tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343492045146515982024-02-07T19:29:57.823-06:00The Ingraldi FamilyWe're a happy family of four, one dog, and one cat.The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-61029763876498516752009-07-05T19:13:00.004-05:002009-07-08T11:52:22.281-05:00Best Pie EverI saw this recipe in my Taste of Home magazine and knew Michael would love it. I made it for him and we had a piece tonight. If there was one thing I was going to blow my diet for, it is this. This pie recipe took second place in the Refrigerator/Freezer category at the Great American Pie Show in Branson, MO. It's pure bliss.<br /><br /><div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Frosty Coffee Pie<br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76g8wKJeC4_tqtGbidlUtVshR_ZQVpkKXOqnkdHB-Y0ObCXyg0nvDz3iZbQ01gisIsartUhNCvwOLd-V6xt6Wtwy0SA3PqMUjOKCEfLCYyK25md6MX5Ha38WNs9trt70si2sbecGATJ8/s1600-h/exps45761_TH1443685D38A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355134774087840546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76g8wKJeC4_tqtGbidlUtVshR_ZQVpkKXOqnkdHB-Y0ObCXyg0nvDz3iZbQ01gisIsartUhNCvwOLd-V6xt6Wtwy0SA3PqMUjOKCEfLCYyK25md6MX5Ha38WNs9trt70si2sbecGATJ8/s320/exps45761_TH1443685D38A.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ingredients: <ul class="recipe-ingredients" style="Z-INDEX: 3000"><li class="ingredient">1/4 cup hot fudge ice cream topping, warmed</li><li class="ingredient">1 chocolate crumb crust (9 inches)</li><li class="ingredient">3 cups coffee ice cream, softened</li><li class="ingredient">1 package (5.9 ounces) instant chocolate pudding mix</li><li class="ingredient">1/2 cup cold strong brewed coffee</li><li class="ingredient">1/4 cup cold milk</li><li class="ingredient">1-3/4 cups whipped topping</li><li class="ingredient">1 cup marshmallow creme</li><li class="ingredient">1/4 cup miniature semisweet chocolate chips</li></ul><h4>Directions: </h4><span id="ctl00_ctl00_MainContent_MainContent_RecipeRightColumn1_lblMethod">Spread ice cream topping into crust. In a large bowl, beat the ice cream, pudding mix, coffee and milk until blended; spoon into crust.<br />In another bowl, combine the whipped topping and marshmallow creme; spread over top. Sprinkle with chocolate chips. Cover and freeze until firm.<b> Yield: </b>8 servings.</span>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-84389777043063950132009-07-02T22:01:00.002-05:002009-07-02T22:15:38.715-05:00WeedsThe other night while pulling weeds from the yard, the task went from being arduous, painful, and annoying to somehow spiritual. That was the last place I suspected I would see a correlation between weeds and how God must see our lives sometimes. In our yard, we tend to get these weeds that go on for feet at a time, sometimes 4 feet long as they snake through the grass and mingle with everything in their path. It didn't matter where I was pulling these weeds from, a rock bed, sand or grass - these weeds were persistent. So as I pulled with all my might on some, even using the claw of a hammer to get one out, and others gently lifted from their roots, I began to think if this is how God sees sin in our lives. A tangled mess. Persistent. Annoying. Downright frustrating. Even when there was a barrier to stop the weeds, i.e. black tarp paper or plastic edging, the weeds found their way into the area. So, this is what I thought about the correlation of sin and weeds: no matter how hard we try to "weed" proof our lives, we much constantly be pulling and pruning the weeds that creep in. I know I am guilty of living the "Christian" way but often times forgetting to edify my relationship with God with time in prayer and scripture. So my lesson from my night of pulling weeds, that I am sharing, is that I am going to dust off my bible and take the time to pray, and try to prune a little more often - both in my life and in my yard.<br /><br />PS - my legs are killing me from squatting and bending over but in the end, it was worth it to see a clear area that I knew needed a good cleaning, much like my heart.The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-27108178985852216342009-05-31T15:06:00.001-05:002009-05-31T15:12:21.889-05:00Preschool Graduation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpyMPUWzosYmGAdxdJSCZ_kzxTqpzuBH1kfUS78EPHzs7JCev7wuQ8OQnSPx0LiQcv6sTSIJ5mNFIQxGPiU9avCMfm2G2rf2XG_-iMkCwAazg2SX-myEKUHJqDTlygSEveF9I6t1sc-g/s1600-h/DSC03589.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpyMPUWzosYmGAdxdJSCZ_kzxTqpzuBH1kfUS78EPHzs7JCev7wuQ8OQnSPx0LiQcv6sTSIJ5mNFIQxGPiU9avCMfm2G2rf2XG_-iMkCwAazg2SX-myEKUHJqDTlygSEveF9I6t1sc-g/s320/DSC03589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342083332551963954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsUchwlbPQW50tOoB5uC1VByXxZffSPk-L1tBnubvpyx1jxlL0mXTnf0MH7p75k5Se7Ht1UQnNYGSi7xC4EZ_jIKOKhdLleiQh_9V07907fiaeklo9K-UWtVlsk-qe5439_mFVn4r8P_I/s1600-h/DSC03580.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsUchwlbPQW50tOoB5uC1VByXxZffSPk-L1tBnubvpyx1jxlL0mXTnf0MH7p75k5Se7Ht1UQnNYGSi7xC4EZ_jIKOKhdLleiQh_9V07907fiaeklo9K-UWtVlsk-qe5439_mFVn4r8P_I/s320/DSC03580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342083327361872690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6YPPQGtB5jckVg3V1yonKhIeve8inda0HR8H6ht_mMizoAnebdy_0o1UIP56uaGVP9if6QQxYDEQ8IU9PRTR1OZalNBU7JQFsJrfRJwht_EIxCQLODFcDkTc_kFsleHRGHfn6R_JJjU/s1600-h/DSC03575.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6YPPQGtB5jckVg3V1yonKhIeve8inda0HR8H6ht_mMizoAnebdy_0o1UIP56uaGVP9if6QQxYDEQ8IU9PRTR1OZalNBU7JQFsJrfRJwht_EIxCQLODFcDkTc_kFsleHRGHfn6R_JJjU/s320/DSC03575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342083321016883778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOw_wa3rcekO-yw-nAc-kME27lICrlyZv1rVkGF9BmcrFQeyEiFKLBqkF9mzPHVwbOfOwPjCNetCgvRGxAeW_x9EBxE3sSbNTmCSLnB1v4tNd4suTB9TU5XR7GwHB1X0kGuyj4O_SSugo/s1600-h/DSC03560.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOw_wa3rcekO-yw-nAc-kME27lICrlyZv1rVkGF9BmcrFQeyEiFKLBqkF9mzPHVwbOfOwPjCNetCgvRGxAeW_x9EBxE3sSbNTmCSLnB1v4tNd4suTB9TU5XR7GwHB1X0kGuyj4O_SSugo/s320/DSC03560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342083320195271602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiswqAZnTPtK8VT3i77PupfU3KBNuPpTmR7dgQBj1E7N3p3i-f-i4-qmt3go6psOgzPxx1kN6bNt3_pk_fhlssnnH7NyfNa6ZhwQ8-ay0J1-9tvzDXkVeFMqMNRIXpel5PXmPRSK-TMofM/s1600-h/DSC03552.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiswqAZnTPtK8VT3i77PupfU3KBNuPpTmR7dgQBj1E7N3p3i-f-i4-qmt3go6psOgzPxx1kN6bNt3_pk_fhlssnnH7NyfNa6ZhwQ8-ay0J1-9tvzDXkVeFMqMNRIXpel5PXmPRSK-TMofM/s320/DSC03552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342083312203888786" border="0" /></a>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-90642364720983616782009-05-31T14:54:00.002-05:002009-05-31T15:06:48.460-05:00Updates<div style="text-align: center;">Since I have been so lacking in posting, I decided to put my facebook updates on here so those of you who don't have facebook can see what you are missing out on:<br /><br />May 8<br />Apparently it is really fun to pull my hand mixer all over the kitchen, perhaps I should try it sometime, Ava seems to love it.<span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"></span><br /><br />May 9<br />just potted 30 plants then the dog came on the deck bleeding from the mouth, so my deck looks like the Little Shop of Horrors!<br /><br />watching SNL with my hubby. First time I have spent time with him all weekend. Only 10 more months of school left!<br /><br />May 10<br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>really needs to clean my house before the appraiser comes on Wednesday afternoon!<br /><br />May 12<br />watching Biggest Loser finale. I should be totally inspired but instead I ate a few reese's<br />pieces/choc. chip cookies I made tonight.<br /><br />May 13<br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>Not a fan of Kati attempting to sneak everything lately. If I say no, then she says she will just sneak it anyway. ugh!<br /><br />May 16<br />to much drama!<br /><br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>in bed, feeling crappy, want to watch a movie on the laptop but it isn't cooperating, maybe I should just sleep.<br /><br />May 17<br />prepping for preschool graduation tomorrow. I'm excited for her but also sad. I want to keep her little forever.<br /><br />May 18<br />back from preschool graduation, now off to the park to play!<br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span><br />is having a good day off with my girls. Now, I am off to the allergy doctor.<br /><br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>is wondering how to stop the bunnies from eating my impatients that isn't Elmer Fudd style - anyone have any ideas? They only eat the pink & white striped ones and leave the plain pink ones alone.<br /><br />May 19<br />Has a sick baby with a temp of 102! Poor baby.<br /><br />May 20<br />hanging out with Kati watching Full House.<br /><br />May 21<br />working on my self evaluation for work - ugh - I hate this!<br /><br />May 22<br />happy to have a new PINK bike! Lord, please protect me as I relearn how to ride a bike again for the first time in a decade!<br /><br />May 23<br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>is taking Kati to her first Sweet and Sassy birthday party for a friend and then I am planning to use the next 2 1/2 hours for cleaning. I need a house cleaner.<br /><br />May 24<br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>is excited to find out the bikes we bought 2 days ago went on sale for $40 less per bike. We are on our way to reclaim $80! The Target guy told us to save our receipts and watch the ads for the next 2 weeks to get the price match - glad he did!<br /><br />May 25<br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>is off to a good start today. Kati let me sleep in a little and the baby is still asleep!<br /><br />Thanks to all the American Soldiers who serve/have served this great country. God Bless You.<br /><br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>is watching Marley and Me with kati for the 2nd time, hopefully I won't cry like a baby this time.<br /><br />is thinking I miss my hubby even though he is in the house (studying). The school/work thing accounts for 98% of his day. only 10 more months though. I am really proud of him, I am just having a pity party for myself.<br /><br />May 26<br />the baby is biting at the backs of my legs and booty as I try to facebook!!!!<br /><br />May 27<br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>is excited to watch Wipeout with Michael and Kati tonight and also wonders why my tummy has been hurting so badly lately.<br /><br />May 28<br />thinks 5 year olds are very dramatic, at least mine is. :sigh:<br /><br />is getting ready to watch a movie with my hubby!!! Woohoo for quality time together!<br /><br />May 29<br />is putting the pool up for the summer. Let us know when you want to come for a swim!<br /><br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>wonders how long my neighbors feet will be green from mowing in high heeled open toed sandals?? hm... interesting choice of mowing footwear.<br /><br />May 30<br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>just caught Kati and the dog playing tug of war over a lollipop! She did fess up that she was allowing the dog to have licks to try it.<br /><br />May 31<br /><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>is thinking my head really hurts. The light globe from a ceiling fan fell off and my head took a direct hit.<br /></div>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-85638074464965689442009-02-26T21:29:00.004-06:002009-02-26T21:49:38.388-06:00Last Day as a 4 year old.I am sad and in denial that my little girl is becoming such a big girl. Kati will be 5 years old tomorrow. I am happy and sad. Five seems like such a huge deal, especially to her. It's hard to believe that years ago tonight I sat in the hospital laboring for 25 hours. She has grown up so much. Luckily, she is my cuddler so even though she doesn't fit in my arms anymore, she still likes to be held by them.<br /><br />We made cupcakes tonight for her preschool class tomorrow morning. She used three different kinds of sprinkles and had to do a pattern. She is so excited to be turning 5, I am in denial but it will be here no matter how long I want to keep her little.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWU43xSdK8DOnDRN2ZMi2-JsaG8vbxDQh2612y2cASkvEdpApw5Y9JxUqKUzlyhJ99ryMjvokgVmoSZVJO41nEQofd7HMwP2Nkn-iqyyHZK_EK3N-AafBMDF3me_-HKGH9GBxKZNXufo/s1600-h/DSC02946.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWU43xSdK8DOnDRN2ZMi2-JsaG8vbxDQh2612y2cASkvEdpApw5Y9JxUqKUzlyhJ99ryMjvokgVmoSZVJO41nEQofd7HMwP2Nkn-iqyyHZK_EK3N-AafBMDF3me_-HKGH9GBxKZNXufo/s320/DSC02946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307316523955643730" border="0" /></a>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-45201563018767875252009-02-23T15:48:00.003-06:002009-02-23T16:18:42.018-06:00YAHOO!Do you <a href="http://www.yahoo.com/">YAHOO!? </a>I do now! I will have to try to stop using Google so much now. As of Friday, my husband is once again gainfully employed! You might wonder what he'll be doing - I wish I really knew (and so does he). He will be titled "Small Business Associate." We don't know what that entails really but we are excited for his first day of work March 9th! (Well, I am excited as I can be.) It will be great to have more income but I will be sad that he isn't home with the girls. He has done an amazing job! Both girls love having their daddy around, but I am sure he will be glad to have a structure to his day that doesn't involve PBS, dirty diapers, or screaming children! He has been a HUGE help to me these past few months. He has completely redesigned our garage (!) and he has done all the laundry, and any other tasks that I have asked of him. When <a href="http://ingraldifamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/changes.html">this</a> totally could have shattered a man's ego, he has totally stepped up to the plate and made me proud. It has been a long 5 months of low wage or no wage. We have made it though. We still have another month of scraping to get by, and this one will be the hardest yet. <br /><br />The amazing thing about the past five months is that I am really incredibly grateful for it. Why you ask:<br />1. Michael has been able to spend amazing time with his girls.<br />2. It has really enabled me to focus on my new job and get accustomed to it, without having to worry about what time I had to be at work or leave to pick the girls up.<br />3. I am grateful to our friends, <a href="http://doorswithintegrity.com/">Bob and Robyn</a>, who gave Michael a job to help us get by for a few months. If you need any garage door business in the Omaha metro area - Bob is your man!<br />3. This is probably the biggest, it has taught us so much about financial responsibility. It's not that we didn't know much before but I think our eyes were closed to a lot of the extra expenses we wasted. <br />4. Maybe this is the biggest! God has been SO present. I can look back and see how he had his hand on all of this. The biggest indication of it all is that <a href="http://kainfamily-lisa.blogspot.com/">Aunt Lisa</a>, our beloved aunt and babysitter, has been having some major health problems for almost the past year. Michael lost his job right when she needed the break the most. Now, thankfully, she is getting better after identifying the right diagnosis and is all ready for the girls again! Kati has spent at least 4-5 days a week at her house since she was 6 weeks old. We love Aunt Lisa, affectionately named Sasa by Kati when she was younger, and the name stuck so much that we all call her that.<br /><br />So we are thankful for MANY things that have happened through this journey. We look forward to what lies ahead, knowing full well that God is in control of it all. Thanks to all who have prayed for us and supported us. Your love, support, and friendship is humbling.The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-44539660077675704102009-01-29T19:46:00.002-06:002009-01-29T19:58:21.969-06:00Picture Update: Cute & Silly<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-dh2_S3IMr2XqWiHMRj3jqwDbD6PXWRAUO4V-ApGKjiE6JqlgtMaxhLYKZ4Zk-kwY7Y0E7OzhXJOM8yIpWV8Jci5RzdJG9Kp1Lx4zP9Nkd9k52n9hA3fDDclwv3yVXJgIzRGots7-_s/s1600-h/DSC02798.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-dh2_S3IMr2XqWiHMRj3jqwDbD6PXWRAUO4V-ApGKjiE6JqlgtMaxhLYKZ4Zk-kwY7Y0E7OzhXJOM8yIpWV8Jci5RzdJG9Kp1Lx4zP9Nkd9k52n9hA3fDDclwv3yVXJgIzRGots7-_s/s320/DSC02798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296899431667339058" border="0" /></a><br />Kati loves to dress herself. Most of the time she does a great job, others - she ends up like this :-)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZc8lW0maUmMgrvQUGOy6ZSY0HeWdyi_-C1magZEAUX3Kv38Tld1ax-Jk4YzFFopS2kmh6z6590qEsUox2QvdoDCGdiZyXbGmT_gzKROTp4xDYjlys5WvIXwtE7Q55uPayymNfSuKFKN4/s1600-h/DSC02449.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZc8lW0maUmMgrvQUGOy6ZSY0HeWdyi_-C1magZEAUX3Kv38Tld1ax-Jk4YzFFopS2kmh6z6590qEsUox2QvdoDCGdiZyXbGmT_gzKROTp4xDYjlys5WvIXwtE7Q55uPayymNfSuKFKN4/s320/DSC02449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296899431717372866" border="0" /></a><br />She is a cute girl and she has a thing for the hat to the side.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtK38s5ewbBQdge678noHHnohFGkMg5APm-dnUJ1aMPmYzoqcdh5PuaYowMaO_eVy0zCiHyLfq-4EsQTcC73bfsDnKu01HMJLOadK1we87-3GiPaZXzkitmaT16hJn8nJ-jD1WQF-iFbw/s1600-h/DSC02748.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtK38s5ewbBQdge678noHHnohFGkMg5APm-dnUJ1aMPmYzoqcdh5PuaYowMaO_eVy0zCiHyLfq-4EsQTcC73bfsDnKu01HMJLOadK1we87-3GiPaZXzkitmaT16hJn8nJ-jD1WQF-iFbw/s320/DSC02748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296899427403975586" border="0" /></a>This is Ava's new face when I try to take pictures of her. Silly girl.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMLZQG6SPIqM2wy8NS2tT5-mWeafsoG1u-WdcYaesbqbvSb-OTSR_FT2fUQHHuDYzyo8xVJvRsLqmFtuXyW57Dc954QNzRAmCprTiOW_sxYyHFBpnE3ZLEztE1Y-Zr2QEDqHzd5DawQI/s1600-h/DSC02446.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMLZQG6SPIqM2wy8NS2tT5-mWeafsoG1u-WdcYaesbqbvSb-OTSR_FT2fUQHHuDYzyo8xVJvRsLqmFtuXyW57Dc954QNzRAmCprTiOW_sxYyHFBpnE3ZLEztE1Y-Zr2QEDqHzd5DawQI/s320/DSC02446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296899418877989010" border="0" /></a>A rare picture of her not being silly! She is a VERY ornery girl who keeps me very busy.<br /></div>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-68698871637758767192008-12-10T12:57:00.002-06:002008-12-10T13:13:42.895-06:00Blogger NeglectIt's official folks, I am guilty of blog neglect. I cannot believe it has been 3 months since I last blogged. Life has been busy to say the least. My new job keeps me way busier than I ever thought possible, there is no time to be bored, let along blog! I used to blog during lunch breaks but I don't know what those are anymore. That's not to say I am not enjoying my job because I do. My mom pointed out that in my previous post I say I have a new job but haven't said what it is or what I do. So, in short, I am the lead Medical Staff Specialist for a local hospital in Omaha. I work exclusively for the physicians and whatever they need, but more specifically forthe physician executive board and act a psuedo liason between Administration and Medical Staff. It is a good job. As hard as I work, I do have more flexible hours and see the kids more most evenings than I have in the past. It is a very big job and feels bigger than I can handle at times, but I AM doing it well - one day at a time!<br /><br />Life has presented some challenges but we are still blessed. We know that God has the bigger picture and keep trusting him for guidance and his providence in our lives! Michael is working for a friend of our who owns his own garage door business. It is hard manly work. Not that he wasn't used to hard work but it is a different level of hard work. We're talking in the cold all the time, either cold temperatures or sub zero freezers. He likes the work and likes his co-workers but it is very hard for him and for the girls and I for him to be away so much. He is still looking for other employment. We are MOST grateful to our friends, Bob and Robyn, for giving him this opportunity when we desperately needed it. We are praying for special guidance right now for Friday morning.<br /><br />In September, Michael tested for the local law enforcement and was asked to submit his personal history packet to the Bellevue PD. He turned it in and got a letter saying that his application wasn't going forward at this time. He called and asked what the problem was and was told he hadn't submitted copies of his driver's license and other documentation. The Leutienant was very gracious and said he could bring it in this Friday at 10am for a short interview. So... we don't know what will happen next but we pray that God will open the door if it is his plan for our lives. We shall see. <br /><br />The girls are getting so big. I will post pics later of them. <br /><br />Please keep us all in your prayers! I know there are plenty of people who are far worse situations, but we would appreciate your prayers.The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-15736859072424520972008-09-16T16:11:00.005-05:002008-09-16T20:57:58.708-05:00Changes -Change. No this is not a plug for Barack Obama, I wouldn't be caught dead. Anyway, political feelings aside, change has been the theme of the month. My last update was about a month ago, I am sad to say. This summer has been very busy and change has touched almost every aspect of our lives lately. God is up to something, but I have yet to figure it all out yet. <div> </div><br /><div>One thing that has changed is our girls are getting so big! Kati started preschool on Aug 11, and even though this deserved a post all of its own, I didn't get there. (Much like the pictures that I have not gotten done of the girls.)<br /><br />Kati loves preschool! That is an understatement because she LOVES preschool. She is learning to read and doing very well. Recently, we read a book and she read 9 out of 11 words that were on the page. I am proud of her. She loves to learn. I hope that is a quality she will always posess.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwG5dj-SDwBKjAZqakMCb3664_0jLKKcE8zVGvokIE3I0GYwG5qAJyCvaW-ANtp0s2boQNt3fvU7LB3WsGJSNYpvDcOnXMqCWplvhPxRVe5Ug-_aev8hqLQmmRs_pUmjWTFgSGBQFcAmI/s1600-h/DSC01836.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwG5dj-SDwBKjAZqakMCb3664_0jLKKcE8zVGvokIE3I0GYwG5qAJyCvaW-ANtp0s2boQNt3fvU7LB3WsGJSNYpvDcOnXMqCWplvhPxRVe5Ug-_aev8hqLQmmRs_pUmjWTFgSGBQFcAmI/s320/DSC01836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246802659659817666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQAY6a57hq96zzeIuMRAMMUUutqnEDnNsNbm6JBzX1Pvwy-zBiC8dooODrcAhSiIxYMR2jKq5Fu6DURXdG24dCfVQISUeRcwHzqk4oxiGrHdj-DPiW-Hm4bxuOxqPi-FVXQb5L1bo5Uc/s1600-h/DSC01838.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQAY6a57hq96zzeIuMRAMMUUutqnEDnNsNbm6JBzX1Pvwy-zBiC8dooODrcAhSiIxYMR2jKq5Fu6DURXdG24dCfVQISUeRcwHzqk4oxiGrHdj-DPiW-Hm4bxuOxqPi-FVXQb5L1bo5Uc/s320/DSC01838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246802666571764386" border="0" /></a><div> </div><br /><div> </div>Ava is 9 months old now and growing very very quickly. She is wearing 18 month clothing. It's a little much for me. It seems like she was just my little baby who cuddled, but now she wants to be on the floor and crawling around into everything. We vacuum a lot more now! She is eating some jarred foods, but I am giving her more grown up foods. She loved the fruit and veggie puffs too. I think she will be walking soon.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmAPHtT48xP-wzip0ffcto9e1lizsGFiK_p5cNLib-IwqIKcIGmW80l_73AYuhrAB_YU6r5pp1A7xgNPDLEiThCHlwUOSMDmWe1vuXNJXFWBcj_oNUcp5zNijoG8vPNzCaGnK_x_2gMQ/s1600-h/DSC01882.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmAPHtT48xP-wzip0ffcto9e1lizsGFiK_p5cNLib-IwqIKcIGmW80l_73AYuhrAB_YU6r5pp1A7xgNPDLEiThCHlwUOSMDmWe1vuXNJXFWBcj_oNUcp5zNijoG8vPNzCaGnK_x_2gMQ/s320/DSC01882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246802679119488834" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9uNuhDwUKutPsrtv7mz88OHFzSC6-mkPlhGnuUzQIxH7-aXBx-8lPlc4ddoVXGwQWhuJhoaOZvBWSfddnNtbxIwkousVLOZuU5JUXeBVTkpjWUo6_jggCiqrBIPwS86LGoXS2eSsjHs/s1600-h/DSC01898.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9uNuhDwUKutPsrtv7mz88OHFzSC6-mkPlhGnuUzQIxH7-aXBx-8lPlc4ddoVXGwQWhuJhoaOZvBWSfddnNtbxIwkousVLOZuU5JUXeBVTkpjWUo6_jggCiqrBIPwS86LGoXS2eSsjHs/s320/DSC01898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246802671518247954" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div> </div><br />What else has changed, you ask? <div> </div><br /><div>I received a job promotion at the hospital I work at. I was the executive secretary to the vice-president/chief operating officer. While this was a fulfilling job, I was starting to get bored. I had always said I didn't want to be a secretary the rest of my life. (I did enjoy the status it brough though.) Well, God must have heard me because the doors started opening. Back in June, my friend announced she was moving back home, and her position would be open. My boss asked me if I would be interested in her position. I thought about it for awhile. I went had a lunch interview with my potential new boss and talked about the position. I knew that taking the job would be that another woman in my office would not get it, and although she had her heart set on it, they weren't going to offer it to her. This was a very troubling time for me. I sought a lot of counsel from people and prayed about it a lot. At times, when it was so stressful, I prayed that God would shut the door but he never did. Even when it appeared that this wasn't meant to be, things changed and the opening just got wider. They were originally going to list the position as a lesser position, with the opportunity for me to move up within a year when I proved myself. I was okay with that at first, until I found out that meant no pay raise at all. So I thought the door was closing. We on vacation at this time and I was glad to get away from all the office drama. When I got back, I found out that they were going to repost the position as the lead position so that I would take it. I wanted a 10% raise. Not to be greedy, but I was advised by my current boss that you should always aim for at least that. So long story short, I have been there two full weeks. I got the raise and looking back I can see that God opened the doors all the way. Even when I wasn't sure it was the right way, He was guiding the whole situation. The great thing is that I am home earlier in the evening and get to spend more time with my family.<br /><br />Sometimes when God moves he opens one door and <a href="http://protusmose.com/?p=159#more-159">closes another</a>. Well that is exactly what happened last Monday. Michael went to work and came home unemployed. In some ways this is a huge relief as he was miserable and in a job that he had really disconnected with long ago. The company was doing things that he felt were unethical and he didn't feel comfortable making the transactions. His boss had never liked him and overall it just wasn't a good fit. So for now, he is being Mr. Mom until he finds something else. He is doing pretty good, although I know it is hard on him to go from employee to full time dad. He loves his girls and is a good daddy but doing it for hours on end it definitely hard on him.<br /><br />So anyway, that is all about the change going on right now. We are trusting God for the next thing. We have seen his faithfulness many times not to trust that he will provide.<br /><br />On another note, it always seems that God knows exactly what we need. There have been instances of this lately.<br />Instance #1. Last Friday night as I drove home from work, I was thinking and telling God that I am really lonely for friends. No one <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> knows me anymore. Later that night I was on facebook and an IM popped up from one of my oldest, dearest friends, Jenni. Jenni and I grew up together and nearly every childhood memory includes her in one way or another. Jenni is a very busy mom with 3 girls under 2 years old! Being busy moms, we don;'t really have the time to talk but we did that night by IM for almost an hour. It was so good and so cathartic for me to talk to someone who knows me and I could be myself. At the end, I closed Facebook and just cried. I feel like God directed her to me for that exact night when I really needed friendship most.<br />Instance #2. When I orignally applied for my new job, I said I was X amount of dollars. It was above the 10% increase but I figured why not go higher. So I got a 44 cents less than I orignally asked for and I was still happy with it. THen yesterday, by former boss, who is still in the same office, came into my office and said that I would be getting my performance raise based upon last years review. With that raise, I now make 20 cents more than I originally asked for when I applied for this position. Follow all that? Anyway, it is just cool to me. It came when we needed it most.<br /><br />So that is the update on all the changes going on with the Ingraldi Family. I will update more often and let readers know how it all turns out.<br /></div>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-63579211971470885832008-08-14T21:13:00.001-05:002008-08-15T14:20:56.189-05:00Finally got a minivan!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7obA41ahrmy71Z9H5je44KeYX47eVcC_BVBVdE1n4LSaxchdHIHGuRqXpvAh_L8I5rZJVxUuBshksOhPWUG1Snm6wOZ0BeLnAiTdiWyrxwVSGrCLV-GkA9WTUT7jaYZlfT05w5WYN3Mg/s1600-h/mini.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234826572708585682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7obA41ahrmy71Z9H5je44KeYX47eVcC_BVBVdE1n4LSaxchdHIHGuRqXpvAh_L8I5rZJVxUuBshksOhPWUG1Snm6wOZ0BeLnAiTdiWyrxwVSGrCLV-GkA9WTUT7jaYZlfT05w5WYN3Mg/s320/mini.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have wanted a minivan for so long. Both of our cars are both older, 91 and 96. We were attached to Michael's car simply because it was his grandfathers. We bought it after he passed away in 2005. We were finally forced to do something last weekend about our car situation. Everything starts breaking, which is understandable given that our car was old enough to graduate high school. So last Saturday, we found a new to us 2002 Chrysler Town and Country. It has a lot of amenities that we did not expect to find in our price range. It was a blessing. A mechanic checked it out and all is perfectly fine! It was an emotional goodbye to the old Buick. It felt like our last connection to Papa Cox. We both had tears in our eyes as we drove away. We felt like we left our heart on the lot in some ways. We realize that he would want us to have something better but it was hard to part. We are excited to drive our new mini, it feels good to have air conditioning! </div><div></div>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-14596195598496855002008-07-16T16:25:00.005-05:002008-08-14T21:12:12.850-05:00So many changes!<span style="font-size:85%;">(Written back in July, forgot to post until now)</span><br /><br /><div>Our girls are growing so fast. I wish I could slow time just a little but since I can't, I am enjoying all the new things that they do. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Kati continues to amaze with the things she thinks of and her abilities. She is learning sign language at Aunt Lisa's house during the week and has caught on amazingly well. She is starting preschool in less than a month, a day that I am certain I will cry. She is quite excited. She loves to be in the pool with her daddy. That is her special time with him. She seems to have grown up so much lately. The other day she announced that she was going to be a big girl and I did not need to tuck her in anymore. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinmXAxW8UnXEO2BE32xqw35mCViTabjZwJ3IRuk0k982CjJUORAEHzP_P4KYwv6mJBjqYspjmUL6WhWEzxtAAqNekU-VIySmjzXj3puONvQ7oqEiZLgIGDthq5mMKvNlL9Xg51Go9LL_A/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinmXAxW8UnXEO2BE32xqw35mCViTabjZwJ3IRuk0k982CjJUORAEHzP_P4KYwv6mJBjqYspjmUL6WhWEzxtAAqNekU-VIySmjzXj3puONvQ7oqEiZLgIGDthq5mMKvNlL9Xg51Go9LL_A/s320/DSC01475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234560554589463378" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Ava is now 7 months old and doing new things everyday. This past Sunday, she said mama for the first time, started crawling backwards, and learned to stand holding onto an object - all in ONE day. I was not ready for so many firsts from my baby in one day! In my mind, I still think she is 3 months old. I took her for her 6 month check up a few weeks ago and she is so big. Weighing in at 17.1 pounds, and measuring 27.5 inches in length, she is already ahead of Kati by 2 months compared to where Kati was at this age. Suffice it to say, our seasons are off in the clothing area right now. Hopefully we'll get back on track someday because Kati has a A LOT of clothes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvERbQ5nz3cPZ2qYihFAUSORB3kp4TbDdokwmNB9YgImpNEpJojdkecm_gOnZGYon3p1THIV4Axw6wdjhY2ccNhNNelFdkFpS1VKusFoh20QNqdTGgsbwCmDTTrSXl4zq6Pu82RGko1o/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvERbQ5nz3cPZ2qYihFAUSORB3kp4TbDdokwmNB9YgImpNEpJojdkecm_gOnZGYon3p1THIV4Axw6wdjhY2ccNhNNelFdkFpS1VKusFoh20QNqdTGgsbwCmDTTrSXl4zq6Pu82RGko1o/s320/DSC01471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234560550870240242" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9q9k_bAeMHcw81bc03BSG0hhIcFC3_ZeRiN4wOgxmiPtMZjUUDfcmo8Ye8TaKfmlcpXHzSgu7yvX3nu0Jzo9MQTAvdnglFzHlHXZ6GsDTjnVvHrApk_OE1eAmOYB91aBCVV4XhgMyvg/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9q9k_bAeMHcw81bc03BSG0hhIcFC3_ZeRiN4wOgxmiPtMZjUUDfcmo8Ye8TaKfmlcpXHzSgu7yvX3nu0Jzo9MQTAvdnglFzHlHXZ6GsDTjnVvHrApk_OE1eAmOYB91aBCVV4XhgMyvg/s320/DSC01567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234560540997944418" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Michael and I feel so blessed to be the parents of these amazing kids. Each day is an adventure and even on the hairiest of days, it still amazes me that they are ours - precious little miracles. </div>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-72464041600200690372008-06-04T22:30:00.003-05:002008-06-04T22:42:15.187-05:00The dreaded question...a little too early!So the other day, I am folding Ava's laundry in her room and Kati is helping me. Out of nowhere, Kati comes at me with a question, I wasn't quite ready to answer for another 4 or so years. She says, Mommy, how did I get in your belly? In my head I'm scrambling and I chuckled a nervous laugh. Once my brain got it together, I told her that when a mommy and daddy love each other God puts the baby in the mommy's tummy. Luckily, this pleased her and we went back to folding clothes. Whew!<br /><br />Also, in Kati news. I am pleased to report that she sat and watched the weather reporting with me tonight for a long time. I took a meteorology class in college and loved it, so much to the point that I remember more of that than anything else I ever took. She used to be deathly afraid of storms but I think she is doing better this weather season. She was very calm when the tornado sirens sounded this evening. She wanted to know why I was getting blankets and supplies together, I told her and she was okay with it.<br /><br />She has also started to pick out her own outfits. Some days she does a pretty good job and really surprises me, other days, she cracks me up with her concepts but somehow they work. This one isn't that bad, but the pink heart shirt with brown skirt, and pink blue and white striped socks made me laugh. She is so stinkin' cute.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidAcUVjghhi34S31I5vymY5d22ZG9TmZwQUMXez1Lygd5l_cQy27GdUKuxwN-LxAW4h6r429_E-vkoiUax6J9yUuVZR3qpPfo_CW8_gb4kQjlQ4eo4ZPyVG2Wm45vQL1fiK26P_hsJww8/s1600-h/DSC01134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidAcUVjghhi34S31I5vymY5d22ZG9TmZwQUMXez1Lygd5l_cQy27GdUKuxwN-LxAW4h6r429_E-vkoiUax6J9yUuVZR3qpPfo_CW8_gb4kQjlQ4eo4ZPyVG2Wm45vQL1fiK26P_hsJww8/s320/DSC01134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208237542351074082" border="0" /></a>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-77818925992749567792008-06-04T22:25:00.002-05:002008-06-04T22:30:49.285-05:00She sits!Ava is trying hard to master the art of sitting. She actually did sit upright for 10 minutes the other day at Aunt Lisa's. She will be 6 months old next week. She is growing and getting so big. I already miss those early baby days, but each new milestone is a source for celebration.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuyPHrl2FAl7dFW5HHvQje1W6YZgaAJemOG0Z8nQFTefeLGP_bOoEYlbj028hTH7IwNEwt5frctzMnDp5rt0nZpIsKEc-LGy3HpRo5r84n6eSeNt0iaSjMgrEOJ94jXZuDI7eaFyZeTg/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></a><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuyPHrl2FAl7dFW5HHvQje1W6YZgaAJemOG0Z8nQFTefeLGP_bOoEYlbj028hTH7IwNEwt5frctzMnDp5rt0nZpIsKEc-LGy3HpRo5r84n6eSeNt0iaSjMgrEOJ94jXZuDI7eaFyZeTg/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuyPHrl2FAl7dFW5HHvQje1W6YZgaAJemOG0Z8nQFTefeLGP_bOoEYlbj028hTH7IwNEwt5frctzMnDp5rt0nZpIsKEc-LGy3HpRo5r84n6eSeNt0iaSjMgrEOJ94jXZuDI7eaFyZeTg/s320/DSC01150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208234102082269954" border="0" /></a><br /></div>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-42321377640171343912008-06-03T16:22:00.003-05:002008-06-03T16:39:58.808-05:00A Pool of FrustrationLife is still busy and crazy at the Ingraldi House. My friend Amber thoughtfully checked in and saw I hadn't been blogging lately. I have wanted to but time slips away so easily.<br /><br />There have been so many things going on. Let's see, we attempted to put up the pool this weekend, which has been a disaster of sorts. We got the pool new last year. It is one of the inflatable ring pools that as you fill it with water it rises to a 16ft circle, that is about 3 1/2 feet deep. It was fun entertainment last year but the ground was a little uneven. So, this year with out economic stimulus money, we had a company come out and create a perfectly flat circle in our yard. It took 4 guys to do the work that my poor husband was attempting to do himself. <br />Anyway, we put up the pool and it had an unforeseen hole in the inflatable ring part, but I found that one. Then as the day progressed, little holes began emmerging all throughout the body of the pool. We patched 8 holes in all, but I am a little disheartened that a pool that is just a year old seems to be falling apart. We called the company but they offered no recourse. It's a shame that there is no ownership anymore when problems arise. We had to get a new pool pump too and that has also been a pain. I am wishing we had no pool and more money.<br /><br />I am challenged by an old friend, Ryan, who blogs about being more concientious with our money and honoring God with what resources he has given to us. I am beginning to think that this pool just isn't very honorable, it's a pool of frustration.The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-61488669409178456712008-05-14T09:42:00.010-05:002008-05-14T10:40:48.783-05:00May Days<div>Our girls are growing an getting so big. Kati is full of energy. She goes from sun up to bedtime nonstop. She quit taking naps at Aunt Lisa's house b/c she wouldn't be able to go to sleep at night. She takes a quiettime though - or as quiet as I can imagine her being! :-)<br /><br /></div><div align="center">A snippet of Kati's favorite activities. </div><div><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixRtQjbhaxG9K9rZJChJ462T-UFy9DSzUrrIdtIuAmHBwPmtCmsTuU2vxYn9ckOLYTBv7I5e4anwRuQcuHxWwObJ1iufbAmPaR6oME97VERlRtrerdTxl9bUlxTEzKnt1WBszGikOdvo/s1600-h/Kati_sidewalk+chalk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200251387865991186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixRtQjbhaxG9K9rZJChJ462T-UFy9DSzUrrIdtIuAmHBwPmtCmsTuU2vxYn9ckOLYTBv7I5e4anwRuQcuHxWwObJ1iufbAmPaR6oME97VERlRtrerdTxl9bUlxTEzKnt1WBszGikOdvo/s200/Kati_sidewalk+chalk.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJq2pdkoc3BcC-Qk1jTpreM4WwdyYaV8zYAyxd6uJgZT3mY6iNVxkQ4KCfZ7CGGKw9ZNMwBqFxdNptGSI26Fbqp7P37crnLUzPYJiuev_cIOcK57DCro2eWrUbrrZ7ZaLb5IiPp7jW7mU/s1600-h/Kati_pink+stairs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200251396455925794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJq2pdkoc3BcC-Qk1jTpreM4WwdyYaV8zYAyxd6uJgZT3mY6iNVxkQ4KCfZ7CGGKw9ZNMwBqFxdNptGSI26Fbqp7P37crnLUzPYJiuev_cIOcK57DCro2eWrUbrrZ7ZaLb5IiPp7jW7mU/s200/Kati_pink+stairs.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNblHvDx-eAjDf9dvIu3rBGsg2Y91UfjMVgwLP9koBUjtNfnEmNfdRv9McsWQj16SxG7Agiz9aYm0PXeF37M-Q0FOhNYm7R0ojGTM_oyNeI_YE3gDbM73P9YtkKGvAqbzIupElyYh0pWw/s1600-h/Kati_bike+riding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200251405045860402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNblHvDx-eAjDf9dvIu3rBGsg2Y91UfjMVgwLP9koBUjtNfnEmNfdRv9McsWQj16SxG7Agiz9aYm0PXeF37M-Q0FOhNYm7R0ojGTM_oyNeI_YE3gDbM73P9YtkKGvAqbzIupElyYh0pWw/s200/Kati_bike+riding.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXN-KGPc_wscG2IO9CV0_TLwhABKiFEGyKIprIFtPVL80oCcjdYSXfz-SMb_Dmtr6aeFUqCZZaOZBLF7-f4j-btvzK8CZClN4z_GE81qw1fSwQlfA2AZzagXbNfOTMGKTKDnZLIzGIhU/s1600-h/Kati_flowers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200258143849547954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXN-KGPc_wscG2IO9CV0_TLwhABKiFEGyKIprIFtPVL80oCcjdYSXfz-SMb_Dmtr6aeFUqCZZaOZBLF7-f4j-btvzK8CZClN4z_GE81qw1fSwQlfA2AZzagXbNfOTMGKTKDnZLIzGIhU/s200/Kati_flowers.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></p><div><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Note the pink stair Kati drew on. She then sat in the chalk and despite my warning not to sit on anything and to strip her clothes immediately after stepping inside - she sat down on the carpeted stair to remove her shoes! Eeek!</span> </p><p align="center">*****************************************</p><p align="center">Ava is growing and getting so big - now 5 months old. She is wearing 6-9 month clothes and is quickly burning through those as well. At this point, Kati was just wearing 3-6 month clothing so all those cute little summer dresses won't be seen again. Seeing Ava now, reminds me of Kati when she was a baby. I am told her eyes are turning hazel like Kati's but I am still holding out hope that she'll have baby blues like her mama. I think she is going to get a little red tint to her hair and she already has the most beautiful olive skin (thanks to her dad's side of the family). Kati and I will be jealous of her complexion I am sure as we are the very white girls (thanks to my Irish heritage.) </p><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy25_BMtoiSlE35Mx-V0ArccBgvEDcqDEn36UIYwOJOg18mmH4Sk0S1gnZm0ZGxWeluuQOjuZsRSQUR1ar7rI2L3dzXu80btWwKrSj6A0vhgyUUZywqiLFD20UhzBw6YwfAiSn7JsCdRw/s1600-h/Ava_feeding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200251525304944738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy25_BMtoiSlE35Mx-V0ArccBgvEDcqDEn36UIYwOJOg18mmH4Sk0S1gnZm0ZGxWeluuQOjuZsRSQUR1ar7rI2L3dzXu80btWwKrSj6A0vhgyUUZywqiLFD20UhzBw6YwfAiSn7JsCdRw/s200/Ava_feeding.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHH5BZtzFU00lE-9VuiRef5_cIZoXwEPJ4E8cAjBaUe2Qb4hJ4kpzj-buxTQoAvdKZiDewfZTudzwq1KsWyAn6hbjA52DPN4VKg0dLIWXAq05TkRsy-kIGn6uGBiDViSDB6H-32XT7zk4/s1600-h/Ava_feeding_peas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200251529599912050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHH5BZtzFU00lE-9VuiRef5_cIZoXwEPJ4E8cAjBaUe2Qb4hJ4kpzj-buxTQoAvdKZiDewfZTudzwq1KsWyAn6hbjA52DPN4VKg0dLIWXAq05TkRsy-kIGn6uGBiDViSDB6H-32XT7zk4/s200/Ava_feeding_peas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfNGEhokp49KKuItEcYkeChVwvdlHeDZr09kyZNjGnEkJPGImUq1iPh7Kb7tiL79Tp5qT7xoYFop_QS8p2rYl5NRFzBYioaU-MNcoYtzFM58alXHOhK8_ud3OAiruAE3gW9xD4GI3c8Bg/s1600-h/Ava_gymini.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200254639156234386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfNGEhokp49KKuItEcYkeChVwvdlHeDZr09kyZNjGnEkJPGImUq1iPh7Kb7tiL79Tp5qT7xoYFop_QS8p2rYl5NRFzBYioaU-MNcoYtzFM58alXHOhK8_ud3OAiruAE3gW9xD4GI3c8Bg/s200/Ava_gymini.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy33UMpzP8y2G1nWGTAksTfgZAzI4Jyrt1JujI4wCujY285XL8FMcE39F2WXW1jrxmCkmhHsBhhAu6Tv_WsRqhmHrY1TmGVgcjmfujoOmVYe5SOR2O2pQWjzVMUSeXlh0wswFkJR5Cou4/s1600-h/Ava_block.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200258139554580642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy33UMpzP8y2G1nWGTAksTfgZAzI4Jyrt1JujI4wCujY285XL8FMcE39F2WXW1jrxmCkmhHsBhhAu6Tv_WsRqhmHrY1TmGVgcjmfujoOmVYe5SOR2O2pQWjzVMUSeXlh0wswFkJR5Cou4/s200/Ava_block.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ava loves to eat! Notice in the first picture that she is holding my pinky as I feed her. She holds on to my pinky the whole time. The second is after she is finished eating her peas and rice cereal. She is a happy girl.<br /><br /></span></div><div><br />Kati is keeping busy with swimming lessons, while Ava is busy eating new foods. She has tried every stage 1 veggie there is and loves them all - even green beans and peas! I allowed Kati to make the decision of what fruit to try first, so tonight it will be baby bananas - as Kati calls them.<br /><br /><br />The week ahead will be busy for the Ingraldi Family. Friday, Grammy and Papa come from Missouri to watch the girls overnight while Michael and I go to a church Leadership retreat. Sunday, we are having Ava's baby dedication at church. Kati has swim lessons in the afternoon and then she is off to Grammy and Papa's for the week. I do not know what I will do without her. She definitely keeps our life busy and challenging. I will miss her but know she will have a great time.<br /><br /><br />Pictures of the girls on recent walk. I snapped the picture of Kati holding Ava's hand - too sweet!<br /><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YTTPv9FKNx0WJI1R8FP0DJGUeaLdr2YB72XUdAOyeZruaPxsLwll9Ym49l29Z7GOKllIqbkh51UFFUhKoRVm9qD9XtuIKsIS9t4inhRHTYmxaeru_26WBshhDWrSWTg7B963mT_jfv0/s1600-h/Ava_serious+look.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200251405045860434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YTTPv9FKNx0WJI1R8FP0DJGUeaLdr2YB72XUdAOyeZruaPxsLwll9Ym49l29Z7GOKllIqbkh51UFFUhKoRVm9qD9XtuIKsIS9t4inhRHTYmxaeru_26WBshhDWrSWTg7B963mT_jfv0/s200/Ava_serious+look.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxGx-TK4QV6PpG5vGDN2ECjQB8lp26m7ReB9JQm4hUYOj5GZgxU9NR3UI7NdEQvPw1Kx1K3L7Y4L5QzdB-Vsp482LK6Q2fpuCstxPWBprIkEHp9gP0bT61g-h6upSOCIa4xBj4sfEZDcw/s1600-h/girls_walk+holding+hands.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200258496036866242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxGx-TK4QV6PpG5vGDN2ECjQB8lp26m7ReB9JQm4hUYOj5GZgxU9NR3UI7NdEQvPw1Kx1K3L7Y4L5QzdB-Vsp482LK6Q2fpuCstxPWBprIkEHp9gP0bT61g-h6upSOCIa4xBj4sfEZDcw/s200/girls_walk+holding+hands.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDp2B0L3Vx-6WFgxM_Mwq0NNqKz1mkLYJZunkXx8kLXNgSvmZLO6rX_3mmuFqdWwN2gSEF-jPpbsrXUzwadY8hveOaezAbhRaknDsx12Pnw5bfzN1tMEoO1-90PlivYoiONH5D3DEYtc/s1600-h/Kati_walk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200254003501074562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDp2B0L3Vx-6WFgxM_Mwq0NNqKz1mkLYJZunkXx8kLXNgSvmZLO6rX_3mmuFqdWwN2gSEF-jPpbsrXUzwadY8hveOaezAbhRaknDsx12Pnw5bfzN1tMEoO1-90PlivYoiONH5D3DEYtc/s200/Kati_walk.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-58517856869549245482008-05-14T09:35:00.002-05:002008-05-14T09:42:35.994-05:00Who's Got the Beat?I guess I do but not the way I wish I did. I can't dance at all. I am wearing a 24 hour halter monitor for my heart to try and figure out why I am having such rapid accelerations that occur out of the blue. They last for 5 to 10 minutes and it feels like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. This started about 6 weeks ago, right after I quit nursing Ava so I attributed it to the re-introduction of caffiene to my body again but not so much anymore. I went to the cardiologist yesterday for a 24 hour monitor to try and see what's up. I am not thrilled with being 27 and wearing one of these. I am really hoping it is just stress or something. I plan on getting my cholesterol checked as well. Given my family's heart health history - I'm not leaving anything to chance. I go back in 2 weeks for the results.The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-35296581174184942882008-04-21T11:09:00.007-05:002008-04-21T12:49:02.839-05:00Sunday - not a day of restYesterday was an incredibly busy busy day. Michael and Kati went to church yesterday morning together and then went out to lunch afterwards. While they were at church, Ava and I went to a wedding shower brunch for his cousin, Rachel. It was a very nice shower and it made me want to get married again so we could get new stuff. Ava tried her best to steal the show with her squeals - she loves to hear herself. After the shower, Ava and I headed home. She must have worn herself out as she slept from 1 til 3:30pm! I got a lot done though, including some really great mom and Kati time.<br /><br /><div align="center">Kati also started swimming lessons yesterday afternoon. She wanted her dad to take her so I had to settle for pictures. She had a really good time. It was so cute watching her try to reinact what she learned. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZqonIh_GzIILf0DNOkIHnRRMRUp-DMqN1rE9EfzpL8L7dJvUEDtDMr7W6uHDoEcoQjN0KbxPmiy-bX_EWlba4gIqHjcVYr2KfheASYgg2aaxJ3JDUkNKMbaDZV5kvL2lFEjan0jZDiKs/s1600-h/Kati+first+swim+lesson.jpg"></div></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191747595213879938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZqonIh_GzIILf0DNOkIHnRRMRUp-DMqN1rE9EfzpL8L7dJvUEDtDMr7W6uHDoEcoQjN0KbxPmiy-bX_EWlba4gIqHjcVYr2KfheASYgg2aaxJ3JDUkNKMbaDZV5kvL2lFEjan0jZDiKs/s320/Kati+first+swim+lesson.jpg" border="0" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZqonIh_GzIILf0DNOkIHnRRMRUp-DMqN1rE9EfzpL8L7dJvUEDtDMr7W6uHDoEcoQjN0KbxPmiy-bX_EWlba4gIqHjcVYr2KfheASYgg2aaxJ3JDUkNKMbaDZV5kvL2lFEjan0jZDiKs/s1600-h/Kati+first+swim+lesson.jpg"><p align="center"></a>Ava had her first veggie this weekend - squash! She loved it as her face proves.<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnci82ATjKeM041U4nX2-QmgtBRp_8eqIrLJ-0QMpU2HPKC3sYUNVi4UWtE-_LJQFP5Nsm3syyDiHj7mGgLQZ7ptftNEf4Fo29v6yad_vwZBRQC_Qb6zmwY3EDRlCo7ql-E2JU-BfV5w/s1600-h/first+veggie_squash.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191747603803814562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnci82ATjKeM041U4nX2-QmgtBRp_8eqIrLJ-0QMpU2HPKC3sYUNVi4UWtE-_LJQFP5Nsm3syyDiHj7mGgLQZ7ptftNEf4Fo29v6yad_vwZBRQC_Qb6zmwY3EDRlCo7ql-E2JU-BfV5w/s320/first+veggie_squash.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a></p>We were able to get outside and get some fresh air for a change and the girls got to wear their first shorts of the season. Typical Midwest weather - last week it was snowing, this week it is 75 and humid, and tomorrow it is supposed to be 60 and rainy. I will have to remind myself of this when it is 95 and sunny in July. <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdDfzBIeIndOXq1zdJTEUxEyAkFH68GwJ68hl3lU9e5W1IKzdya6D2OejF98IWswudK4HGFsnJVAT-5mGiKbnBla2NWCRX8n7sLuO0w7rd35zs4JMSO2Um6dc1jILplLqzSjEUvpeF10/s1600-h/Kati+baseball.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191751250231048962" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="223" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdDfzBIeIndOXq1zdJTEUxEyAkFH68GwJ68hl3lU9e5W1IKzdya6D2OejF98IWswudK4HGFsnJVAT-5mGiKbnBla2NWCRX8n7sLuO0w7rd35zs4JMSO2Um6dc1jILplLqzSjEUvpeF10/s320/Kati+baseball.jpg" width="246" border="0" /></a> </p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191756356947163954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRf83faBLFWJOPtGZtzpt3kJaMcdsc7B44sLYkrW_KV_aW-jfaIDDilAFqrk5AgGY5lllF5upnTxROntfMtea3cpbpxyxAb7f3Ac23Gn58w4YA902cBZpBSmam2hrBO3eHIUHnnrEG_oA/s320/first+shorts.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">I also found the time to get in the kitchen this weekend. I made homemade cinnamon rolls for work this morning. I LOVE my bread machine. I didn't know it had a dough setting until yesterday. I put all the ingrediants in and 90 minutes later I had perfect dough to roll out, spread with cinnamon mixture, cut, put in the pan, put in the fridge. this morning I took them out, let them raise and bake. They were so very yummy. I am the birthday person at work and our CFO doesn't like cake but requested cinnamon rolls - in case you wondered why I was making rolls on a Monday morning. I am not normally that ambitious.<br /></div><div align="center">I heard the best words this morning from Kati - "I'm glad I have a sister." Ava just lights up when she sees Kati. Kati loves it that Ava smiles at her and gets so excited. "Mommy, Ava just gave me a smile" is a commonly heard in our house. I love it. After all the time and heartache it took to get my girls, it is so rewarding to seethem together. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191756146493766434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPa-a1LZqXgt0AJ-y2QeKtClGP8f_UgMFfnxRfHHoXIwmMCxrC6fqLuePd5gw8DylGNCuPVBXk5OiHGQi8xjliEgS8wFo0GRXbpox8d4IOcsy3blATWZu6F7sVz5K-s_dJppysmZGjffY/s320/sisterly+ove.jpg" border="0" /></div>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-21914682975867531082008-04-15T12:25:00.002-05:002008-04-15T12:30:42.848-05:004 month check upAva had her 4 month check up yesterday and all is well. She is 13 pounds, 10 ounces (50th %tile) and 25 inches long (75th %tile). She also had to get her shots, her poor little legs. Kati wanted to go with us and be the big sister. I told her Ava had to get shots and it was going to hurt her and she would cry, but Kati wanted to go anyway. She held Ava's hand and talked to her the whole time and was so very sweet to her. She kept saying "it's okay Ava."<br /><br />Ava started eating oatmeal and really seemed to like it. We start on a veggie at the end of the week!The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-85383717143894579222008-04-11T10:21:00.003-05:002008-04-11T10:29:35.189-05:00Cereal time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQ4Xe_59D82296JD3l_mE-nkO4GV44jvTmRa-yiOkP8EmPTT3uTxM77EtFjJk3qDRruu4OULIzvXb3n2TGTtN6dKjcb_0fdEOV-Zf2UhjjCtV2vD3oDCj6XgOG8_AOGxIrOqLDXMHMdY/s1600-h/beauty+queen_16+weeks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188009759369160642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQ4Xe_59D82296JD3l_mE-nkO4GV44jvTmRa-yiOkP8EmPTT3uTxM77EtFjJk3qDRruu4OULIzvXb3n2TGTtN6dKjcb_0fdEOV-Zf2UhjjCtV2vD3oDCj6XgOG8_AOGxIrOqLDXMHMdY/s320/beauty+queen_16+weeks.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDQRy_6o_qagJS8MIPCIqNS5v6BSVOhW4l9h5F0Icg7c8K2yPPiK4TKcMSiIEqfHgKviRChssxVQgySCn9py9FB5Ri5wTi-LbPB8pzb-pTLRwOIdvgh3t6PTbGeohBff-z3tzReoU3Uo/s1600-h/first+bite.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188009746484258738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDQRy_6o_qagJS8MIPCIqNS5v6BSVOhW4l9h5F0Icg7c8K2yPPiK4TKcMSiIEqfHgKviRChssxVQgySCn9py9FB5Ri5wTi-LbPB8pzb-pTLRwOIdvgh3t6PTbGeohBff-z3tzReoU3Uo/s320/first+bite.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br />Ava began eating cereal a few weeks ago. She is growing and getting so big. This morning I pulled an outfit from the closet and Michael said it was too big for her. Much to his surprise, it fit. She is growing so quickly. She has such a sweet disposition. Ava has found her voice lately and loves to coo very loudly - it's music to my ears. No matter how bad my day was, it always perks me up. We go to the doctor on Monday for a checkup and shots (yikes!)<br /><br /><div align="center">Now that she has started rolling over, she doesn't stay on her back for long!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpny6wJFBWPyd9UiDMMwrnsdxp09ItAkKddhIvb8aRSsJWRHvAD74YUtLsE2saDT3u7ptXIwyGW8m0mYmywoqSls4OCbgE4Osy8Vxhj1Wvm2oDzFdmioP0iMbdA6Vo07kaczOMiIskDg/s1600-h/tummy+time.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188009772254062546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpny6wJFBWPyd9UiDMMwrnsdxp09ItAkKddhIvb8aRSsJWRHvAD74YUtLsE2saDT3u7ptXIwyGW8m0mYmywoqSls4OCbgE4Osy8Vxhj1Wvm2oDzFdmioP0iMbdA6Vo07kaczOMiIskDg/s320/tummy+time.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-1173908973931729322008-04-04T10:41:00.007-05:002008-04-04T12:36:32.153-05:00Ava Rolled OverAva rolled over for the first time yesterday afternoon. I missed it since I was at work (yes, I cried that I missed it.) Thankfully, Michael did get to witness it as he had just arrived to pick up the girls. I am very grateful that Aunt Lisa now has a digital camera and high speed internet! So even though I wasn't there in person I did get to see pictures almost immediately after it happened. Ava has been on the brink of rolling for several weeks now and I have had the video camera primed and ready to go hoping to capture it at home but alas I missed it and will have to wait to get it the next time. She just laid flat on her back last night as I tried to coax her with toys to show me her trick. I am sure I will see it many times over. It is the down side of being a working mom though - missing those firsts. Nonetheless, I am a proud momma.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95QZyJvMu38Ro0Nloo6z5QnSzHqjQXNfSyW-dSDjBbUc3knIn5ayGv5ZyfGlLVtkOt7D5XZUQFkStVWk8y4tncIgfH7Zf5ZEDE90nNBoOFTkznFmet6w9wFUl4iFxOkFYnRTY7bTNBYQ/s1600-h/Ava_rolling+16+wks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185443805776894898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95QZyJvMu38Ro0Nloo6z5QnSzHqjQXNfSyW-dSDjBbUc3knIn5ayGv5ZyfGlLVtkOt7D5XZUQFkStVWk8y4tncIgfH7Zf5ZEDE90nNBoOFTkznFmet6w9wFUl4iFxOkFYnRTY7bTNBYQ/s320/Ava_rolling+16+wks.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185443810071862210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdC0lGgjjhAIPrqb0MdmMttohUL20m9e7FMzFvIkCXKCG9loVmiy7mrMG3CY65OO6a3oMgxy4hrADpAd-CDDVzJXQmu5gPv2iMC6rGFaelrVHjGcFmNDlnZrZDRepYmynZC_Yk9FKFs7w/s320/Ava_rolling+16+wks2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GFJ9XBK8s0CLiJC-ZYBA1xzJV-BwHuVrkndAxGVanbGly7z2tSrGrXXCFBYVZBZUktGENECXa-vHVjP9sjH2bGiI0-gZILzdtdqixJ3K-tcKmkkEDlZJwwitAmnc91unGZuhofzng3g/s1600-h/Ava_rolling+16+wks3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185443814366829522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GFJ9XBK8s0CLiJC-ZYBA1xzJV-BwHuVrkndAxGVanbGly7z2tSrGrXXCFBYVZBZUktGENECXa-vHVjP9sjH2bGiI0-gZILzdtdqixJ3K-tcKmkkEDlZJwwitAmnc91unGZuhofzng3g/s320/Ava_rolling+16+wks3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6y6ka-txq9q77-c3C2kvbRmN-xbu22O6rHL5QmS5iEYFqZgzGDbudHnTJOIue-GgivqcJMPO8l4msuRDs_07M2NWjgAoRJhNws-yRtSpz16_jUWDowwkVl1EHEezIRvcrZQ1p0ZVoJ5o/s1600-h/Ava_rolling+16+wks6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185443818661796850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6y6ka-txq9q77-c3C2kvbRmN-xbu22O6rHL5QmS5iEYFqZgzGDbudHnTJOIue-GgivqcJMPO8l4msuRDs_07M2NWjgAoRJhNws-yRtSpz16_jUWDowwkVl1EHEezIRvcrZQ1p0ZVoJ5o/s320/Ava_rolling+16+wks6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-86768520385103024812008-03-26T10:08:00.005-05:002008-03-31T09:39:49.807-05:00Easter time(I totally thought I published this post last week. I couldn't figure out why no one had said anything. I never check my own blog so didn't realize I hadn't posted!)<br /><br />We had a wonderful Easter weekend with my parents in St. Joe. My brother David and his long time girlfriend, Tammy, came up for a short time on Sunday to visit us too. We hadn't seen them in over a year, it was good to see them. (Far too long!) Kati thoroughly enjoys her time at Grammy and Papa's - Michael and I don't exist in her world when Grammy is around. <br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Egg hunt on Saturday at Grammy & Papa's</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182434167573764818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRcOwAx_BLOwsKpIS4BtpcVW8AqzMIh5ZB3Uw9y-j8hCdbBWrm4T14n3VE_qN7vUOZbJrmXYcw11ueaSxjPG9mBDXHjE3Mm4R8d7uKT-INiPPA93AqJP7OfD8vmC3S-GY2KN1l3VGB1Q/s320/Kati_egg+hunt.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Ava disguises herself as the easter bunny.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktcTKqXqUYXJ9Ze1nAGAqzFRWRDn3KmFOX3wrPN_fUEI5cQMsAejrSHzf3UJciFkduadygi_OP5sE4Zx7NlVb5FiIwsydBtwB6dpswZmu3iLfVUhyZFLQPAlVozWJYd1d6xljCS0Fr84/s1600-h/Ava+bunny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182434176163699426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktcTKqXqUYXJ9Ze1nAGAqzFRWRDn3KmFOX3wrPN_fUEI5cQMsAejrSHzf3UJciFkduadygi_OP5sE4Zx7NlVb5FiIwsydBtwB6dpswZmu3iLfVUhyZFLQPAlVozWJYd1d6xljCS0Fr84/s320/Ava+bunny.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a>Kati on Easter Sunday - after services they had an egg hunt. She got lots of good stuff that she won't eat but Michael and I will!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVTfQoHGyiipgpTexhmG4-Y5H9UjiayzDU66FR7ZwFjiZisBy6uhKg3zqvElLNKogIYPEc6Rqi2fSiw8YxLrvVd3IwN-ohDZsmQDMnkFmZcuvMFs0HX2i_Ic71onc-tQTDpLZsg6vxo8/s1600-h/Kati_easter+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182434184753634034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVTfQoHGyiipgpTexhmG4-Y5H9UjiayzDU66FR7ZwFjiZisBy6uhKg3zqvElLNKogIYPEc6Rqi2fSiw8YxLrvVd3IwN-ohDZsmQDMnkFmZcuvMFs0HX2i_Ic71onc-tQTDpLZsg6vxo8/s320/Kati_easter+08.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="center">This is a late evening shot of Ava in her Easter outfit. (Things were so busy, I didn't realize I had forgotten to get a picture of her earlier in the day!) It once was Kati's baby dedication dress. Hard to believe Kati once fit into it and now she is so big.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3gi82J72l2oX8HxBrSSiqf4IyYVG0u1fmuhc7jiUTbaaVFJPzeBqDw69tTew0603DlyfJWMhRrPwC3SBxx7FU68LI23QfHiad5KV6-555_2eV8M_RFzz7m9kH2_qzJQ4Rm6vx_SiKSk/s1600-h/Ava_easter+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182434193343568642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3gi82J72l2oX8HxBrSSiqf4IyYVG0u1fmuhc7jiUTbaaVFJPzeBqDw69tTew0603DlyfJWMhRrPwC3SBxx7FU68LI23QfHiad5KV6-555_2eV8M_RFzz7m9kH2_qzJQ4Rm6vx_SiKSk/s320/Ava_easter+08.jpg" border="0" /></a>Taking this picture was special to me, every year growing up, we would take pictures on our front porch before going to Easter services. This year it was important to me to get a picture with my family on the porch.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj816yWhBDSPThC5e_UTLLvPvGSyffMGCcAnA-jgw4aW1ok_CZphKiQJi3cJodBtfDy52eYL9zmYhIl3jumMWez0Yt5Ae8flbVWOiQ67esI3POAch3pgigB_Xv6JcNleQ-R4AVI1RpeOWo/s1600-h/Ingraldi+family+easter+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182434197638535954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj816yWhBDSPThC5e_UTLLvPvGSyffMGCcAnA-jgw4aW1ok_CZphKiQJi3cJodBtfDy52eYL9zmYhIl3jumMWez0Yt5Ae8flbVWOiQ67esI3POAch3pgigB_Xv6JcNleQ-R4AVI1RpeOWo/s320/Ingraldi+family+easter+08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />David & Tammy joined us on the porch.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182434369437227826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX2dCBaQDA_s27PIKmeA_9Y69_pTVl0aCnGIVJsac8wAiIdlGZOQDwTJg_a4m_KKFKWt6OAKcaZsmNyENby1HYlJlqFNIEmFJVYfgo7zNf1XPbIejxC43zg8hicosKUd6bfJ3fJr80vak/s320/Ingraldi+family+w_David+Tammy.jpg" border="0" /><br />This is my adorable nephew Aidden. He lives in North Carolina. Even though he wasn't with us on Easter, I have to include this very adorable picture of him. We love and miss you Aidden!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182434360847293218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZCeSJbZ6s71EYmoUAi2SH95q0NRWQor-lfqWiZkNu475iN6m7gxPeAy2PxdcgXziqz8i4BUU9oEpWnS5xn_l_jo5D_n7FZb6GFjeZYtLnpk8Ayp_xtNV7hG4dFUJygD-wmfIKTBMU-H8/s320/Aidden_choc+bunny.jpg" border="0" /></p>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-29592607188243565552008-03-21T09:24:00.004-05:002008-03-25T21:42:32.930-05:00Deep DiscountsI just got good news and feel like writing about it. We had a lot of medical bills in 2007 with my pregnancy (lots of tests, multiple doctors appts.), Michael's MRI, and the bills for Ava and myself after her birth. Anyway, the hospital system I work for offers charity care for people who cannot pay their bills in full for whatever reason. <br /><br />So my good news, is that after insurance the discount of 40%, we only owe $285.05 for all of our bills! That is such a huge blessing for us. Our total bill would have been $475.08. So anyway, I am thrilled.The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-60266101588178196082008-03-11T14:17:00.006-05:002008-03-11T14:34:29.625-05:00Free rice = increased brain powerI just learned of a new program called Free Rice. I read about it in the most recent People magazine. Basically, for playing every correct answer in the word game on their website they donate 20 grains of rice to <a href="http://www.wfp.org/">United Nations World Food Program</a>. It is a great program helping those overseas that we wouldn't normally be able to. It gives an update for every day and month so you can see how much rice is being donated. For instance 3,893,361,180 grains of rice were donated in February 08. I placed the link to the right for those of you who want to play/donate.<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjphpksif1rUoIIZ4LsQHoNt7i8l2vUDRWGk3PpS56DDd18DstxikG0T8XBaQqBrLxcqLCvS3tvTl6JbkW1LVnCBabo9rIuF-E3PwkZ8SDFtQ3RD1s_qRd0wdVDj2Rs5Xk6lq61QUTCUAU/s1600-h/wfp146990.jpg"></a></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176568639438204450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_UZiwuZsz5-WK-BGguSVGX_CflM0RRlQKmqusw5clx0YiUjRMLc_1_Ry2pdxBiIllBsreUJqUaVj2JHMN28Dbfw5fC0-8Eb28rD3HMwPJKjPSqfoJIEhlwZB9dlMt4jzlH8nj2eOr70s/s400/wfp146990.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-26489052297188935672008-03-06T12:49:00.005-06:002008-03-06T13:05:24.151-06:00Kati is 4!Kati turned four years old on Feb. 27th. I can't believe my baby girl is already 4. She has grown up so much. Luckily, we have left most of the issues that come with being three behind and she is blossoming into a wonderful little girl. She is on the verge of reading. She is writing quite a few words, like Kati, mom, dad, Ava, cat, dog, etc. The other day she was watching one of her Leapfrog videos, she stopped and ran to the fridge to spell a word she had just seen. I love watching her learn. We were reading the paper the other day and she picked up a grocery ad and said, "this says Hy-Vee." I was impressed. I love that she loves learning and hope it continues for a very long time.<br /><br />Her birthday party was last Saturday. She received many nice gifts. I love the cute clothes, she loves the toys. She is totally in love with Hannah Montana and really wanted a Hannah cake, so we let her have it. I was a little sad she didn't want another princess party but Hannah stuff is everywhere, and I figure there are much worse people out there she could like. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174706041078078754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvZcH7G39UF_85lSC3-8buNFLDFNFs1vlTn0bXsMrYlfSTahI8aVSWRt9910TPNetI95UCUEoeBiv8uCev5JknmrleOapp-jCsCJKIhDlLh4DQ621wHFk3Fukt0DAJOt74NkBEYlJF9s/s320/Kati+4+years+old.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"></div><div align="center">She entertained us by singing a Hannah song.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174705435487689970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSn9LrUGpt-DrwHRtrdCUZmlxbplt6-4KDTi423_KaIt5YtduEyzD3CcEjSPU9JjLyI9LDVwoWy0LyuK9ysG-NH2AUu7OKQAxf01F7lddtGQxu_ECmyXTYk5iM6Tikq-9fe4FNsy1hf0/s320/Kati+performing+Hannah+Montana.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_1kGVtWPdFj2iT8U2tOkAKPLO_RekELXcCq1LrcJi_d_v8_nAskKmB73Rw7zR8nXDnnN1-_C6dhKX5NK6u1GIPXWSKMr1TsIyILJ-YNd2Xm1y0-wP9qSXjOo0L8kCnGniHXd46A2bT4/s1600-h/Kati_cake+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174706032488144130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht_1kGVtWPdFj2iT8U2tOkAKPLO_RekELXcCq1LrcJi_d_v8_nAskKmB73Rw7zR8nXDnnN1-_C6dhKX5NK6u1GIPXWSKMr1TsIyILJ-YNd2Xm1y0-wP9qSXjOo0L8kCnGniHXd46A2bT4/s320/Kati_cake+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kati loves her cake.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxUy8y3Q5-ZGen-RWK1bTdFqDeUpSXciyvfR60tWFUw2XmKwLtRdgIWaS0GTY7PtC6Je-12udGXifuQFQlmQdVAJ-XCgb-Y-koFoO4CNZNtNEKGux1_eWYFyiVR4WZd6mdtcsRK9WpY8/s1600-h/kati_cake3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174706036783111442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxUy8y3Q5-ZGen-RWK1bTdFqDeUpSXciyvfR60tWFUw2XmKwLtRdgIWaS0GTY7PtC6Je-12udGXifuQFQlmQdVAJ-XCgb-Y-koFoO4CNZNtNEKGux1_eWYFyiVR4WZd6mdtcsRK9WpY8/s320/kati_cake3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Bryan and Kati enjoying cake.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5TgZmLiMJ6nNmxxbSoCv99attYQsBq1LV8rq3gSpYhY67ee0ZGc5NpIK8N16kqV9rMyv_-JTkeBhoseiZ3wJDmgdSMtJc1sIMm-4_oa59hIAv4vvPDxboF1SoG3QyutWYgTgqDvx7Fg/s1600-h/Bryan_Kati.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174706049668013362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5TgZmLiMJ6nNmxxbSoCv99attYQsBq1LV8rq3gSpYhY67ee0ZGc5NpIK8N16kqV9rMyv_-JTkeBhoseiZ3wJDmgdSMtJc1sIMm-4_oa59hIAv4vvPDxboF1SoG3QyutWYgTgqDvx7Fg/s320/Bryan_Kati.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p></p><br /><p></p>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834349204514651598.post-56706135717772434262008-03-06T12:47:00.004-06:002008-03-06T13:10:56.207-06:00Do they look alike?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUuY0loUTJQruCmxI21RwurHpavruTL5guzFo51KHbuoDF5MayUU3OFN6EFpr5PkicgerpeRgnF_iQ1ZCenJb8j_FDGXaajp6sur6qyUV24Q0OxQOIVLQGXEiuLFoRPoR1eElM25T-OzE/s1600-h/Kati+3mos+old.jpg"></a>Here are my girls both at 3 months old? Do you think they look alike?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihe1LfRClnvbtd-_pjQ-Go4WWyzOswQe-RLRD_tJqJUI8m9nQwMSc7Ju_klTXCstuVNTE9Oxeq7nK2FGjpgvtxsknaRi8-UQOeEavgEry3K_TNIQ7KGq5cmwUQpHKDb5fciA1iDJ_K8-Y/s1600-h/Kati+3mos+old.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174707746180095330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihe1LfRClnvbtd-_pjQ-Go4WWyzOswQe-RLRD_tJqJUI8m9nQwMSc7Ju_klTXCstuVNTE9Oxeq7nK2FGjpgvtxsknaRi8-UQOeEavgEry3K_TNIQ7KGq5cmwUQpHKDb5fciA1iDJ_K8-Y/s320/Kati+3mos+old.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucf-d-stZIrDA7J2FbHkwkWcNi7CqB9aAD_pXhghulK1c5WyIpfjRgtBzuwfMmY5mJMpAPK6k43W9lovid8LKHTJRbZbRw45RlYNXQBy7cZX8mUG9fpAGFUCookyKcosg1LD0FANtzZ0/s1600-h/Ava+3+mos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174707080460164418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucf-d-stZIrDA7J2FbHkwkWcNi7CqB9aAD_pXhghulK1c5WyIpfjRgtBzuwfMmY5mJMpAPK6k43W9lovid8LKHTJRbZbRw45RlYNXQBy7cZX8mUG9fpAGFUCookyKcosg1LD0FANtzZ0/s320/Ava+3+mos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div>The Ingraldi Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14496530496033582108noreply@blogger.com3