481640118097178249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=4481640118097178249&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4481640118097178249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4481640118097178249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/02/hong-kong-trip.html' title='Hong Kong Trip'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFGreDD-XI/AAAAAAAAABo/Sp2EIrFuSxM/s72-c/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(46).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-8048054258858502236</id><published>2009-02-05T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:09:07.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreigner!!!</title><content type='html'>So walking home just now I passed a group of children playing outside. They noticed me and started staring and pointing. One little boy (about 5 or 6 yrs old), stood up, pointed, and yelled "A foreigner! It's so scary! It really looks so scary!!" I laughed in my heart because I understood every word. (Am I scary? Maybe the blue eyes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair count as scary...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-8048054258858502236?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/8048054258858502236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=8048054258858502236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/8048054258858502236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/8048054258858502236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/02/foreigner.html' title='Foreigner!!!'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-8522269693009307347</id><published>2009-02-04T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:00:08.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for a Hospital</title><content type='html'>So, since we are having a baby in June, we thought it of utmost priority to find a hospital that was suitable for delivering this little one. They have babies in China, right? So this will probably be no problem. Well, Sam and I set out to visit several hospitals. The first one we visited we met a fiend of a friend who is a doctor there. He showed us around and tried to answer our questions. He showed me the medication room on the maternity floor. They had Normal Saline and D-5 NS. That's it. For those of you who do not work in the medical field, those two "drugs" do nothing more than rehydrate. Our doctor friend then got me permission to enter the delivery room. I was informed that men were not allowed to witness the birth, so Sam could not be with me. After pushing it a little more, they said he could be there &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; if no other women were there delivering (the likelihood of that happening in a city of 16 million people is I'm sure pretty slim). Anyway, I was also told that it gets busy sometimes and I might have to deliver in the hallway anyway (I guess Sam could be with me there, right?). Okay. Next hospital. The next place we went was the women's specialty hospital. Upon entering I observed a small child being helped to pee in the plants next to the door. We then waded through a sea of people to the restroom. Just outside the bathroom, I observed a grandparent help a small child to poop in a bucket (why not walk 3 feet to the bathroom? I don't know). The bathrooms had only squatter toilets, no soap and no toilet paper. For whatever reason we still went up to the Maternity floor. It was so crowded I could not even get any one's attention to ask any questions. We left. But don't worry, upon leaving I saw another child squat and leave a gift right there on the marble steps leading out. Upon returning to the car, I was informed by our driver that "having a baby is a very simple thing". I said "according to men". And he replied that, no really, it is a very simple thing. I felt like punching him (you shouldn't tell any woman, but certainly not a nurse that!), but I just smiled and got in the car. Anyway, after making a few more visits and phone calls we have decided to deliver in Hong Kong -- I feel much better now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-8522269693009307347?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/8522269693009307347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=8522269693009307347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/8522269693009307347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/8522269693009307347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/02/searching-for-hospital.html' title='Searching for a Hospital'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-2411246666614319854</id><published>2009-02-04T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:32:35.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bed (continued...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFlxZaD79I/AAAAAAAAABw/86f8Eq_GkyA/s1600-h/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(69).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301130135699976146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFlxZaD79I/AAAAAAAAABw/86f8Eq_GkyA/s320/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(69).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the latest in our bed saga was the arrival of the repairman. His tools consisted of: a hammer. He beat the heck out of our bed for about fifteen minutes and then concluded the same thing that we concluded, "Its broken". Right. So our bed still slants and is currently supported by several rolls of toilet paper that are starting to bow under the weight. Its so ridiculous that I just have to laugh instead of get upset. (I might not laugh, however, if we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awoken&lt;/span&gt; one night plummeting to the ground with the final surrender of the last toilet paper roll!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-2411246666614319854?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/2411246666614319854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=2411246666614319854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2411246666614319854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2411246666614319854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/02/bed-continued.html' title='The bed (continued...)'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SwNjU-3u9L0/SZFlxZaD79I/AAAAAAAAABw/86f8Eq_GkyA/s72-c/HK+Chinese+New+Year004+(69).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-2200452536031574697</id><published>2009-01-16T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:59:36.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Public Bathrooms</title><content type='html'>A few things I have learned about Chinese public bathrooms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hold your breath (that's all I'm going to say about that).&lt;br /&gt;- Look in every stall before you select one. You may get lucky and find a western-sitting-toilet.&lt;br /&gt;- McDonald's in China still has western toilets!!&lt;br /&gt;- Bring some tissue in your pocket (just in case TP is not supplied).&lt;br /&gt;- Turn on the water BEFORE you put soap on your hands. Walking around with a blob of soap in your hands because the water doesn't turn on... not sure what to do about that.&lt;br /&gt;- Have sanitizer handy (in case there is no soap at all).&lt;br /&gt;- The "No Smoking" sign really means "Please, come smoke in the bathroom!"&lt;br /&gt;- Don't worry about bad words being scribbled on the stalls -- if there are some, I can't read them! (One of the ONLY times being illiterate is a plus!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-2200452536031574697?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/2200452536031574697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=2200452536031574697&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2200452536031574697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/2200452536031574697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-public-bathrooms.html' title='Chinese Public Bathrooms'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-3360568263618109812</id><published>2009-01-16T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:32:02.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious Procession</title><content type='html'>Today I was just plugging away at my computer at work, when I heard what sounded like a band of pots and pans banging outside. We all gathered at the window to see a long procession of worshipers dressed all in red and carrying something (it was hard for me to see what). My fellow employees said that they were taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ancestors&lt;/span&gt; home. I'm not sure what that means. My fellow employees seemed to think it was silly or foolish, but I think that kind of devotion and respect is beautiful. We haven't seen much (or any) religious activity here in China before today (besides in our own branch, or course), so for me it was nice to see that religion is not totally dead here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-3360568263618109812?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/3360568263618109812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=3360568263618109812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/3360568263618109812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/3360568263618109812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/01/religious-procession.html' title='Religious Procession'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-1560624101585065152</id><published>2009-01-08T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:49:37.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sam and I woke up at a little after 4 am on Friday morning (January 2, 2009) to get ready and catch our flight for China. Since I have been pregnant I've been kinda sick, so I was really concerned about our 15 hour flight to Hong Kong (airplane bathrooms are kind of small, especially if one is trying to face the toilet instead of sit on it). The flight turned out to be not too bad in the end (I only threw up in the morning and then the the last couple hours of the flight). Once we reached Hong Kong and made it through customs, we immediately hit the road for Shenzhen - another hour and a half north east of Hong Kong in a car. Once we arrived in Shenzhen and got to our living complex, we were taken to our apartment. I was SO ready to just hit the sack! At that point we had been up for over 28 hours and my pregnant, tired, and hungry body was pretty spent. Upon entering our apartment, however, I was faced with a few shocks. First, it was freezing cold (what happened to the whole "tropical climate" thing?!) Second, the whole place was really dirty -- but that is okay, we can clean. Our "two room" apartment turned out to be one room and an entry (I guess the entry is the other room?). No problem. We can handle that. The next room we saw was the kitchen (I had thought it was a laundry closet). The kitchen consisted of a cold narrow tiled room with a small opaque window up high in the wall, a tile counter, and a small square sink with only one faucet (cold water only, of course). Okay. Next door: Balcony - we will do our laundry out there. Next door: bathroom... sort of... there is no bath of course. And the shower consists of a shower head sticking out of a pipe that just sprays into the middle of the small room. No shower curtain or door or divider - the water just sprays all over the room. (At this point I wasn't sure if I didn't want to just get back on the plane...) The only faucet in the bathroom is of course cold water only, but at least we have a western toilet! (I think a hole in the ground would have send me into labor, at only 15 weeks along!) Anyway, the last room we saw was our bedroom. And, THERE WAS A BED!!! Oh, I was so excited! It had pillows and sheets and a comforter and a bed!! All I wanted to do was lay down, get warm and sleep forever! That bed was the whole apartment's saving grace!  So without delay, that's what I did. I got my tired, hungry, shivering body into the bed. It was the whole reason I did not lose it right there. It was even okay that the bed was as hard as asphalt -- it was a bed at least! I snuggled into the covers trying &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to think about where we were living. "At least we have a bed!" I thought to myself. It didn't matter that we had no hot water, or oven, or stove top, or shower curtain, or heat -- at least we had a bed! So as Sam got in the bed too, I was practically asleep already trying to think about only the bed. We snuggled together trying to get warm, when it happened -- our bed broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-1560624101585065152?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/1560624101585065152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=1560624101585065152&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1560624101585065152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/1560624101585065152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/01/bed.html' title='The Bed'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503723709930146250.post-4509706753871003899</id><published>2009-01-08T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:44:05.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I promised to make a blog for Sam and I once we moved to China. Well, we're here in Shenzhen, China now and I thought I better hurry and actually make this blog or by the time I do we won't have any friends left because I haven't kept in touch. Hope its not too boring, and if it is, don't read it. I'll just enjoy writing down all the funny/strange/cool things we experience here =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503723709930146250-4509706753871003899?l=samycurtis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/feeds/4509706753871003899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503723709930146250&amp;postID=4509706753871003899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4509706753871003899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503723709930146250/posts/default/4509706753871003899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samycurtis.blogspot.com/2009/01/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>AmyCurtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10259645154425759689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
