<?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-4664745172374324929</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:14:33.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Bita Reilly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664745172374324929.post-7886290260369273299</id><published>2009-05-10T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day, May 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1242046530-hr-506.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-5" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a wonderful Mother's Day &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael's clock went off around 6:00 AM to remind him that was Mother's Day &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt; So, I woke up with not a pleasing alarm very close to my pillow &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" /&gt; When Michael told me Happy Mother's Day, I just wished that I could go back to sleep again. But it wasn't really easy .... Then I stayed in bed until before 8:00 AM and enjoyed it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I was measuring my blood sugar, the boys came out of their room holding a card each and telling me : Surprise ! They were so excited about the cards that couldn't give them to me. They started to take the cards out of the envelops and started reading to me : Happy Mother's Day ! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael told me that it had taken more than 10 minutes for them to pick the cards! So, I think they put a lot of thoughts into it &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The best part was when I was talking on the phone with my sister in the bedroom, Relic came in with a grilled cheese sandwich that HE had made for me. It was the cutest thing. I wish I had a picture of it, but it tasted so good that I couldn't stop eating it &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt; Michael said that Relic made the sandwich himself and listened to Michael carefully how to make it &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael helped me to put some stuff in the basement and it was very good because that's what really needed to be done. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After dinner, we went to Forest River Park and had a very good time. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, I really had a good day. Much better than what I had expected &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7886290260369273299?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7886290260369273299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-day-may-10-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7886290260369273299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7886290260369273299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-day-may-10-2009.html' title='Mother&amp;#39;s Day, May 10, 2009'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7538679337886661463</id><published>2009-04-26T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for April 26, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1240797337-hr-504.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-8" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;After some very busy days, here I am again ! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had the boys' 3rd birthday party in a beautiful park in Danvers MA. A lot of friends came and we all enjoyed the very beautiful and sunny day together. The boys had a lot of fun playing outside with their friends, opening their presents. River had picked Dora cake and Relic had picked Thomas cake. They both were very happy with their cakes, however neither of them ate much. It was a little windy for lighting the candles but we still sang happy birthday song for them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can't believe that my sons are 3 now ! But I do believe that in just a blink of eyes they will be really big boys and will move out ! But until then, let me enjoy of watching them grow up ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had a very hard time last week, being prepared for the boys party when four of us were sick. But in every single minute I was thankful for what I have . I do feel overwhelmed sometimes, but I always feel happy. I do have two very happy and smart sons.They are only three but they appreciate every little love they get. They are only three but they can read ! I can't be enough thankful for what I have &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7538679337886661463?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7538679337886661463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/04/entry-for-april-26-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7538679337886661463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7538679337886661463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/04/entry-for-april-26-2009.html' title='Entry for April 26, 2009'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-3264610702835254832</id><published>2009-04-13T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for April 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1239674309-hr-503.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-11" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just have signed up for facebook. It seems like an interesting website. But it has a big problem at least for me .... It is good that I can know about my family and friends and how they are doing every day but it doesn't give me some time to be with myself and think. I love writing but I don't like sharing my private moments of life with everybody. facebook seems like living with all of friends under a roof ! I don't feel very comfortable to be in my pajamas in front of everybody &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/9.gif" /&gt; And as busy as I am I rarely get time to dress up ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, we have been planning the boys' birthday party for a while and the boys are getting involved with the planing more and more. They have told us what they want for presents and also what kind of cake each one of them wants ! Yes, I think this year we will have to have one cake for each one of them !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We all had a beautiful Easter. The boys enjoyed egg hunting but expected the Easter bunny to be more generous &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They are going to bed every night by themselves and don't need me to stay in their room with them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are looking into finding a preschool for them and planing to let them go for 3 days a week for 3 hours a day. I am sure the separation will be more tough on me than them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-3264610702835254832?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/3264610702835254832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/04/entry-for-april-13-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3264610702835254832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3264610702835254832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/04/entry-for-april-13-2009.html' title='Entry for April 13, 2009'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-8279620863560560843</id><published>2009-03-27T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for March 27, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1238194176-hr-502.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-14" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been long ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can't live without writing. I can't hide my feeling and writing has always helped me go through hard stages of my life. When i don't get time to write, I really miss it. A lot of nights when I go to bed, I think of what I would write about my day and there is always something : not always a good thing, but something ! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We did have a long winter. It was really annoying. Thankfully we went to Texas for 17 days and escaped from the cold for a little while. However it seems like the winter is back .... We went for a walk today and it was very windy and we all felt cold. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We welcomed the Spring and Iranian New Year, when we were in Texas with my sister and her husband. We all had a wonderful time there which made it hard for all of us to leave. But still, I was happy when we were back. I think something inside me was missing our home. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today we went for the boys' preschool screening. It was very exciting but a little sad seeing that they are almost three now ! It feels like it was just yesterday that I was pregnant ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-8279620863560560843?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/8279620863560560843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/03/entry-for-march-27-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/8279620863560560843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/8279620863560560843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/03/entry-for-march-27-2009.html' title='Entry for March 27, 2009'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-2383490827151328650</id><published>2009-02-27T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for February 27, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1235794948-hr-501.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-17" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-2383490827151328650?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/2383490827151328650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/02/entry-for-february-27-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2383490827151328650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2383490827151328650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/02/entry-for-february-27-2009.html' title='Entry for February 27, 2009'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-9190204770004169332</id><published>2009-02-13T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for February 13, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1234573423-hr-500.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-20" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tonight will be exactly one week after the boys started going to bed alone. It was very hard for Relic the first few times. But now, they both are very fine with it. I still take them for brushing their teeth ( and they never miss it ) and then having them ready for bed, putting them in their pajamas and giving them the two engines to take in bed with them. Relic always wants to take Gordon and Thomas. But River chooses different engines every once in a while. I hold them one by one for a few minutes, talking with them and counting with them. then I put them in bed kissing them good night. I think they both are very proud of that. They mention every night that they are big boys and they go to bed there and Mommy goes to bed in the other room. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It is nice to have some time for me sitting and checking email, writing or watching TV with Michael. I am very proud of my sons and how they understand everything that they are supposed to do. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;These days I am trying to plan their third birthday party. We will probably have about 50 guests. I have already planned all the fun things that we want to do for the party and also what we want to get for the guests to eat and drink. But the place is still on hold. I hope we can decide before we go for our 17 days trip to Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-9190204770004169332?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/9190204770004169332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/02/entry-for-february-13-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/9190204770004169332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/9190204770004169332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/02/entry-for-february-13-2009.html' title='Entry for February 13, 2009'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7674044192138759700</id><published>2009-02-07T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boys! February 07, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1234062665-hr-499.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-23" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Relic and River are 33 months, but still need me to stay in their bedroom until they go to sleep. Maybe that's not quiet true... Maybe I should say that I still need to stay in their bedroom until they go to sleep.I enjoy watching them sleeping, listening to their breaths and enjoying the innocent smell of their room. Yes, that's true. I do know that I need them more than they need me. I do get tired a lot of times, running around, cleaning up, thinking about what to cook and plan fun events for them. But I do have fun spending time with them. I have never been so happy in my entire life and not so tired either. That's funny. Isn't it ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hold the boys for 2-3 minutes before I put them in bed. I talk with them about what we have done through the day, telling them how proud I am to think about what they have learned, and asking them to understand if I am not always very patient with them, that's because I get tired.... Then I go through what we are going to do a day after. Then we count to ten together and kissing good night. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Relic has been crying last night, today before his nap and tonight. He wanted me to stay and 'sit over there' pointing to the glider in their room. But I didn't listen and left. I am not sure if Relic understands how much it was hard for me to hear him crying but I hope one day he understands that I did it because I want him to start learning to be independent. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes, they are almost big boys now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7674044192138759700?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7674044192138759700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-boys-february-07-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7674044192138759700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7674044192138759700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-boys-february-07-2009.html' title='Big Boys! February 07, 2009'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-3783315226082697664</id><published>2009-01-24T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fun events, January 24, 2009</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I was driving back home, Relic asked me to take them to park! It was a cold day and snow had covered everywhere in the park! It was really surprising, considering how they have been avoiding going outside because of the cold weather! I stopped at Salem Common and opened the door, letting them feel how cold it was. But they still wanted to go to play in the playground. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was really cold and we were not prepared for walking in snow covered park. I had my gloves but the boys didn't have any. Neither of us was wearing boots. We all walked in cold snow to the swing and slide. The boys' eyes were tearing of cold. But they still wanted to play. I guess they had missed playing outside. They look so cute with those red and wet noses and I thought even they took a cold, it would be worth the joy :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This morning Michael and the boys went for a breakfast party and a show of Curious Creatures.  Michael could video tape a little how the boys were brave to touch every kind of animal there, even alligator and snake! I think the boys had a very wonderful time today with their Daddy and I am very glad that I wasn't there with them. Otherwise I would scream and would scare my boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-3783315226082697664?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/3783315226082697664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-fun-events-january-24-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3783315226082697664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3783315226082697664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-fun-events-january-24-2009.html' title='Some fun events, January 24, 2009'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-2567530290440198994</id><published>2009-01-19T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in Snow, January 19, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1232412126-hr-497.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-27" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;We have had a good winter so far: a lot of snow and the boys have been enjoying it. However most of the time, when I ask them if they want to go somewhere they say :No, it's cold! But when they have to go they really enjoy it. Yesterday we went to their friend, Aurora's birthday party. They had the party in Gymboree. Last time that we were there, was Aurora's first birthday party. She is a very cute little American-Norwegian girl and we like her parents. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The last book that the boys have been reading was The Snowy Day. I wanted them to experience all the things that "Peter" was doing in the book. So, today I took the boys to our little backyard to play. They really enjoyed the snow and if it was not for the  bubble bath  that I had promised them to have, I would have problem pulling them inside. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We are planning to spend our Iranian new year with my sister's family in Texas. I think the boys will have a blast, playing in a big house and be spoiled by their aunt Badri and uncle Robert there. A few weeks ago, when I was showing the boys some pictures and videos that they had from last year, River asked me to go to his Aunt Badri's home after watching a video of them with her running around and playing in her house in Texas. I think it was the biggest reason for Michael and I to decide going there.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I do remember how my nieces and nephews had a blast coming to my mother's home. I remember how patient my mother was with them, never complaining the mess and broken stuff in her house by them. I wasn't patient with children then, because I was not a mother yet, but still... I do feel bad that my boys don't have that blast,because of living far far away from my mother and family but  I am always thankful that my boys can have such a pure love in another side of the world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-2567530290440198994?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/2567530290440198994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/01/playing-in-snow-january-19-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2567530290440198994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2567530290440198994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/01/playing-in-snow-january-19-2009.html' title='Playing in Snow, January 19, 2009'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-4454428058702249069</id><published>2009-01-14T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for January 14, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1231960065-hr-496.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="600" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-30" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know, I haven't been writing ....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;From the last time that I wrote on my blog a lot of little things have happened that I am not sure if I remember them all. But the important thing is that I turned 38! I   really believe that age is just a number but for sure 38 is not my favorite one ;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Relic and River have been busy ( as they mention it themselves, sometimes ) jumping and running, playing computer games mostly from www.pbskids.com and www.starfall.com. They love to sound out words and are really good at that. River always looks for shortcuts and sometimes it makes things more complicated that they are. But he can use the mouse very well and because of that, he is mostly in charge of choosing games. Relic enjoys learning and tries to listen. They both are very different in a lot of ways but there are a lot of good things about them which are the same. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ghazal ( my very favorite niece ) is moving to Sweden to join her new husband tomorrow. I know things are not going to be easy for them but I know they both are very hard working people and will try their best to make the life that they had dreamed of. The most important thing is that they love each other and it will make things easy for them in a lot of ways. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have not been attending to the mothers of multiples meetings for a few months ( I did go to the mothers' holiday party dinner and had a lot of fun ). I am planning to go for tonight, but we will see ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-4454428058702249069?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/4454428058702249069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/01/entry-for-january-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4454428058702249069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4454428058702249069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2009/01/entry-for-january-14-2009.html' title='Entry for January 14, 2009'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-9002932334498810612</id><published>2008-12-28T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My smart sons! December 28, 2008</title><content type='html'>River and Relic are just 32 months and they have already started to read. They have known the alphabet from before they turned 2. They know how every letter sounds and it makes it easy for them to read the words. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Michael and I are trying to avoid being like any other parent who think that their children are very smart. But I have had 18 nieces and nephews which some of them are really smart(My niece Golrokh, who got her master degree in Polymer engineering from one of the best universities in the world, when she was only 23). But still. I believe that River and Relic are very smart. Talking with a lot of people who have been involved with children, makes me believe that I am not wrong :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-9002932334498810612?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/9002932334498810612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-smart-sons-december-28-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/9002932334498810612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/9002932334498810612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-smart-sons-december-28-2008.html' title='My smart sons! December 28, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7059958143845685024</id><published>2008-12-25T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas! December 25, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1230233163-hr-493.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="480" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-34" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Relic and River had a Merry Christmas, so far!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They got presents from Santa, Mama &amp;amp; Daddy, Granpa Reilly and Mimi, Khaleh Behjat and Khaleh Badri. They even had more gifts from their cousin Golrokh which I had to hide. Because I think they have had more than enough presents for today. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7059958143845685024?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7059958143845685024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-december-25-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7059958143845685024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7059958143845685024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-december-25-2008.html' title='Merry Christmas! December 25, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-3524507677731240763</id><published>2008-12-17T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night to My Very Special One! December 17, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1229543170-hr-492.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-37" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ghazal is not only my niece, she is my very favorite one. I was only 8 when she was born, but I stopped playing with dolls and started feeling like a mother to her. My sister was good enough to trust me and I was good enough to gain the trust. After a while I was babysitting Ghazal for hours alone and that's how we two got attached to each other emotionally. I remember how she came into my arms after my 2 weeks trip and how I felt good to have her back in my arms.Thanks to God, she was very easy going about everything and also very understanding. She listened very well, when I explained the reason of things to her and it made me respect her as a person even when she was just a toddler. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We grew up together and I have always been proud to have her. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She has been loving River and Relic from before they were born and it always makes my heart warm, thinking that my sons won't be alone. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ghazal is going to get married tomorrow and I couldn't make it to be there. It just breaks my heart ... but I am trying to handle it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She called me an hour ago to say Good Night before going to bed! Tomorrow she will be married and she needed my blessing to sleep better the last night of being single ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ghazal will have my blessing, not just because she is my favorite niece, but because she is her, my very special one ...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-3524507677731240763?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/3524507677731240763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-night-to-my-very-special-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3524507677731240763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3524507677731240763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-night-to-my-very-special-one.html' title='Good Night to My Very Special One! December 17, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7011442011344087748</id><published>2008-12-04T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's be thankful for what we have! December 04, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been having very hard days : My sons and I had a cold and also I have had a very bad shoulder pain which I don't know how it's come ! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My very favorite niece, Ghazal is getting married on December 18 and I know that I won't be able to go. Thinking about not being there makes me think about the big days that my boys are going to have and something tells me what if I won't be there .... Ghazal is like a daughter to me, my only daughter and if I can't be there on her wedding day ... I know it is silly. I am not planing to die, because I have a lot of things to do before I die . Too busy to find some time for dying &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, I am not having very easy days but the only thing that makes me smile is thinking about my sons. Thinking about how happy, loving, healthy and smart they are. And this thought reminds me how I should be thankful for what I have. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was looking at the website of St. Jude Children's  Hospital and thought .... No, I am not brave enough to even think about it for a second. So, let's be thankful for what we have .... Let's help as little as we can, the people that wish to be in our place even for a second ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7011442011344087748?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7011442011344087748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-be-thankful-for-what-we-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7011442011344087748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7011442011344087748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-be-thankful-for-what-we-have.html' title='Let&amp;#39;s be thankful for what we have! December 04, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6887306522322249851</id><published>2008-11-30T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, November 30, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1228095214-hr-490.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="600" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-41" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;We tried to make thanksgiving dinner simple. We didn't need to tire ourselves out. When Relic and River were taking their afternoon nap, I went to look at them and almost not believing that those little angels were my sons! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do know that I have a lot to be thankful for. But I believe the most important gifts that I have gotten in my life are my sons &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6887306522322249851?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6887306522322249851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-november-30-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6887306522322249851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6887306522322249851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-november-30-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving, November 30, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-9054412141837876334</id><published>2008-11-26T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for November 26, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1227748848-hr-488.jpg?w=256" alt="" title="" width="256" height="341" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-44" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't believe that Thanksgiving is already here &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" /&gt; I am a kind of person who wants to plan everything in advance, but a lot of things in my life have taught me that it is not always possible to plan everything in advance ! For example I had never planed to have twins but right now I think it happened for the best. Just imagining one of my boys alone, makes me sad. So, I think if you haven't planned things and they happen when you are not ready, will not be always bad ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are going to have a Thanksgiving dinner here in our home, just the four of us ! But we are going to try our best to make it a fun night for our sons. We believe that our sons -being American/Iranian- have a lot to enjoy. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are almost done with our Christmas shopping. Yesterday we had our pictures taken, ready to make Christmas cards. We are going to have a little Christmas tree this year ( much bigger than the old one ). The boys are old enough to enjoy Christmas this year and it makes it really exciting for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-9054412141837876334?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/9054412141837876334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/11/entry-for-november-26-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/9054412141837876334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/9054412141837876334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/11/entry-for-november-26-2008.html' title='Entry for November 26, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6578910679290446139</id><published>2008-11-14T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for November 14, 2008</title><content type='html'>Relic and River are getting involved with Thomas and friends like crazy ! They want to play "train", watch Thomas  and read stories about Thomas all the time. Every time that we buy them a new engine, they get a new catalog and sit and look at the pictures very carefully. They almost know all the characters and have a new list of what they want to "buy" everyday ! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tonight, we went to eat out and after that decided to go to Toys R us to let the boys burn their energy. We had told them that we were not going to buy anything for them. But when they found the aisle of Thomas and friends, they got very excited and started to pick some of the engines that they have in their "list". Michael and I had to tell them that we were not going to buy any of those then. Knowing that made them cry. It was the first time that they were crying in a store, wanting us to buy something for them. It was not easy for us watching them crying, but we had to let them learn that they can not always get what they want &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6578910679290446139?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6578910679290446139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/11/entry-for-november-14-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6578910679290446139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6578910679290446139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/11/entry-for-november-14-2008.html' title='Entry for November 14, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7955807120974180250</id><published>2008-11-04T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulation to the world ! November 05, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1225894733-hr-484.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="562" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-48" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I still remember how disappointed I was after the presidential election in 2004 when George W. Bush won. I almost couldn't sleep the first night, not knowing if it was for real or I was having a nightmare ! Living in Massachusetts which is a very democratic state, I had thought everyone in the US would vote for John Kerry, but I was not experienced enough to know that there were a lot of slow people who had not gotten what kind of president Bush was yet. That's why for this election I tried hard to not have my hopes up for Barack Obama to win....&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  I have been trying to follow the debates,  knowing the biography of Obama and McCain to help me know who I really want to win in this election. And now, I think Obama is going to be great ! I am really excited and know having a president like him for the US will help the world to be a better place to live in &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  It was so cute watching Relic and River running and shouting OBAMA everyday ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7955807120974180250?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7955807120974180250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/11/congratulation-to-world-november-05.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7955807120974180250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7955807120974180250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/11/congratulation-to-world-november-05.html' title='Congratulation to the world ! November 05, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-2560990550231277479</id><published>2008-10-29T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba-d az 1 sal! October 29, 2008</title><content type='html'>salam aghaye Aminpour-e aziz;&lt;br /&gt; emrooz yek sal ast ke shoma raftein va man har rooz nabavaranehtar be jaye khalie shoma negah mikonam. har rooz ba sedaye masoome bachehayam bidar  mishavam va har rooz dar ooje eshghi ke be anha daram be  azemat-e bari ke bar doosh dar fekr mikonam. mitarsam darmandeh bemanam, az ohdeash barnayayam va ya .... &lt;br /&gt; aghaye Aminpour-e aziz , yadetan hast ? parsal vaghti hanooz nemidanestam ke shoma raftein, vaghti ghandam be shedat pain raft, fekr mikardam ke zende nistam . mitarsidam az inke bachehayam ra tanha gozashte basham. Aghaye Aminpour az shoma mikhaham , tahte har sharayeti bachehayam ra komak konin. midanamhala ke shoma raftein, in darkhast cheghadr ahmaghane be nazar miresad. ama man midanam ke mohabate shoma cheghadr faragir ast, va shoma khoob midanid man cheghadr dar tardidha va tanhaihayam be shoma niazmandam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-2560990550231277479?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/2560990550231277479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/10/ba-d-az-1-sal-october-29-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2560990550231277479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2560990550231277479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/10/ba-d-az-1-sal-october-29-2008.html' title='Ba-d az 1 sal! October 29, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6384251596974606069</id><published>2008-10-18T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for October , 2008</title><content type='html'>Fall &lt;font size="3"&gt;has always been my favorite season. After moving to the US and living in New England&lt;/font&gt;, I have seen the most colorful days of my life. I have thought there is no reason for thinking that fall is a sad season. All the beautiful and happy colors that make your heart beat faster of excitement .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, it is different for me. I still think fall is the most special season, but ... I did lose one of my best friends in my entire life last year in fall. And now, where ever he is , I want him to know that without him I do feel lonely sometimes, but I know that I am not the only one who thinks this way .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6384251596974606069?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6384251596974606069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/10/entry-for-october-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6384251596974606069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6384251596974606069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/10/entry-for-october-2008.html' title='Entry for October , 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-5515073120667492012</id><published>2008-09-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael's 40th Birthday ! September 16, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1221596186-hr-480.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-53" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;We tried to give Michael a happy birthday. I had thought for long what to get him, but there was not anything that he needed which we could afford to buy ( I know he needs a big house for us ) . I just made his favorite breakfast, French toasts and Spaghetti for lunch. It is not like Michael is a big eater, but he is picky and there are not many things that he likes to eat. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  River and Relic were excited about the cards that they had for Daddy. They came out of their bedroom and gave the cards to Michael telling Happy Birthday, Daddy ! They were also very excited about the gift that they had for him. After I wrapped the present, was looking for a nice bow to put on the wrapped present. River didn't know what I was looking for in the closet but he had his own thoughts of decorating Daddy's present. He found an old blue bow and was trying to  stick it to the present. It was so cute what he was doing that I decided to use just that bow to decorate the present. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  My real gift to Michael was a date ! We had not gone out as a couple for more than 2 years ( The last time was Michael's 20th high school reunion and my brother in law Jay and his wife Jeanne took care of the boys ) I had asked a friend of ours to take care of the boys when we went out to an Italian restaurant Bella Verona  which is Michael's favorite place . The boys had a great playmate , Maeve who is 3 and is great to share and play with the boys. Sarah told that Relic did  not have an easy time adjusting not having us there. But when we went back after less than 2 hours, the boys were sitting at the table eating dinner with Maeve nicely. They did like what Sarah had made for them &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  When we came back home we had the cake and the boys were excited to blow the candles of 4 and 0 with their Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-5515073120667492012?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/5515073120667492012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/09/michael-40th-birthday-september-16-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/5515073120667492012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/5515073120667492012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/09/michael-40th-birthday-september-16-2008.html' title='Michael&amp;#39;s 40th Birthday ! September 16, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-3000128568158211705</id><published>2008-08-19T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beautiful memories of my sons' childhood, August 19, 2008</title><content type='html'>I do know there are a lot of precious moments motherhood that I won't need to remember as a memory for myself, because they will be stored in my heart and my soul. They will make me who I am. But because I may not have all the memories in word to tell to my children when they grow up, or possibly to my grandchildren , some day . Yes, My sister Behjat is right. I should try to write when ever I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that my sons are smart enough to be able to do what ever they want. They already know much more than other children in their age know. They love to learn and love to do new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River is very brave and goes to try everything and Relic wants to follow his brother in physical activities. But I believe Relic is a better child to follow directions than River is.  Relic listens carefully and wants to absorb what ever you are teaching him. But River wants to experience things by himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-3000128568158211705?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/3000128568158211705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-memories-of-my-sons-childhood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3000128568158211705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3000128568158211705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-memories-of-my-sons-childhood.html' title='The beautiful memories of my sons&amp;#39; childhood, August 19, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-492603339920221073</id><published>2008-08-16T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I wrong ? August 17, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1218963853-hr-475.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-57" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Long time ago, when I was not a mother yet, I was not enough patient with children. I would be mad if they were doing something that was not a "proper" thing to do.  I thought I was being strict. But I couldn't understand that a lot of things were very proper to do for little kids !&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Now, being a mother of two super active and smart 28 months old boys, I understand that kids need to explore a lot of things around them. Things that are not new for us at all, can be very interesting for kids to discover.  I don't remember in which book  I read that toddlers are like cavemen ! Should we expect a caveman to sit at the table and eat like us ? Should we expect a caveman to just sit on the couch crossing his legs ? Or even worse, expecting toddlers to be like brainless robots and repeat- please &amp;amp; thank you - to us ? I think that's just being impatient to not let a child being a child or even worse, it is being lazy to not want to sit and talk with a child to help him understand why we don't like what he is doing. We should give more respect to our children and do more than what we do for our pets ! Am I really wrong ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I really don't feel comfortable to go to places that don't have enough respect for my children and act towards them like they are just puppies which need to learn!  I am really going to rethink about where I should take my children.  I know it is not a very  easy decision to make  but it really hurts me to see how some people are narrow minded about who a child is ! &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-492603339920221073?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/492603339920221073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-i-wrong-august-17-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/492603339920221073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/492603339920221073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-i-wrong-august-17-2008.html' title='Am I wrong ? August 17, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-5388965352511684123</id><published>2008-08-11T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for August 11, 2008</title><content type='html'>Relic had his last visit with his Early Intervention teacher, Allison today. The boys have learned a lot during the six months of visiting Allison one hour each week. Allison is a very caring and kind person who loves children. It is kind of sad, thinking that the boys won't have her as much. Of course they are still going for Early Intervention playgroups and can see Allison occasionally there, but still ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River had his last visit last week. They both are doing amazingly well. They surprise me everyday with all the things that they know. Allison is right : River and Relic are sponges. They learn very fast and are growing up fast too. I was looking at their feet some time ago and thinking that those feet don't look like babies' feet any more. I look at their baby pictures and it feels like it was just yesterday ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy having them every single minute as age as they are. I want them to grow up and I do want them to enjoy every moment of their childhood.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-5388965352511684123?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/5388965352511684123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/08/entry-for-august-11-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/5388965352511684123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/5388965352511684123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/08/entry-for-august-11-2008.html' title='Entry for August 11, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-361892535878721827</id><published>2008-07-14T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great week in summer :) July 14, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1216044600-hr-473.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="299" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-61" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been having a lot of fun this summer. Last week, the boys had a great time in their early intervention play group. It was a hot day and they went for water playing, in a little pool and playing with the sprinkler which their teacher Sarah had been setting up for them. A day after that which was also a hot day, I took them to Deverox beach in Marblehead. A day after that we went to Ipswich River Park and the boys had tons of fun with pony ride, music and dancing. A day after that we went for twins play group wich was hosted generously by Janna and the boys had a lot of fun playing with older twins. ( The picture was taken there )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the weekend the boys' Nana and grandpa Jack came to visit and yesterday we went to Forest River Park for the first anniversary of Parents United in Salem Organization and the boys had a lot of fun for hours, there . &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am sure the boys are looking forward to have more fun these days and I will try my best to help them enjoy their childhood. Because I do know how these days flies by. My niece Golrokh who was born just yesterday ( that's how I feel ) turned 26 today &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" /&gt; She is a wonderful and smart girl and I am really proud of her. Happy Birthday to my little niece Golrokh &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/11.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-361892535878721827?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/361892535878721827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-great-week-in-summer-july-14-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/361892535878721827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/361892535878721827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-great-week-in-summer-july-14-2008.html' title='What a great week in summer :) July 14, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-5994654936027745121</id><published>2008-07-04T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River on 4th of July , July 05, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1215265065-hr-472.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-64" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;River picked the red B ( a symbol for Boston Baseball team ) for his face himself. He was sitting very still and did surprise the painter lady with how patient he was sitting on his Daddy's lap for the B to be painted on his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-5994654936027745121?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/5994654936027745121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/07/river-on-4th-of-july-july-05-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/5994654936027745121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/5994654936027745121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/07/river-on-4th-of-july-july-05-2008.html' title='River on 4th of July , July 05, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-1200475814439229248</id><published>2008-07-04T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relic in 4th of July, July 05, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1215264706-hr-470.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-67" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Relic was very anxius for having the painting on his face. He did pick the flag for his face and was really happy with it &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-1200475814439229248?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/1200475814439229248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/07/relic-in-4th-of-july-july-05-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1200475814439229248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1200475814439229248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/07/relic-in-4th-of-july-july-05-2008.html' title='Relic in 4th of July, July 05, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-517101856411144318</id><published>2008-07-04T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy 4th of July :) July 05, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1215264443-hr-469.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-70" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-517101856411144318?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/517101856411144318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july-july-05-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/517101856411144318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/517101856411144318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july-july-05-2008.html' title='A Happy 4th of July :) July 05, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-2537556709251630891</id><published>2008-07-03T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for July 03, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1215109230-hr-468.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-73" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, I am having a tough time telling NO to my sons. It is not like I have decided to not spoil them any more. Because I don't believe if I have been spoiling them. I believe that they are very smart boys who want to discover everything around them, but they also are very caring boys. They do a very good job sharing their toys with other children when we go to playgrounds and also, when they see that I am not happy with they have been doing, they stop doing it, come and want to give me a hug. But they just need to stop and think what the situation is and if their mother is happy with what that they are doing. And this, doesn't happen often .... It is just because they are very smart and active 2 year old boys. We have to understand that! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;They do know all the lower case and upper case English alphabet, they can count to 14 and sometimes more and recognize them. They know 11 colors : red, green, blue, yellow, orange, black, white, brown, pink, purple and gray . But because they are smart, we should not expect them to act like adults. They are just 26 months ! We should give them right to climb up the furniture, jump and many other things that adults don't do. Maybe I couldn't understand this when I didn't have children, but now I know how different children's world can be. And I believe it is more different than ours especially if they are smart and active children. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I don't know... Sometimes I think like maybe I am spoiling my sons to let them do a lot of things and feel really bad when others want to stop them ( especially if it makes my sons feel embarrassed ) But I believe my there is always a good way to stop my sons from doing things that we don't want them to do. It is not like I think my sons can go and do what ever they want, but I really feel bad if adults stop my sons not caring about how these little guys are going to feel. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;When 3 months ago we were going to see my sister and her husband in Texas for 10 days, I was worried ... Knowing how neat and clean my sister is ( Oh! she used to be hypersensitive about cleaning everything ) I was worried if she would feel bad about my sons touching or possibly breaking the new things in her new house and that's why I had wanted to talk with her before we bought the ticket. We saw how patient and kind her husband and her were to my children during our long visit. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I know there are things that I need to change about my children. Because they are growing up. I am trying to do that. I have already started to put them in bed, without me lying down with them. I just sit on a glider in their bedroom, caressing their little feet sometimes. Today I started to take away their blankets during the day. They are very attached to their blankets was really hard for them. But I tried to make them busy with books and games. They do handle changes very well and I am really proud of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-2537556709251630891?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/2537556709251630891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/07/entry-for-july-03-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2537556709251630891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2537556709251630891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/07/entry-for-july-03-2008.html' title='Entry for July 03, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-1752098659510446258</id><published>2008-06-24T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for June 24, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What a crazy month! When I look back , I feel like I am doing nothing but I am busy every single hour!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last month we had the 50th anniversary of our North Shore Mothers of Multiples club and it was really nice. I got to meet the founder of the club. I did have a wonderful time with other mothers but couldn't stay long at the party. I did miss my family and needed to come back home to put my sons in bed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last weekend, we went to Maine to be in Kyle's graduation party. We stayed at their place over night and went to see some friends of Michael the morning after. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think there were much more that we did last month, but I am too tired to think of them right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-1752098659510446258?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/1752098659510446258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-for-june-24-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1752098659510446258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1752098659510446258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-for-june-24-2008.html' title='Entry for June 24, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7256822556909536825</id><published>2008-05-29T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for May 30, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1212154029-hr-465.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-77" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt; In the last weeks, it has been many times that I have needed to sit and write, but when ever I get a little time for writing, I find another thing which needs to be done .... Sometimes I feel like I am just turning around myself, doing nothing, learning nothing ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, I haven't worked as a structural engineer for more than three years. And being away from the career that I love makes me feel useless sometimes. I do get tired sometimes, very tired. Especially if I am sick, it is really hard to deal with my very active, hungry for learning sons. I am trying my best to do what ever I can for my sons, but still ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lat week, when the boys just started to wake up after their nap, it started to rain very hard and I remembered that I had left the car's windows open ! Michael is very sensitive about his car's seats not getting wet sometimes.(Considering how the gas price is going up, it is wise to use his car and not mine because Michael's car is hybrid ) So I had to run to close the windows fast. I just took the key and left the house not closing the door's house behind me. I had parked the car cross street and when I was running there, I heard Relic crying and following me, bare feet in the street, in the rain. I just ran back to hold him and take with me to the car. When I closed the car windows, holding Relic in my arms, just heard River crying and running to us bare feet. I was just lucky to get him before he ran into street which was more dangerous with the heavy rain and the cars going fast. Three of us were all wet, and the boys were holding me tightly coming back home. River wasn't feeling good emotionally the rest of the day. He wanted me to hold him and kiss him all the time. I am just hoping the this memory is not going to turn to a nightmare for my sons for the rest of their lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, it is really hard to raise two very active boys at the same time. But it is worth it. I do have the most beautiful moments as a mother of twins. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just a few days ago, Michael and I were sitting in the kitchen having some snack with each other. Relic was running back and forth the long side of kitchen and laughing. River was in the living room then playing with some toys and couldn't see what was making his brother so happy. He could hear him laughing so came to the kitchen to see what was going on. Relic ran to his brother, telling him something just in few syllables and just by that, River knew what to do. He started to run with his brother and laughing. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We went to Richardson's' farm on memorial day , getting some ice cream and we thought to let the boys go for golf there. They both were very good for just being two years old. Learned a lot and enjoyed it. They also enjoyed watching the cows.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7256822556909536825?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7256822556909536825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/05/entry-for-may-30-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7256822556909536825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7256822556909536825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/05/entry-for-may-30-2008.html' title='Entry for May 30, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-3868057914159381479</id><published>2008-05-08T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for May 09, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1210339959-hr-463.jpg?w=449" alt="" title="" width="449" height="361" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-80" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes ! Relic and River are big boys now ! They sit at table to eat with us and they really like it, so do we. And also, they are not coming to our bed in the middle of night any more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God knows how hard it was for me to close their bedroom door and let them cry when they wanted to come to cuddle with me in the middle of night. I do know, I am the one who needs them more than they need me. They have learned to be in their bed, but I still wake up in the middle of night missing their warm innocent bodies. Sometimes I go to watch them, sometimes I even go to kiss their foreheads when they are sleeping ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, they are growing up faster than I expect not asking if I am ready.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-3868057914159381479?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/3868057914159381479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/05/entry-for-may-09-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3868057914159381479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3868057914159381479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/05/entry-for-may-09-2008.html' title='Entry for May 09, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-2775049154969687379</id><published>2008-05-05T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for May 05, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;aghaye Aminpour aziz, salam &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;delam baraye hameye letafate roohetoon tang shode. delam baraye roozai ke ba hosele mineshastin va be hameye harfa va dard e delaye man goosh mikardin tang shode. vaghti fekr mikonam ke dige kasi ro nadaram ke ba etemade kamel azash komak bekham az ghose mikham beterekam. aghaye Aminpour, in rooza az hamishe bishtar be shoma niaz daram. bozorg kardane bacheham pichidast, gahi khaste misham va kheyli vaghta be bon bast miresam. mikham ba shoma va faghat shoma harf bezanam. shoma tanha kasi hastin ke man mitoonam ba aramesh hameye do deliham ro dar mioon bezaram. bazi rooza ehsas mikonam dige taghat nadaram. fekr mikonam daram divoone misham. mikham bahatoon harf bezanam. yadame ye bar behetoon goftam delam misooze ke Salman Harati zende nist ke sheraye taze bege va shoma goftin khob to az ghole Salman begoo. emrooz fekr mikardam age shoma boodin mikhastin man hesam ro benevisam va man fekr kardam benevisam ke cheghadr delam baratoon tang shode. benevisam va beporsam chera ma ro tanha gozashtin ? aghaye aminpour ? mikham bahatoon harf bezanam ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-2775049154969687379?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/2775049154969687379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/05/entry-for-may-05-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2775049154969687379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2775049154969687379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/05/entry-for-may-05-2008.html' title='Entry for May 05, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-2960954888087786438</id><published>2008-04-21T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for April 21, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1208791513-hr-455.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-84" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;River and Relic turned TWO ! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The last two years have been the most challenging but amazing years of my life. I am always thankful to be the mother of these two wonderful boys &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Their birthday party went great. We all had a great time and the boys really enjoyed the company of their friends &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-2960954888087786438?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/2960954888087786438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/04/entry-for-april-21-2008.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2960954888087786438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2960954888087786438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/04/entry-for-april-21-2008.html' title='Entry for April 21, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-4027852811628576934</id><published>2008-04-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for April 13, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1208134200-hr-454.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="675" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-87" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are planning a big birthday party for Relic and River. They are going to turn 2 next week. Almost 30 of their friends with their parents are coming to the party so we are going to have almost 70 guests. Yes, I know. For being two , 30 friends is too much, but Relic and River are really popular and have a lot of friends. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is really exciting to plan the party. I hope it is going to be a joyful party for everyone &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-4027852811628576934?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/4027852811628576934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/04/entry-for-april-13-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4027852811628576934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4027852811628576934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/04/entry-for-april-13-2008.html' title='Entry for April 13, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-1081845325268281574</id><published>2008-04-11T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for April 11, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today is Michael's last day of work in TechTarget. We both have been confused about how we feel about him leaving this job and going to work in another place. Thankfully Michael is leaving TechTarget for a better opportunity, but still it is kind of sad. I do remember the day that he got a phone call about him going to start the job there. I remember how we were excited about it. That night, we had a little celebration making a big dinner. We didn't have the boys then so we did have time to eat like people &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael has worked almost three years for TechTarget and has had very special days there. He had a very caring boss which was good enough to understand how Michael cared about his job and if he had problems taking care of his pregnant wife and after that his sons, sometimes. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael is very smart and loves his job as a computer engineer and always looks for a more challenging situation so I know he might want to leave the jobs but as I told him last night, we will always remember the days that he worked in TechTarget because those days were the very special days of our life together &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-1081845325268281574?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/1081845325268281574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/04/entry-for-april-11-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1081845325268281574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1081845325268281574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/04/entry-for-april-11-2008.html' title='Entry for April 11, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6096932375836973471</id><published>2008-04-06T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for April 06, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1207509358-hr-451.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="381" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-91" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I feel like I am living in my own world, not caring what is out there and after that I feel guilty. You know ? At a time, I couldn't enjoy anything for myself just because I thought it was silly to enjoy little things, it would be selfish to be happy if there was anybody sad out there. Now I think I was sick at that time and I know it wasn't my fault to feel like that. I had been raised during war and had seen people die and of course the theme of country was the angel of death ! Yes, I remember that wearing gray socks was forbidden at school because gray was kind of white and white could attract men &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" /&gt; So, we had to wear just navy, dark brown and black ! And that's another reason for me to hate dark colors now ... Anyway, we were forced to not think of anything happy or exciting. At that time, I thought to never have a child, because I thought it wouldn't be fair to have a child if there was a child out there who didn't have anybody as family.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But now, I think if I can't do anything to change the world, why do I have to ruin my own world ? I enjoy my sons' happiness. I laugh with them when they laugh and feel like the luckiest woman in the world when I go for a little walk with my husband holding our sons' little hands. This is my world now, simple but beautiful and I am not going to exchange it with anything else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6096932375836973471?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6096932375836973471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/04/entry-for-april-06-2008.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6096932375836973471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6096932375836973471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/04/entry-for-april-06-2008.html' title='Entry for April 06, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-2992580148748478808</id><published>2008-03-31T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for March 31, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1206994064-hr-450.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-94" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been so long after that last time that I had a little time to write. Not because I haven't had anything exciting and special in my life to write about but because I have been busier than other days. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had a wonderful trip to Texas, visiting my sister and her husband. We all had a great time there, but River and Relic enjoyed it the most. My sister, Badri loves children and her husband is a very patient and kind man. River and Relic had a lot of fun playing with their aunt and listening to their uncle ready books to them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We started our new Iranian year with my sister and her husband in Humble, TX. Last year we started our new Iranian year at my mother's with her and my other sister's familyin Tehran, Iran. I do feel lucky that my children are loved very much and are always surrounded by love and care. There is nothing better than this for a mother to feel. I know that my children appreciate the love and care that they feel and it makes me feel really good, because I don't want them to think that they are loved just because they deserve it. I want them to care , respect and appreciate what ever they get. I am their mother and seeing them happy makes me happy, so I don't need them to be thankful for what I do for them . But I think when you learn to be thankful you will enjoy and see what you are given better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-2992580148748478808?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/2992580148748478808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/03/entry-for-march-31-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2992580148748478808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2992580148748478808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/03/entry-for-march-31-2008.html' title='Entry for March 31, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-2749162809526962243</id><published>2008-03-16T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for March 16, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1205696268-hr-447.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-97" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-2749162809526962243?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/2749162809526962243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/03/entry-for-march-16-2008.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2749162809526962243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2749162809526962243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/03/entry-for-march-16-2008.html' title='Entry for March 16, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6548487424303865265</id><published>2008-02-16T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Mother, February 17, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A friend of mine sent me this story which really touched me and I thought to share it :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations." But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an impoortantbusiness meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, &lt;br /&gt;just to make sure her baby is all right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at &lt;span class="yshortcuts" style="cursor:hand;"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a cchil. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish &lt;br /&gt;her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish his or hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to know that a Cecaesareanarhiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would not now find very romantic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice, and drunk driving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my &lt;br /&gt;eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6548487424303865265?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6548487424303865265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/02/being-mother-february-17-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6548487424303865265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6548487424303865265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/02/being-mother-february-17-2008.html' title='Being a Mother, February 17, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-4438447607518275616</id><published>2008-01-18T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in last two weeks, January 18, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1200717883-hr-444.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="362" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-101" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before being a mother, I always thought that parents should be all happy to see their children growing up, but ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the last two weeks, my boys moved out of their cribs and also no bottles any more for them. Of course, these were our decisions but still, we thought they were ready for moving to the next steps, because they are not babies any more. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today I wanted to take my boys to children museum of Salem. I couldn't find a parking spot close enough to the museum and had to walk a little. I thought to not take the stroller and let my boys walk with me. I was holding their little hands which were warmer than mine and walked all the way from where i parked my car to the museum. When I was crossing street with them I was thinking Oh, my God ! these are my little boys walking with me, passing all the ice and puddles with me &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, I can never hold my sons like how I used to when they were little babies, but it doesn't mean that I am not going to enjoy every stage that they are growing into &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-4438447607518275616?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/4438447607518275616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-in-last-two-weeks-january-18-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4438447607518275616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4438447607518275616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-in-last-two-weeks-january-18-2008.html' title='Just in last two weeks, January 18, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-3157924104228412070</id><published>2008-01-14T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Daddy Jerry and Mom Garnett for the first time, January 13, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1200407284-hr-443.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-104" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a wonderful time with Michael's father and his wife. They both are really warm and loving people and lots of love for our sons. Relic and River both enjoyed playing with grandpa and listening to Mimi reading stories to them. They also enjoyed playing with her walker ! What a great toy for them ! And Mimi was a typical grandmother who was spoiling River and Relic with gifts and candies and giving them ride with her walker. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do feel happy and proud to have such a wonderful people as my relatives &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-3157924104228412070?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/3157924104228412070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/01/meeting-daddy-jerry-and-mom-garnett-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3157924104228412070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3157924104228412070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/01/meeting-daddy-jerry-and-mom-garnett-for.html' title='Meeting Daddy Jerry and Mom Garnett for the first time, January 13, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-3266847821179485225</id><published>2008-01-06T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for January 06, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1199635778-sc-442.jpg?w=155" alt="" title="" width="155" height="219" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-107" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night, we put the boys in their actual bed. Maybe not, because they both slept in one bed. We thought it was a little early to trust them for sleeping in the top bed of their bunk bed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My boys are growing up faster than I want.... We put the cribs away to give them to a friend who just gave birth to her second child. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-3266847821179485225?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/3266847821179485225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/01/entry-for-january-06-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3266847821179485225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3266847821179485225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/01/entry-for-january-06-2008.html' title='Entry for January 06, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6247628195373315127</id><published>2008-01-01T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for January 01, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1199245672-hr-439.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-110" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6247628195373315127?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6247628195373315127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/01/entry-for-january-01-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6247628195373315127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6247628195373315127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2008/01/entry-for-january-01-2008.html' title='Entry for January 01, 2008'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7538187292505248076</id><published>2007-12-25T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas ! December 25, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1198622292-hr-436.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="675" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-113" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7538187292505248076?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7538187292505248076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-december-25-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7538187292505248076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7538187292505248076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-december-25-2007.html' title='Merry Christmas ! December 25, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7212722452373957649</id><published>2007-12-22T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yalda Night 1386, December 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1198422618-hr-433.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-116" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;After bring in Holiday Party of Michael's office, it took long to come back home because of all the traffic which was caused by Christmas shoppers and snow. So we couldn't be home early enough to cook for Yalda Night. Michael had suggested to defrost some Iranian stew for dinner and it was the only thing that I could do having such a short time to get ready. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had bought watermelon and pomegranate and I made some popcorn ( Thanks to my sister Behjat Jan for suggesting that). So everything came out pretty well and we could celebrate Yalda Night as a family together &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7212722452373957649?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7212722452373957649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/12/yalda-night-1386-december-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7212722452373957649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7212722452373957649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/12/yalda-night-1386-december-2007.html' title='Yalda Night 1386, December 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-4833683158551312618</id><published>2007-12-17T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for December 17, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I was taking a nap! ( Yes, I know ! Not often I get that ! ) Then I heard Relic winning around me. I decided to pretend being asleep. And it made Relic wanting to leave me. Then it was quiet and you know how it can not be good sometimes &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt; So I went to see what was going on and found Relic in his brother's bed lying down close to him &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It almost made me cry ( in a good way ).... My heart feels warm, thinking about the day that IIam not with them but they will have each other &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tonight when I was kissing my sons good night, I was thinking how I will miss these kisses when I die ... Oh no, I don't want to die soon. I want to live for long, watching my boys growing up &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-4833683158551312618?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/4833683158551312618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/12/entry-for-december-17-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4833683158551312618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4833683158551312618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/12/entry-for-december-17-2007.html' title='Entry for December 17, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7263461797165718283</id><published>2007-12-14T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is almost here ! December 15, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1197728541-hr-430.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-120" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7263461797165718283?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7263461797165718283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-is-almost-here-december-15-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7263461797165718283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7263461797165718283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-is-almost-here-december-15-2007.html' title='Winter is almost here ! December 15, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7761371753461504121</id><published>2007-11-28T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys and their classes, November 28, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1196302002-hr-428.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-123" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relic and River have been going to the classes of Early Intervention, not because they need that but because I am trying to fill their schedule and let them learn as much as they can. At first I was happy to take the boys there because the classes were free there &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/9.gif" /&gt; but now, the best thing that I like about those classes is the teacher that the boys have. Sarah is  a very strict but kind and caring woman. Nothing that the kids do in the class can be hidden from her. She sees every little bad or good thing that the kids do. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is really important to Relic and River how their teacher thinks about them so they do try to not be bad. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday , in the circle time of the class, Relic wished to sit on his teacher's lap and Sarah was enough kind to let him. He was looking at his classmates with a grin on his face : he did like that view of the class &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When Relic went to sit on the teacher's lap, River decided to sit on his brother's seat and after that one of their classmates moved to River's seat. After awhile when the teacher wanted to get something from the shelves , Relic decided to go back to his seat  and saw that River had taken it. He was not patient enough to let his brother keeps sitting there. He pulled River from the seat and sat on his seat. River didn't fight ( he usually does not ) , stood up and looked at his seat which had been taken by another boy. River didn't want to pull the boy out of the seat ( he is too kind to do that ) . He looked to find an empty seat and found one in the far corner of class and went to sit there. He looked adorable when he was going to sit there. I loved how independent and kind he was. He was going to sit some where which would not be close to me or his brother, but he didn't care &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After their snack time Relic went to sit on the teacher's seat, had a box that the teacher uses to take some different things from to sing and teach, on his little lap and started to offer some cards to his classmates to chose from them ( That's what their teacher does to know which song should be song ) I didn't know what he was doing but Sarah, the teacher saw and knew that Relic was trying to do the circle time just like a teacher &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As much as I am happy with how Relic and River are doing in the early intervention classes , I am disappointed about how they are in the art class. Until today I was blaming them ( mostly my little River ) about that, but today I noticed that it is not really their fault. The teacher doesn't take her job very seriously and wants to chat with parents all the time. I am thinking to not take the boys there any more, maybe it is not worth it to wake the boys up, dress them and take them in such a cold days when they are not getting anything there, but we have paid for the classes and also maybe it is good for them to know that not every teacher is good &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7761371753461504121?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7761371753461504121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-boys-and-their-classes-november-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7761371753461504121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7761371753461504121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-boys-and-their-classes-november-28.html' title='My boys and their classes, November 28, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-8507193301939418092</id><published>2007-11-21T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>شعر ناگفته – قیصر امین پور</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;شعر ناگفته&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;!نه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;کاری به کار عشق ندارم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;من هیچ&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;چیز و هیچ کسی را&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;دیگر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;در این زمانه دوست ندارم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;انگار&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;این روزگار چشم ندارد من و تو را&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;یک روز&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-indent:36pt;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;خوشحال و بی ملال ببیند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;زیرا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;هر چیز و هر کسی را&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;که دوست تر بداری&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;حتی اگر که یک نخ سیگار&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...یا زهرمار باشد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;از تو دریغ می کند&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;پس &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;من با همه وجودم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;خودم را زدم به مردن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;تا روزگار ، دیگر&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;کاری به کار من نداشته باشد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;این شعر تازه را هم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...ناگفته می گذارم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;...تا روزگار بو نبرد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;گفتم که&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!کاری به کار عشق ندارم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-8507193301939418092?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/8507193301939418092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/8507193301939418092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/8507193301939418092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='شعر ناگفته – قیصر امین پور'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-8623185536246553334</id><published>2007-11-18T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for November 18, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1195405211-hr-422.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="300" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-127" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I find a little time by myself, I go back to the old days when I could go to see my deceased friend Gheysar Aminpur when ever I wished. I could talk with him about what ever I wanted and he was always there to listen. There was never that I could think he was not listening carefully to me. I bet he was the same for all other friends that he had. He did help me to go through a lot of emotional problems that I had at that time. The last problem that I had and needed to talk with him about was about my babies when I was pregnant.... I never got time to tell him how thankful I was to have him .... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thinking about not having him any more makes me want to scream. But I have to be strong.... I am a mother now so I have to be strong ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-8623185536246553334?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/8623185536246553334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/11/entry-for-november-18-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/8623185536246553334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/8623185536246553334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/11/entry-for-november-18-2007.html' title='Entry for November 18, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-1673681215527335963</id><published>2007-11-07T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for November 07, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The last days of October didn't go well... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One night after I went to help the boys go back to sleep I came to check email and found out that my dear friend Charlie had lost his beloved wife, Fay . I went back to bed crying and told Michael about it. It was really hard to imagine how Charlie was feeling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The last night of October when I was waiting for my sister and her husband to come to our home for the first time and I was very happy and excited about it, I got an email from a friend who lives in Canada, telling me about my very dear friend, the greatest poet I have ever met, the best human being , &lt;a href="http://www.farsnews.com/newstext.php?nn=8608080003"&gt;Gheysar Aminpour &lt;/a&gt;passing away in a hospital in Tehran ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-1673681215527335963?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/1673681215527335963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/11/entry-for-november-07-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1673681215527335963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1673681215527335963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/11/entry-for-november-07-2007.html' title='Entry for November 07, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-513020133637192349</id><published>2007-10-27T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Halloween Party, October 27, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1193525930-hr-418.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-131" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-513020133637192349?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/513020133637192349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/twin-halloween-party-october-27-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/513020133637192349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/513020133637192349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/twin-halloween-party-october-27-2007.html' title='Twin Halloween Party, October 27, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-3995996341715008364</id><published>2007-10-25T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for October 25, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1193335160-hr-416.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-134" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, the boys had their second Art class. The night before, Relic was coughing a lot and couldn't sleep well, so didn't I. That's why we woke up late and had to run to get ready and go to the class. I was trying to feed the boys their breakfast on every red light. River was good and ate some but Relic just wanted to drink milk. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the class, Relic was sitting close to their teacher and was listening carefully, but River wanted to play. With the help of their teacher Relic did finish their projects which were an apple tree and a big apple, but River wanted to run away with his paintbrush. He did paint his pants and mine pretty well &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am not sure if River just had bad moments and didn't want to be with his class or if he doesn't like the class. I just don't know what to do. If I had just River, I would leave the class and let River go to play but Relic really likes the class and we have to let him enjoy. River really likes Gymboree classes, so it is not like he doesn't enjoy any of the classes, but still it is hard for me to see that River has to stay in a class that he is not enjoying much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-3995996341715008364?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/3995996341715008364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/entry-for-october-25-2007.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3995996341715008364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3995996341715008364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/entry-for-october-25-2007.html' title='Entry for October 25, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6139055159350971806</id><published>2007-10-21T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the Fall Season, October 21, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1192997111-hr-413.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="450" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-137" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6139055159350971806?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6139055159350971806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/enjoying-fall-season-october-21-2007.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6139055159350971806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6139055159350971806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/enjoying-fall-season-october-21-2007.html' title='Enjoying the Fall Season, October 21, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6326352582536706078</id><published>2007-10-17T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Artists, October 17, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1192677742-hr-408.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-140" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today River and Relic had their art class trial and did really well. Of course they had their crazy moments, running around the class ( River even ran away 2-3 times and I had to run out to get him ), and moving the little chairs around the class, but they did sit quiet awhile to do their projects ! I am not going to lie to tell that did they did all the work. I helped them a lot, but they did try to work with play dough, glue and paintbrush for the first time and did really well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, something new to add to their busy schedule : Art class every Wednesday morning &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6326352582536706078?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6326352582536706078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-little-artists-october-17-2007.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6326352582536706078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6326352582536706078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-little-artists-october-17-2007.html' title='My Little Artists, October 17, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-2870726523578277084</id><published>2007-10-10T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Colorful Day in Danvers Park, Entry for October 10, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1192040914-hr-405.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-143" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had thought on the way to Gymboree, taking the boys to Danvers park and let them enjoy feeding the ducks in the pond. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The park looked really beautiful and I think the boys enjoyed all the colors. Feeding the ducks was so much fun and we all loved it. Thinking that when it gets cold I won't be able to take the boys out made me stay in the park and let the boys play there and not going to Gymboree. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The boys got all dirty and wet playing with colorful but wet leaves and chasing the squirrels. Coming home, they were so tired that went to sleep in the car and I thought to let them sleep there, so I took my lunch into the car and stayed there for more than one hour until they woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the afternoon I took the boys to our neighbor's house to let them play with Elisa and Lena two sweet little girls who really love to play with River and Relic. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I had my NSMOM meeting tonight and when I was going there, I was happy that I got to spend a lot of time with River and Relic today, help them enjoy the day. The whole time for me not being with the boys was less than 3 hours but driving home I was missing them and  wished to hold and smell them before they go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-2870726523578277084?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/2870726523578277084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/colorful-day-in-danvers-park-entry-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2870726523578277084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2870726523578277084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/colorful-day-in-danvers-park-entry-for.html' title='A Colorful Day in Danvers Park, Entry for October 10, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-4282566330075084218</id><published>2007-10-08T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Missing Father, October 08, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1191898403-sc-403.jpg?w=211" alt="" title="" width="211" height="333" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; Nine or ten years ago ( I don't want to think hard ), a day like this, my father died in a hospital not having any of his 13 children around.  But many many years before that, he was gone from my life. He got busy with his new life, new wife and new children. I don't have many memories of him. I barely can remember his smile and that's why this picture  of him really surprised me (Thanks to my brother Behzad for sharing this picture).    If  I  close my eyes and  try to remember him for one moment, for sure I will not imagine him smiling.  There are a lot of things about me that my siblings believe are like him and maybe one is being hard to smile ( Oh yes,  a few years ago, one of my nephews mentioned that he used to be afraid of me when he was very young because I was always angry at him ) but I am trying very hard to not be like my father in many many ways. Of course he was a great teacher, a very honest and frank man and many other good things which I will try to follow, but ....  Oh, never mind ! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; My children are my life now. I enjoy seeing their father playing with them and reading to them. I enjoy when Michael gets excited to see how cute they are and comes to hug me. I enjoy telling stories of my day with the boys to Michael and see how his eyes sparkle being proud of his sons.  Seeing my sons having a caring and loving father is helping me forget about a big gap in my life : My always missing father ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-4282566330075084218?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/4282566330075084218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-missing-father-october-08-2007.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4282566330075084218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4282566330075084218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-missing-father-october-08-2007.html' title='My Missing Father, October 08, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-4807739618326539345</id><published>2007-10-07T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October The Candy Month, October 07, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/56.gif" /&gt; Living in Salem-MA, October is my favorite month. I love how the streets look alive with all the Halloween decorations and the tourist, coming to see The Witch City. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;October 4th, we had a very exciting parade in Salem. River and Relic had dressed up as monkeys ( They are always busy doing monkey business &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt; ) and got a lot of candies that day. Relic was scared at first but then he started to love the crowd being dressed up in strange outfits and giving them candies. He was standing up close to me, waving for people in the parade, taking candies which he was being offered and put them back in their wagon &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt; River did have pretty good time in his daddy's arms. I think he wanted to be there to see everything better. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;October 5th, we had mayor's night out and went for trick or treating to the stores around the mall. The boys did get a lot of candies and were excited to pick the candies from the bowls. They walked for almost one hour and were really hungry when we came back home. We did let them eat one lollipop each one, when we were walking home and they really liked it &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are still some more Halloween parties that we are looking forward to join  &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/56.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/5.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/56.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-4807739618326539345?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/4807739618326539345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-candy-month-october-07-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4807739618326539345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4807739618326539345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-candy-month-october-07-2007.html' title='October The Candy Month, October 07, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6242954511521620105</id><published>2007-10-01T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Danvers Park &amp; Library, October 01, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1191280436-hr-400.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is hard to remember how life was like when we didn't have children ! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Danvers park one of our favorite places to go. We both enjoyed the big trees, beautiful lake and cozy gazebo there and went to have lunch there many times. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, when I take the boys there, the first thing that we enjoy is feeding the ducks in the lake. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I took the boys to Danvers library after they burnt a lot of energy in the park. It was really amazing how they have been changed during the last few months. I do remember the first time that I took them to the library and they were running around, pulling the books from their shelves ! But today, most of the time they were sitting at little tables there and drawing. They both love to clean up and were being careful to not make a mess with all the crayons there. I was feeling really proud to be their mother, seeing how they were behaving &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, yes ! My boys are growing up really fast &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here is a picture of River and Relic hugging each other in the park &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6242954511521620105?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6242954511521620105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/going-to-danvers-park-library-october.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6242954511521620105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6242954511521620105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/10/going-to-danvers-park-library-october.html' title='Going to Danvers Park &amp;amp; Library, October 01, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6563866467201176725</id><published>2007-09-18T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Busy Days, September 18, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1190173252-sc-397.jpg?w=224" alt="" title="" width="224" height="319" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-153" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, it's been a while that I haven't had time to sit and write, however I have had many subjects to write about. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There was a beautiful family party at Jay and Jeanne's place ( surprising ? &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt; ) which I could meet Michael's brother Phil and his family for the first time. They live in Florida and don't come up very often. They were very warm and nice family and we enjoyed having them with us in the family party. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael had done something wrong which been insulting to his brother Jay. He was enough patient to not mention it for some days and then he sent Michael and email and told how he had felt. Michael was very sad, feeling bad about how he had hurt his dear brother. I know that Michael never wanted to hurt him but if Jay had been hurt by him, it was good to know, so Michael would know and would be more careful. I did like how Jay explained how he had felt. This way he didn't have to bury a bad feeling in his heart. I thought that's something that I should learn. It is not very usual in my family to explain our feelings easily, and I think it can hurt our relationship after awhile. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael and the boys had some pictures taken in Sears for Michael's birthday and I really liked some of them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today in Salem Common, River was trying to clean up the park. It was really cute seeing him going around , picking little piece of trash and little apples which were fallen from the trees and put in trash cans in the park. I thought if everyone felt responsible as much as him, the world be much cleaner than what it is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tonight the boys were playing with their drum sticks and one of them hurt the other one. It is really sad to see when they hurt each other because I know they really love each other. I asked them to kiss each other and then they did go to kiss each other &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt; Seeing them, kissing each other was one of the most beautiful moments of my motherhood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6563866467201176725?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6563866467201176725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-busy-days-september-18-2007.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6563866467201176725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-156" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6111009793460741807?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6111009793460741807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-family-party-september-9-2007.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6111009793460741807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6111009793460741807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-family-party-september-9-2007.html' title='A Beautiful Family Party, September 9, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7066417751912360243</id><published>2007-09-04T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand Fun, August 31, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1188920572-hr-389.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="600" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-159" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7066417751912360243?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7066417751912360243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/09/sand-fun-august-31-2007.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7066417751912360243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7066417751912360243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/09/sand-fun-august-31-2007.html' title='Sand Fun, August 31, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-8002839906960120895</id><published>2007-08-29T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Good Moments, The Boys Telling Me A Story ! August 29, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1188439204-hr-386.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a very busy day for me. In the morning I took the boys to their Gymboree class and then after we came home Relic went to sleep but River did not. It is the worst thing for me to have one of them up, when I have tons of things to do and need them to give me some time. River was making a lot of noise which woke Relic up. After lunch they played a little and then River was tired and wanted to take a nap, but Relic didn't.... Then for the same reason River woke up and both wanted me to play with them .... I thought giving them a bath would be good for them. Oh my God, it is really hard to give to VERY active toddlers a bath when you are alone and nobody is there to help. But I survived .... Then they wanted something more and that's when I thought to take them to Salem Common. It was not a good idea because they both have been very interested in basketball and the basketball court which is in Salem common was full of big boys playing. But River and Relic didn't mind. They wanted to go to play with the big boys, and it was really hard for me to stop both of them running into the court. That's why I thought to take them back home. On the way back home, I thought to let them have a little fun with the beautiful garden around Derby House and that's where they got wild to see the apple trees and started picking the apples and biting them ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I did have a very hard day and yelled at the boys many times. I do feel bad about it, because I know I wasn't enough patient with my sons. And now, when River and Relic are sleeping, the only thing that I can think about is all the beautiful moments that I had with them today which includes :&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't know for how long but I went to our bedroom to floss my teeth after lunch. I could hear the boys making noises and scream and when I left the bedroom they both ran toward me and River started to rub his head and pretending to cry. I asked what was wrong and he ran to his brother pull a drum stick from his brother's hand and hit his head looking at his brother. And I knew that he meant Relic had hit his head with the drum stick. I looked at Relic and was going to get upset when Relic took the drum stick back ran to the metal trash can and started banging on that, looking at me like ' I didn't mean to hurt him I was just banging on the trash can' ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was really impressed with how they were trying to tell me their side of story. I just hugged both of them and kissed them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-8002839906960120895?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/8002839906960120895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-of-my-good-moments-boys-telling-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/8002839906960120895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/8002839906960120895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-of-my-good-moments-boys-telling-me.html' title='One of My Good Moments, The Boys Telling Me A Story ! August 29, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-32385376810975522</id><published>2007-08-25T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Night Out, August 25, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1188098677-hr-384.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="304" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-165" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-32385376810975522?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/32385376810975522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/family-night-out-august-25-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/32385376810975522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/32385376810975522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/family-night-out-august-25-2007.html' title='A Family Night Out, August 25, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-8833623445145418304</id><published>2007-08-25T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If My Children ...., August 25, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday which was a hot day, I decided to take the boys to &lt;a href="http://chuckecheese.com/"&gt;Chunk E. Cheese's &lt;/a&gt;to let them have a little fun in a place which they had never been to. It could be a good place for all of us to enjoy if I had somebody else with me to keep an eye on one of the boys, but Michael had to work from work and couldn't be with us. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we were there, the boys were running around enjoying the games but it was really hard for me to see both of them in different areas at the same time and I had all the bad imaginations of the show Law &amp;amp; Order in my mind, thinking about my boys getting kidnapped or being abused. I got so scared that couldn't stay there longer and I decided to take the boys and leave however they didn't want it and were crying when I was buckling them in their stroller. When I was buckling Relic in his car seat River escaped from stroller and ran away. I left Relic alone in the car not being strapped and went to catch River. When we went back to the car, Relic had moved to the trunk for back seats and ere playing with the balls that they had there. River saw him and didn't let me buckle him. He wanted to go to have fun in the trunk with his brother. I was feeling weak and weak every second and it was hot in the car. I just closed the door and sat in the back seat crying and counting my boys 1,2 to be sure if they both were with me. My blood sugar was dropping low but at that time I didn't know that. I just felt that there was ssometing wrong and my boys were in danger. I tried to take the cell phone outyof my bag to call Michael and ask for help, but River who had seen me crying was feeling bad took the phone away and wanted me to hold him . By that time Relic had moved to front seat starting to horn and that's how people paid attention to us in the car. I remember two men opened the door and asked if I was okay. They called 911 and after a few minutes I was in the ambulance and my boys in fire truck or police car holding the bears that policemen gave to them. I knew that my boys were in a safe place but was worried. I needed to see them and that's when the policemen brought my babies to see me. Their hair was all wet from sweating, their faces all red because of heat and they were worried if I wasn't fine .... Michael came after a few minutes and had the boys in his arms, where I felt could be the safest place in the world for them....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We all did have a very tough day. The boys felt good after seeing me being okay. Michael was fine when he saw that he took care of everything, but going to bed I was thinking if my boys would ever trust me taking care of them ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-8833623445145418304?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/8833623445145418304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-if-my-children-august-25-2007.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/8833623445145418304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/8833623445145418304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-if-my-children-august-25-2007.html' title='What If My Children ...., August 25, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-8660802039949549590</id><published>2007-08-21T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys Are 16 Months Today!, August 21, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1187727995-hr-379.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-169" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look are River and Relic, and I can't believe these adorable boys are mine! There are a lot of things about them which looks a little strange for me. They are not shy at all, and actually have very good self confidence. I love it but I can't believe how my sons can be like that. Michael believes that our trip to Iran where they were the head of every party has helped them to be like this. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today I took them to Dix Park in Beverly Farm which had a nice playground, so they could play with some other children. They could climb so fast that nobody could catch them. Every slide is just a piece of cake for them. There were many children there, mostly older than my sons but River and Relic were the ones who didn't need me hold their hands or watch them. They are just like big boys and I am really proud of them. But a little scared too. They have fallen many times but they almost never want to cry because of pain. They are really strong, but kind and caring too. I love the way that they come to hug us and give us kisses.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The boys are 16 months today and thankfully everything has gone really well with them. They are growing up fast and learning fast too. I wish them to stay so loving and strong forever &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/53.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-8660802039949549590?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/8660802039949549590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/boys-are-16-months-today-august-21-2007.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/8660802039949549590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/8660802039949549590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/boys-are-16-months-today-august-21-2007.html' title='The Boys Are 16 Months Today!, August 21, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6133540509415760564</id><published>2007-08-16T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Boys! August 15, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1187321560-hr-377.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="280" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-172" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;River and Relic finished their kindermusik class today. I am not sure if we want to sign them in for fall or no. I need to think about the free time that we are going to have and also compare the class to others. Wow ! It is not easy ! I wonder how hard it is going to be to help them decide which college is good for them to go. But until that day ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here is a picture that I took yesterday, when they just woke up after their afternoon nap, starting to do all the things to make me crazy. Michael sent me message from work telling how he was missing the boys and I sent him this picture to let him know how busy his sons were &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6133540509415760564?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6133540509415760564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-boys-august-15-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6133540509415760564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6133540509415760564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-boys-august-15-2007.html' title='Busy Boys! August 15, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6318351074482117040</id><published>2007-08-13T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day, August 13, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1187060483-hr-375.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-175" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess the boys had missed their Gymboree classes a lot. Because they both were really excited about being there today. They are very good climbers and always amaze everybody in the class. Relic was doing really well about tossing the balls in the hoop and made me very proud. And River was very good at walking on a cylinder slide. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They did get tired there and couldn't stay for more than half an hour of their playgym time. Coming home they really wanted to take a nap but I insisted them to have lunch first. When I put them in their bouncer seats and gave them their bottles, thought to let them go to sleep by themselves. I know, they are old enough to do that by now, but I guess that's another thing about me spoiling them. Anyway, they did go to sleep without me &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tonight we were watching some beautiful concerts on PBS which we all enjoyed, and here is a picture of the boys and me watching the concerts &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6318351074482117040?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6318351074482117040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-day-august-13-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6318351074482117040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6318351074482117040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-day-august-13-2007.html' title='A Good Day, August 13, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-4526130952527534930</id><published>2007-08-13T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys in Pool, August 11, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1187013857-hr-374.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="299" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-4526130952527534930?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/4526130952527534930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/boys-in-pool-august-11-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4526130952527534930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4526130952527534930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/boys-in-pool-august-11-2007.html' title='The Boys in Pool, August 11, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-725715494354445464</id><published>2007-08-11T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day in Maine , August 11, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1186890588-hr-373.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-181" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a beautiful day in Maine. We were invited to have dinner with Michael's brother and his family and Michael's parents who had just come from Florida. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The boys had a really great day playing with their cousins Meagan and Kienan and even Aunt Jeanne. They are all very kind people and love River and Relic a lot. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;River and Relic went for a little swim in their uncle's pool and were chasing their little poor dog most of the time. They even got to feed the dog too. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had a great time as well. I enjoyed the food and watching my sons laughing and running all over their uncle's beautiful house. Jeanne has always been very kind to me and I have been missing her hugs which I could get today. I do feel lucky to have such a wonderful and caring people as my relatives&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-725715494354445464?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/725715494354445464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-day-in-maine-august-11-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/725715494354445464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/725715494354445464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-day-in-maine-august-11-2007.html' title='A Great Day in Maine , August 11, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-3647022223720569069</id><published>2007-08-08T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for August 08, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We took the boys to &lt;a href="http://www.gardencitypediatrics.com/aboutus.html"&gt;Garden City Pediatrics&lt;/a&gt; for the first time. We are not going to see the pediatrician that they had any more because we were not quiet happy with him, and a friend suggested a doctor which we wanted to see today but was on vacation. That's why we saw a substitute doctor there. She believed that all the cough and runny nose is because of ear infection and also believed that the boys have allergy and gave them medicines to treat those. It didn't seem to be very right and I didn't feel very comfortable giving the boys the medicines that she prescribed, and for the first time in my life, I wished if I would be a doctor. My niece Ghazal is a pharmacist ( a very good one ) and I called her and she made me sure that there was nothing wrong to give the boys the medicines. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;River and Relic have missed all the Gymboree classes that they had this week but I am hoping that they can go to their kindermusik class tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I was putting them in bed I thought about how innocent they looked and wished them get well soon. They are our world and it's really hard to see them not feeling good. However nothing can stop them from running around and make me scream NO , which means they have been doing all the naughty things that they always do, and thinking about those things makes me smile when they are sleeping &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-3647022223720569069?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/3647022223720569069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/entry-for-august-08-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3647022223720569069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3647022223720569069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/entry-for-august-08-2007.html' title='Entry for August 08, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-4641149360559482661</id><published>2007-08-07T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for August 07, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1186514008-hr-369.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-185" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been long that I haven't had time to write, being busy with my sons getting cold and all the busy days that they have been giving me with their active little bodies and very curiuse minds. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They haven't been eating well , neither sleeping well. I bet they have lost weight, but they are still happy. Yesterday when we went to see the therapist that we usually see about helping us handle the boys better , he told us how amazed he is to see the boys always smiling even when they are sick. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had started to read about how to raise my"child" well from when I was not even 13, and was always interested in knowing more. We try to read every article the we find , talk with people who have good kids and ask them questions, watching videos and what ever we think can help, but still, I don't feel confident if we are doing right. Seeing people raising children is much different from when you have children yourself. My sister has two wonderful girls who are very ssuccesful in their careers and are great in everything and I had thought it was not hard to raise them being so good before having children, but now .... Oh, God ! How could my sister and her husband do such a wonderful job ? &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here is a picture of the boys in Maritime Festival in Salem, watching the music group after they have been dancing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-4641149360559482661?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/4641149360559482661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/entry-for-august-07-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4641149360559482661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4641149360559482661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/08/entry-for-august-07-2007.html' title='Entry for August 07, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-1873092529343486824</id><published>2007-07-25T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Exciting Book , July 25, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This morning I got an email from a very dear friend of mine, &lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/profile-laUaXVMwdaNdSFS0oPLclR9yhnY6"&gt;Charlie &lt;/a&gt;. He is making a picture book for River and Relic and sent me a page of that. He is a very loving person and cares about my sons a lot. I never forget how helpful he was during my pregnancy, emotionally when ever I had problems. We have never met him in person, but I know I can count on him in any kind of problem that I have in real life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can't wait to see the book that he is making for my sons. He is a very creative person and I know the book will come out really well &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-1873092529343486824?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/1873092529343486824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-exciting-book-july-25-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1873092529343486824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1873092529343486824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-exciting-book-july-25-2007.html' title='A Very Exciting Book , July 25, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-5079525419199652368</id><published>2007-07-21T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Months old ! July 21, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1185071100-hr-364.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="675" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-189" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;River and Relic turned 15 months today ! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here is a picture of them eating their 15 months birthday cake &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt; Their daddy is just looking for an excuse to buy a cake &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/21.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-5079525419199652368?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/5079525419199652368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/15-months-old-july-21-2007.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/5079525419199652368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/5079525419199652368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/15-months-old-july-21-2007.html' title='15 Months old ! July 21, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-1923043936367775672</id><published>2007-07-20T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day at Beach, July 20, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1184987235-hr-363.jpg?w=449" alt="" title="" width="449" height="334" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-192" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the first time for Relic and River to experience beach. We didn't go far, just one street away from our house, but the boys really loved it . River walked through the water from the first and got himself wet ( He should have, he is River &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt; ) But Relic was enjoying the sand more. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I might take them more to beach if it stays warm. I want my sons to enjoy everyday of their lives. It is not always because I want to be a good mother but because I enjoy watching my sons enjoy. I know most of the reasons for me to love my sons is selfish reasons. But , what else I can do ? I am trying hard to be realistic and not think of my sons as the best children of the world, but I should admit it is not very easy &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-1923043936367775672?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/1923043936367775672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-day-at-beach-july-20-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1923043936367775672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1923043936367775672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-day-at-beach-july-20-2007.html' title='The First Day at Beach, July 20, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-2545514269222856996</id><published>2007-07-15T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NSMOM in Pool Party, July 14, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1184583085-hr-362.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-195" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is a picture of nine North Shore Mothers of Multiples from the pool party. Thanks to Christine Matthews and her family, we all did have a  great day &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-2545514269222856996?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/2545514269222856996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/nsmom-in-pool-party-july-14-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2545514269222856996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/2545514269222856996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/nsmom-in-pool-party-july-14-2007.html' title='NSMOM in Pool Party, July 14, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-5392896048053580229</id><published>2007-07-14T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Fun Day ! July 14, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1184457992-hr-361.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-198" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-5392896048053580229?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/5392896048053580229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-fun-day-july-14-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/5392896048053580229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/5392896048053580229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-fun-day-july-14-2007.html' title='What a Fun Day ! July 14, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-1821943507179354594</id><published>2007-07-09T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymboree, July 09, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1184014077-hr-358.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-201" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;A friend of mine had suggested me to take the boys to &lt;a href="http://www.gymboreeclasses.com/b2c/customer/home.jsp"&gt;Gymboree classes&lt;/a&gt;. That's why I had arranged to go for a free trial today. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The boys loved it more than how they liked &lt;a href="http://promo.kindermusik.com/"&gt;kindermusik&lt;/a&gt; . I have already signed in for kindermusik but the boys really love Gymboree. I am thinking to take the boys to both of classes. I know it will be expensive and also hard fr me to run between home and classes but as long as they work for my sons, I will be okay with that. ( Using the word of 'okay' is a little unfair, because I was really excited today today to see how the boys were happy in the class and excited when I was talking with my sister on the phone about how the boys were today )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I need to talk with Michael about it. He always helps me get over my excitement and think logically. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-1821943507179354594?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/1821943507179354594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/gymboree-july-09-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1821943507179354594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1821943507179354594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/gymboree-july-09-2007.html' title='Gymboree, July 09, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-9090545046912909059</id><published>2007-07-07T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for July 07, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1183820909-hr-357.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-204" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;نه بر آسمان ستاره ئي&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;و نه برزمين درختي داشتم&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;از اين جهان فراخ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;جز مهر تو &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;هيچم نصيب نبود&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zar;"&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;فرشته ساري&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zar;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zar;"&gt;No star in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zar;"&gt;no tree on the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zar;"&gt;were mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zar;"&gt;In this wide world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zar;"&gt;I had nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zar;"&gt;but your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zar;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Zar;"&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;Fereshteh Sari &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-9090545046912909059?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/9090545046912909059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/entry-for-july-07-2007.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/9090545046912909059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/9090545046912909059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/entry-for-july-07-2007.html' title='Entry for July 07, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6568501638628379603</id><published>2007-07-06T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy But Joyful Day July 06, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1183776966-hr-356.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="341" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-207" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a sing-along program in Reading library ( almost 40 minutes driving from our home ) this morning and I wanted to take the boys there. So we woke up early morning to get ready to go. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was a very crowded place for kids and was not easy to stop the boys bothering people. Thankfully I saw Kristine and Kathy from mothers of multiples club there and they did help me with the boys. The boys liked the music and dance but because they couldn't get very close to the singer, didn't enjoy it much. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the boys took a long nap, coming home, I took them to Salem Common to play in the playground for a few hours and then coming back home, they still wanted to play in our little porch. I think they never get tired ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6568501638628379603?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6568501638628379603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-but-joyful-day-july-06-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6568501638628379603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6568501638628379603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-but-joyful-day-july-06-2007.html' title='A Busy But Joyful Day July 06, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-1015328663874063668</id><published>2007-07-04T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth of July, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1183606236-hr-355.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boys had a happy fourth of July. They enjoyed the music and bubbles the most. We all danced with the music and it was a very happy time for me to see how my boys were enjoying to dance. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The firework was good too. I think River enjoyed it more, maybe because Relic was very tired then. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-1015328663874063668?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/1015328663874063668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-fourth-of-july-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1015328663874063668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1015328663874063668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-fourth-of-july-2007.html' title='Happy Fourth of July, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6695530638819072096</id><published>2007-06-29T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for June 29, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1183132837-hr-349.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-213" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had some very hot days and it was really hard. The boys were as busy as usual and it made them feel more hot and more impatient. i was giving them Popssiclesand ice cream sandwiches to help them feel a little cool and they have been really enjoying it. And also everyday I went out with them and let them have fun in the malls. Michael would join us after work and then we both could watch the boys. The boys had a lot of fun seeing different people and being cherished by them. They had so much fun which made it really hard to take them back home. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here is a picture of them after eating ice cream sandwich. They are saying that their ice creams are finished and nothing is in their trays any more &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6695530638819072096?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6695530638819072096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-29-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6695530638819072096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6695530638819072096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-29-2007.html' title='Entry for June 29, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-4031099129979587290</id><published>2007-06-25T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for June 25, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1182804333-hr-348.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="336" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-216" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was the last day that the visiting mom from &lt;a href="https://www.jfcsboston.org/giving/donations.cfm"&gt;JF&amp;amp;CS&lt;/a&gt; came to see me and the boys. It was really sad. She came to visit us almost every week during the last year which was the most important year of my life. She helped me go through all the emotion of being a mother and .... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When she was leaving the house, River waved for her and Relic was holding the bars of gate looking at her . My boys looked really sad when she left or maybe that's what I thought. I know my boys were blessed to have her with them in the first year of their lives ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-4031099129979587290?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/4031099129979587290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-25-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4031099129979587290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4031099129979587290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-25-2007.html' title='Entry for June 25, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-4962901382767094435</id><published>2007-06-23T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning and Growing up, June 23, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1182655757-hr-346.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-219" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;River and Relic have been learning a lot of things in the last few days. After they came out of the fever which made them be a little spoiled , they started to move around and explore ....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few days ago when Michael and I had taken the boys to a park near the house, River started fighting with a big boy ( he was only 4-5, but enough big for River ) to get his ball back and he won ! It was really cute to see how he was trying to take care of his property for the first time&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/15.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have been letting the boys move inside my car to discover how things work ( Oh, no ! I haven't let them drive yet &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt; ) and they have been having a lot of fun there. It is so cute to see how they start the windshield wipers or turn the radio on and dance with a song that they found on the radio themselves, in the car .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But what really shocked me yesterday was seeing River working on my computer's mouse, clicking and enjoying how it worked. He was grinning when he was opening a new window . I think it is a really bog thing for a 14 month old baby to discover how a mouse can be connected to a screen and how to work with it. Of course he doesn't know the keys yet, but I bet he will find them out soon. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the boys moved out from our bedroom when they were 4 months old, they have been sleeping in the same crib. But they have been big and it is not very comfortable for them to sleep in a crib together. That's why we decided to have them sleep in separate beds. Tonight is the first night for them to sleep in different beds. I know it will be a little hard for them emotionally but they will be able to move around more easily and it will help them sleep better ( or at least, that's what I hope )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, my babies are very hard to be taken care of , but just seeing their eyes sparkling when they discover a new thing is worth all the trouble. I am really proud of my sons &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-4962901382767094435?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/4962901382767094435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/learning-and-growing-up-june-23-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4962901382767094435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4962901382767094435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/learning-and-growing-up-june-23-2007.html' title='Learning and Growing up, June 23, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-3303512856199519172</id><published>2007-06-21T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for June 21, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've had some very hard days. The boys have been sick, not bad but a little fever. River was the first one who had the fever and wanted me to hold him all day. When I was holding his cute little and naked body with the little baby fat that he has, I was just wishing if my body could absorb his illness. He was sleeping and eating which helped him feel better soon. Relic got the fever after. The first day he was just quiet, wanted to lay down with me and God knows how I was feeling, massaging his hot little knees. But the second day !!! He was not easy at all. Didn't eat , didn't sleep and was crying all the time.... It was really a relief last night when Michael and I were playing with them and saw them laughing. It was for some days that I hadn't seen Relic being happy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will do anything to make my babies feel better and I think the most horrible thing for a mother is seeing her child being sick. I don't want to say how much I love my babies but I do know that I need them more than how they need me. They are the best gift that I have ever gotten from God &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-3303512856199519172?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/3303512856199519172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-21-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3303512856199519172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3303512856199519172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-21-2007.html' title='Entry for June 21, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-509817642138789587</id><published>2007-06-18T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for June 18, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1182176319-hr-344.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-223" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so tired ! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had a busy weekend, went to Maine to see Michael's sister who had come from Australia and could see Michael's other siblings which was nice. But the ride to Maine was really exhausting for me because the boys don't like sitting in the car and keep nagging so I have to try all the way to make them feel good. Because of the boys not feeling good, we had to stop on the way in a garden to let the boys walk a little. It was the garden that we had gone to when I was just pregnant and at that time we didn't know it. And now it was nice to see that our boys were walking every where and took every body's attention. They do look cute with their baseball hats walking around, waving and smiling to everyone who talks with them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we were at Kerry's place, the boys did put every dirty thing in their mouths and I couldn't stop them or wash everything around and I guess that's why they have been feeling sick coming back from Maine. I think River has a little fever which I can't say if it is because of the trip, but worries me. They don't eat well and it does make me feel bad. They don't sleep well either so don't let me get enough sleep. It has been really hot and humid and sucks all of my energy ( if there is any left after taking care of the boys ). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, and it was father's day yesterday. Michael liked the gift that the boys had for him which made me feel good. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The boys are sleeping right now and I have a lot to do when they are sleeping .....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-509817642138789587?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/509817642138789587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-18-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/509817642138789587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/509817642138789587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-18-2007.html' title='Entry for June 18, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-6461223467777680005</id><published>2007-06-15T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for June 15, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On Wednesday, June 13, I went out for dinner with other mothers of multiples. It was really fun but the only problem was that I was missing Michael and my sons. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They had a funny game that we were supposed to give ourselves points for some activities that we have been doing just for ourselves, something like taking a bubble bath or massage, going shopping without children just to buy things for ourselves or things like that. And of course I got the minimum points between 25 mothers who were there ! They gave a prize to one of the mothers who had the maximum points, but as a surprise they gave me a prize too which I called it a sympathy prize ! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday I took the boys for a &lt;a href="http://www.kindermusik.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kindermusik.com/"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;kindermusik&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;class. It was a preview class which would help me decide if it would be right for my boys. The boys enjoyed the class and I think there are a lot of things that they can learn in the class which will help them. I loved their philosophy of &lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;' &lt;u&gt;A good beginning never ends ' &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The boys will start the music and dance class in one month. I hope they will enjoy it and can learn from it &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-6461223467777680005?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/6461223467777680005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-15-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6461223467777680005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/6461223467777680005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-15-2007.html' title='Entry for June 15, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-4566141793505521483</id><published>2007-06-06T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for June 06, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1181155340-hr-340.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-227" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-4566141793505521483?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/4566141793505521483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-06-2007_06.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4566141793505521483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/4566141793505521483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-06-2007_06.html' title='Entry for June 06, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-5949589540834751040</id><published>2007-06-06T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for June 06, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1181155182-hr-339.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-230" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;We took the boys to the barber shop and they look better now. They have been really busy in the last few days, trying to make me crazy. River had climbed up his high chair yesterday and was taking all the dishes from counter in the kitchen and his brother was helping him to move around. All the time I hear them talking with each other, probably planing what to do next. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/7.gif" /&gt;After they broke the scanner in the last few weeks and made us to buy a new one, they broke the VCR a few days ago so we had to buy a new one. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We have been watching &lt;a href="http://www.raffinews.com/"&gt;Raffi's concerts&lt;/a&gt;. I am not sure if I enjoy more or the boys but for sure we all have pretty good time watching and dancing with them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's been rainy in the last few days, so not much time for going to walk, but yesterday we all went out and the boys had really good time having their father with them. &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-5949589540834751040?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/5949589540834751040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-06-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/5949589540834751040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/5949589540834751040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/06/entry-for-june-06-2007.html' title='Entry for June 06, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7185866172824625740</id><published>2007-05-31T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1180644699-hr-338.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-233" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a pretty busy May. I don't know, maybe having the boys around will make us busier and busier every day. Because they are really demanding and need at least one very strong person ( which only can be their mother or father ) to watch them all the time. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had a beautiful mother's day on May 13. Then we celebrated our 5th anniversary in May 16. It is really hard to believe that it's been five years ! But for sure, I had the happiest years of my life in the last 5 years. And I believe having our two wonderful sons will make our life happier each day. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We just bought a wagon for the boys and they have a lot of fun with it ( thanks to their Aunt Kerry to drive all the way from Maine to bring the wagon for them ).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had thought to start potty training for the boys, when it gets warmer. But it seems really hard considering how the boys don't want to listen when I talk with them. When ever I want to show them the potty and explain when they should use it, they attack the potty and use it as a toy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The boys have been enjoying music and dancing very much. They can sit ( not exactly ) and watch River dance or Raffi concerts again and again and enjoy. I have been looking for a dance class for them. I found a music class for their age which I am not sure if it will be good enough for them. But we need to think about it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the last haircut that they had in Iran almost two months ago, their did need to get a new haircut. I thought to save money and do that myself which I believe was a very bad thought. Because I did the worst job, but Michael believes they still look very cute. I am thinking about taking them to a barber shop and ask to fix it, maybe on Saturday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;River has been feeling sick for 2 days. It is really difficult to take care of one sick baby and a very active one at the same time. That's why when Michael suggested me today to come home from work to help me, I couldn't say no. Thankfully he is doing really well at his job and they all love him and know that he will do his best, so he never has problem to spend time with us. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And it is how our May 2007 went &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7185866172824625740?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7185866172824625740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7185866172824625740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7185866172824625740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-2007.html' title='May 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7649438862545948134</id><published>2007-05-30T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for May 29, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1180561695-hr-336.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="461" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-236" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is a picture of River &amp;amp; Relic watching one of their favorite concerts. They were sitting on the chairs that their uncle David had just made for them &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7649438862545948134?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7649438862545948134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/entry-for-may-29-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7649438862545948134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7649438862545948134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/entry-for-may-29-2007.html' title='Entry for May 29, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-9012170912280076546</id><published>2007-05-28T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for May 28, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1180379146-hr-335.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a picture of Relic and River with other twins and Ellie who was a birthday girl and a big boy who was the youngest but the biggest. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We did have fun that day in Maine &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-9012170912280076546?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/9012170912280076546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/entry-for-may-28-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/9012170912280076546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/9012170912280076546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/entry-for-may-28-2007.html' title='Entry for May 28, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-3652955949972811245</id><published>2007-05-23T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for May 23, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1179954857-hr-333.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took the boys today to Endicott Park which is a very beautiful place to enjoy. But I think the playground was not made for toddlers in my boys' age. It was covered all by sand which was good , but the stairs of slide were covered by and too. It was very hard to take care of both boys at the same time, that's why when I was pulling River's arm to come to be near to me, Relic fell down from the stairs and got hurt. Poor my baby was crying and rubbing his face on my chest so i couldn't know how bad it was and then when I saw, I was shocked. His forehead and left eyelid had bloody scratches and I had nothing with me to clean it up &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn't want the boys to be disappointed and not enjoy the park before we leave. That's why after Relic felt better I let them run in the grass area. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We needed to go for some grocery shopping and after that, the boys both went to sleep in the car. When I was looking at Relic's forehead in the mirror, I was feeling guilty but thankful that nothing worse than that happened to my baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-3652955949972811245?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/3652955949972811245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/entry-for-may-23-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3652955949972811245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3652955949972811245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/entry-for-may-23-2007.html' title='Entry for May 23, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-1394623623441226393</id><published>2007-05-20T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What River and Relic say and do at 13 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1179673771-hr-332.jpg?w=449" alt="" title="" width="449" height="318" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-245" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff7f00"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Farsi words&lt;/font&gt; :&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;nam-nam which means food and the word has been created by Relic from the sound that I make when I want to feed them and make them chew the food and enjoy it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bargh ("bah") which means light or electricity &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;maman ("ma-ma") which means mom&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;dadash ("da-da") which means brother&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;baba ("bah-bah") which means dad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;man ("ma") which means me or I &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;shir ("she") which means milk&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bedeh (sometimes "ed-deh") which means give it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;jiz ("-izz") which is a baby word for hot, sharp or danger&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;jizeh ("-izzeh") which means it is hot, or sharp or dangerous&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;akh which means yucky&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;akheh which means it is yucky&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;nah ("NAH!") which means no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;dast ("dath") which means hand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;paw which means foot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff7f00" size="3"&gt;English words :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hug ("ga-ga-ga"),&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;dada (daddy, "da-da")&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;that ("thaa" )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;there ("the" )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bye-bye ("ba-baa" )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff7f00" size="3"&gt;Noises:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;duck ("bwauk")&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;car ("bbbbbrrmm")&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;airplane ("bbfffffff")&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The above are the words that they use often or when needed. There are other words that they have used only a couple of times here or there (like jurab ("sock")). They are very good mimics, but that is not the same as using a word for a purpose.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They also can clap when we ask them in Farsi to do and also they do that when ever they get excited or after listening to every song that they like, wave to say good bye, give hi 5 , having the arms up and look up when we ask them to thank God ( of course in Farsi ), they make the kitten faces, they move the heads left and right when we ask them to do in Farsi, they both like dancing and enjoy it a lot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-1394623623441226393?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/1394623623441226393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-river-and-relic-say-and-do-at-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1394623623441226393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1394623623441226393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-river-and-relic-say-and-do-at-13.html' title='What River and Relic say and do at 13 months'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-1440444484432730958</id><published>2007-05-12T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, My God ! May 12, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1179024328-hr-330.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-248" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, God ! Help me to take care of my children ! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;River and Relic have started moving the chairs around to climb on them and go WHERE EVER they wished to go ! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;River has been standing up in his high chair. In last week, he was standing up on the table , using the chair to climb on. Yesterday he moved from his high chair to his brother's and God knows how impossible it seems. Today, they both had climbed on my computer desk. In the evening River had moved a chair to climb on and go to sit on the tray of his high chair and still was trying to move to his brother's when I caught him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is being more and more difficult to take care of them, each day. I just hope that God helps me to be able to take care of my babies well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-1440444484432730958?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/1440444484432730958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my-god-may-12-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1440444484432730958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1440444484432730958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my-god-may-12-2007.html' title='Oh, My God ! May 12, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-1201759671877257241</id><published>2007-05-11T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry for May 12, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1178977282-hr-329.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="600" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-251" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is a picture of Relic &amp;amp; River when we had gone to BJ's shopping. The shopping cart was funny and I had thought that the boys would love it, but very dirty as well. I tried to wipe it as much as I could to kill the germs before the boys go into it. I am trying to not be very protective to let my sons enjoy their childhood more &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;, but it is really hard to see them touching all the dirty things and put everything in their mouths &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/7.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-1201759671877257241?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/1201759671877257241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/entry-for-may-12-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1201759671877257241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/1201759671877257241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/entry-for-may-12-2007.html' title='Entry for May 12, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-7032097680117831226</id><published>2007-05-09T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Busy Day, May 09, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1178764665-hr-326.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-254" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a very busy day for me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the morning I took to the boys to the library where they had music program for children. The boys enjoyed it, but more they were happy to see all the other kids around. River wanted to make friends but didn't know how. That's why he was pulling girls' hair and was trying to sit every body's legs. Relic was happy more to be in the place that he could find A LOT of books. Anyway, they both did have a very good time and got really tired. When I was going to get lunch from Burger King's drive through they were crying and went to sleep in the car. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had doctor appointment at 1:30 PM which took long, because it was my first visit with my new primary care. After that I had to go to Market Basket to get milk and pizza dough to make dinner. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had mothers of multiples meeting tonight and was supposed to cook Italian food for the meeting, because it was Salem residents' turn to take food tonight. I made calzones and used the sauce that I had made yesterday. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My calzones came out well, and everybody liked them in the meeting. After the meeting I went to Walmart to return some stuff that I had ordered online and then finally I am home ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-7032097680117831226?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/7032097680117831226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/very-busy-day-may-09-2007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7032097680117831226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/7032097680117831226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/very-busy-day-may-09-2007.html' title='A Very Busy Day, May 09, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-3643742008244580210</id><published>2007-05-08T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Sunny Day, May 08, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yasbita.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/1178714480-hr-325.jpg?w=450" alt="" title="" width="450" height="337" class="aligncenter size-auto wp-image-257" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-3643742008244580210?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/3643742008244580210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/beautiful-sunny-day-may-08-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3643742008244580210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/3643742008244580210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/beautiful-sunny-day-may-08-2007.html' title='A Beautiful Sunny Day, May 08, 2007'/><author><name>Bita Reilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08018638364155461691</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-4664745172374324929.post-9196026787025658532</id><published>2007-05-07T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:01:27.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Beautiful Thing in the World ! May 07, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These days, I am not feeling very well, and there are a lot of reasons for that. The boys are making me exhausted and not giving me time to clean the house, and also I ran out of some medicine . Sometimes I miss working outside however I spend a lot of time outside with my boys everyday, walking around but still it is different to work like a structural engineer which I used to be. I miss spending time with my sister and the only time that I get to talk with her is when the boys are sleeping, and that's when I have A LOT of other things to do. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But with all the trouble that I have, there is always something that can make me feel like being in the heaven, which is watching my boys playing and laughing together. They do spend a lot of time playing with each other, which includes making a big mess around the house. But still makes me laugh. If I go to heaven, for sure the sound of my babies laughter will be what I will hear all the time &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664745172374324929-9196026787025658532?l=yasbita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/feeds/9196026787025658532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/most-beautiful-thing-in-world-may-07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/9196026787025658532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664745172374324929/posts/default/9196026787025658532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasbita.blogspot.com/2007/05/most-beautiful-thing-in-world-may-07.html' title='The Most Beautiful Thing in the World ! 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