<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 23:11:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Surrounded by Girls</title><description>Welcome to the world of Jeremy Spitzberg, who is "surrounded by girls".  Click on any photo to see a larger version.  Please take a moment to comment on anything that strikes you and we'll try to reply.  It's fun.  It's safe.  And best of all... well, it's fun!</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>711</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-8958053860812649928</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 23:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T16:11:19.679-07:00</atom:updated><title>And 1</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Last weekend at pre-school's "Family Field Day" we discovered that Melanie had natural talent at basketball.  She would hurl the ball over and over again and invariably sink the shot.  It was amazing.  Here's evidence of her form, if not the result:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' title='' alt='0921081621a.jpg by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2891149352_d22a4665ae.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' title='' alt='0921081621.jpg by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3243/2891146702_3b105155c7.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And of course it's our duty as parents to nuture any talents or interests that the girls have.  And if it's a sport with scholarship money attached... all the better.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' title='' alt='FWD: by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3106/2890339005_24f81e110a.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes, it breaks my heart a little bit that it's not soccer, but see above about scholarships. I'll be okay.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/09/and-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-5016439785229554830</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 14:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-22T07:33:57.603-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ahoy, me hearty!</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;It's a bit late for &lt;a href='http://www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html'&gt;Talk Like a Pirate Day&lt;/a&gt; - 9/19 - but here's &lt;a href='http://www.stupidstuff.org/main/piratename.htm'&gt;Evil Jim Rackham&lt;/a&gt; in the crow's nest.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' class='reflect' onload='show_notes_initially();' title='' alt='0920081526.jpg by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/2873938894_2cf0319038.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/09/ahoy-me-hearty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-4757102309500441893</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-18T20:24:05.379-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vital Stats</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/2868299171_00117c5e92.jpg?v=1221779367' alt='0918081224.jpg by you.' title=''/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Jenna had her 2-year doctor's appointment this today.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;28lbs (65%)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;34 inches tall (55%)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;19 inches head circumference (70%)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Compare to her &lt;a href='http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/03/vital-stats.html'&gt;18-month&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href='http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2007/10/vital-stats.html'&gt;1 year&lt;/a&gt; numbers.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/09/vital-stats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-1152019556925811082</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 16:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-12T09:27:22.514-07:00</atom:updated><title>Two</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Happy birthday...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width='336' height='448' title='' alt='marcee21 by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2780872021_01ea4ba6d5.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;.. to me!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' title='' alt='IMG_1715 by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/2774786254_b5f2a8e6c5.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Let's celebrate with cake and ice cream!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/2833697945_9531d3169d.jpg?v=0' alt='0906081514.jpg by you.' title=''/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm one year closer to getting my license...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2736168156_b73eb32a54.jpg?v=0' alt='0805081019.jpg by you.' title=''/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;... but not yet &lt;a href='http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/long+in+the+tooth'&gt;long in the tooth&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2696699844_54817ba81d.jpg?v=0' alt='0723081042.jpg by you.' title=''/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Daddy, no more bad jokes!  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width='375' height='500' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3034/2725066879_eee73ca103.jpg?v=0' alt='IMG_1697 by you.' title=''/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ok... hugs!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/2783274604_d76fb434d8.jpg?v=0' alt='0816081315.jpg by you.' title=''/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/2783276104_8384d8c104.jpg?v=0' alt='0816081315a.jpg by you.' title=''/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happy Birthday, Jenna!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/2820907213_f89ec1b297_o.jpg' alt='bbq4 by you.' title=''/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/09/two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-5815122842565800411</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 06:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-09T17:42:55.019-07:00</atom:updated><title>Grandma Margaret</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;img title='' alt='meetgreatgrandma by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/2841633377_dcc86156a0.jpg?v=0' width='375' height='500'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It is with great sadness that we note the passing of Great Grandma Margaret Greenbaum tonight.  She was in her late nineties and died peacefully in the presence of family.  Though I've only known her for a few years, she was as much a part of my family as anyone.  A piano prodigy as a child in Hungary, she had to put away those dreams for a more hard-scrabble life as an immigrant.  Straight man to husband Jimmy Greenbaum's exuberance, she surprised all of us with her strength and resolve when he passed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She was quite a character in her own, quiet manner and I'll always cherish the smiles we shared over one of her husband's antics or perhaps those of her great grand-daughters.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know Melanie and Jenna will miss her.  Melanie who would always be excited to visit Great Grandma Margaret.  And Jenna, who never missed the chance to climb up into her lap to give her a hug and a kiss.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://flickr.com/photos/jspitzberg/tags/grandmamargaret/'&gt;I've collected some photos here&lt;/a&gt;, and will try to add more as I find them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He who creates peace in His celestial heights, may He create peace for us and for all Israel; and say, Amen."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/09/grandma-margaret.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-2343890171496435877</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T21:37:55.819-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pockets</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;img src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/2820907213_f89ec1b297_o.jpg'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Photo taken by Marc or Miné at our Labor Day BBQ.  This must have been taken before Jenna led the rest of the kids into the kiddie pool with all their clothes on.  I swear that I just intended it to be for the adults to dip their feet.  It was really hot in the afternoon when I was setting up the backyard.  But by evening it was cooler and I forgot about the pool.  Needless to say the kids started playing in it.  Melanie was good... she would just walk through it being careful not to get her dress wet.  Jenna however plopped right down.  And of course the rest of them - Melanie, Izzy, Isabella and Milan - followed suit.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/jspitzberg/tags/bbq'&gt;The rest of the photos are here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/09/pockets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-8059322663279800057</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 22:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T21:27:13.847-07:00</atom:updated><title>Simply Fabulous</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sdlookup.com/MLS-080061852-3435_31st_St_San_Diego_Ca_92104'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='http://tempo5.sandicor.com/SNDImages/156/080061852_101_12.jpg' style='width: 500px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style='font-weight: bold;' href='http://www.sdlookup.com/MLS-080061852-3435_31st_St_San_Diego_Ca_92104'&gt;3435 31st St&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Simply fabulous" is the only way to describe this "state of the Art" remodeled craftsman situated on a 6250+ Sq. Ft. private lot  in the Heart of North Park. Enlarged Master suite w/ upgraded master bath &amp;amp; jacuzzi tub.Other upgrades include: Gourmet Kitchen w/granite counters, newer appliances &amp;amp;  island for prep &amp;amp; seating, Oak hardwd floors, French Doors leading to large wd deck for entertaining, upgraded windows, Ceiling fans, Crown moldings many built-ins,&amp;amp; much more. 3rd bdr/flat is converted garage&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our house is for sale.  We're VERY FREAKED OUT.  We are looking to move "north" - most likely &lt;a href='http://www.brainyzip.com/zipcodes/92/92130.html'&gt;Carmel Valley&lt;/a&gt;.  It's closer to my work, Melanie's school and a lot of our friends are there.  We hate the idea of leaving &lt;a href='http://northparkscene.com/'&gt;North Park&lt;/a&gt; but it's time.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/09/simply-fabulous.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-2926574106015200496</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 22:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-22T21:58:40.786-07:00</atom:updated><title>Disneyland</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I promise a longer post, but in the mean time here is a slideshow of our trip to Disneyland in celebration of the Unc's 60th birthday.  It was quite a party, and no one had more fun than the birthday boy himself.  Though Jenna and Melanie run him close, especially when they saw all their "friends from the movies" at the Pixar parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class='youtube-video'&gt;&lt;object height='375' width='500' classid='clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000' data='http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=58979' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'&gt; &lt;param value='&amp;amp;offsite=true&amp;amp;intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fjspitzberg%2Ftags%2Fdisneyland%2Fshow%2F&amp;amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fjspitzberg%2Ftags%2Fdisneyland%2F&amp;amp;user_id=62077497@N00&amp;amp;tags=disneyland&amp;amp;jump_to=&amp;amp;start_index=' name='flashvars'&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;param value='http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=58979' name='movie'&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;param value='#000000' name='bgcolor'&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='375' width='500' flashvars='&amp;amp;offsite=true&amp;amp;intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fjspitzberg%2Ftags%2Fdisneyland%2Fshow%2F&amp;amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fjspitzberg%2Ftags%2Fdisneyland%2F&amp;amp;user_id=62077497@N00&amp;amp;tags=disneyland&amp;amp;jump_to=&amp;amp;start_index=' allowfullscreen='true' bgcolor='#000000' src='http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=58979' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;   &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href='http://jonandmarcee.blogspot.com/'&gt;Marcee and Jon&lt;/a&gt; for many of the photos.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/08/disneyland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-8708793636653600590</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-18T10:27:45.761-07:00</atom:updated><title>Look a' me!</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' title='' alt='IMG_1715 by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/2774786254_b5f2a8e6c5.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/08/look-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-3930860760264449145</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 01:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-11T18:57:49.165-07:00</atom:updated><title>I'm going to Disneyland</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Melanie and Jenna get a call from the Mouses, Mickey and Minnie.  We're going to the happiest place on earth this weekend for the Unc's 60th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class='youtube-video'&gt;&lt;object height='344' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.youtube.com/v/Ok0WymK4B2E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1' name='movie'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='344' width='425' allowfullscreen='true' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.youtube.com/v/Ok0WymK4B2E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/08/i-going-to-disneyland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-5482508806027403617</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 18:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T18:18:10.365-07:00</atom:updated><title>Emma Louise, surrounded by 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src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/2739456794_28116bd7aa.jpg?v=1218049988' alt='0806081110.jpg by you.' class='reflect'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/08/bug-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-316341531314787358</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 00:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-02T17:35:08.972-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cheers</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' title='' alt='IMG_1710 by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3275/2726815476_cb965f3201.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' title='' alt='IMG_1707 by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2726814138_fe8a305922.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/08/cheers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com 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2008 00:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-02T08:20:59.358-07:00</atom:updated><title>Portaits</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;img height='500' width='423' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3046/2722710587_b70583407e.jpg?v=0' alt='j9 by you.' title=''/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This photo, &lt;a href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/jspitzberg/tags/summerdays'&gt;and these others&lt;/a&gt;, were taken by Jennifer Forbes at Mission Bay Park and of course in the kiddie pool in the backyard.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='500' width='334' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3155/2725312252_370e0a9e49.jpg?v=0' alt='camp 2187 by you.' title=''/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/jspitzberg/tags/totshabbat/'&gt;More photos from last night's Tot Shabbat here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/08/portaits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-2793025951060124769</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-30T06:41:30.350-07:00</atom:updated><title>Deck Camouflage</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;img height='500' width='375' title='' alt='0729081716.jpg by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/2714755409_b9846b6610.jpg?v=1217425078'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many potted plants do you see - three, or two and Jenna?&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/07/deck-camouflage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-1550458406453031678</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 05:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-27T22:52:14.397-07:00</atom:updated><title>Weekend Update</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Grandma Alicia was in town this weekend and joined us for Danielle Boodman's first birthday party at &lt;a href='http://www.google.com/maps/mm?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;ll=32.925991,-117.205458&amp;amp;spn=0.001315,0.002779&amp;amp;z=19&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=105383853807049661778.000441a893b170bafa255'&gt;Sage Canyon Park&lt;/a&gt;.  Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' title='' alt='0727081302.jpg by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2707889872_7a53a42d6a.jpg?v=1217192123'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose hat is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' title='' alt='0727081112.jpg by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2709612018_cd7140676a.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too cool for my juice box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' title='' alt='0727081215.jpg by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3035/2707885090_022e8b17ff.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah Jacobson giving Melanie a helping hand on the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' title='' alt='0727081228.jpg by you.' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/2707072399_c730ab4d54.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Alicia helping us with our shoes.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/07/weekend-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-1033358462538934832</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-17T22:36:24.706-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cabo Wabo</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Greetings from Mexico.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' alt='' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2678234093_440a877c07.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well, not actually from Mexico.  We're just back from a trip to Cabo San Lucas to celebrate the in-law's, Fran and Bob, 40th wedding anniversary.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' alt='' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/2679050940_c9c0c9da1e.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy anniversary!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We spent four amazing days at the Westin Resort where the Preismans have a time share.  Most of our time was spent by the pool.  They had kiddie pools at 1'4" deep which was perfect for the girls, especially Melanie as she's just learning how to swim.  She was skeptical at first but became increasingly comfortable in the water.  She wore an inflatable ring and started out doing her swimming motions which pretty much meant crawling on her hands while splashing everyone with her kicks.  Soon she was asking to get into the deep pool (~4') and spent more and more time floating and swimming without one of us hanging on her - or her hanging on one of us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Jenna loved jumping in the water (the deeper parts of the pool that is) and copying everything her sister did.  By the end of the trip, Jenna was getting tired and spent a little less time in the pool and more time hanging out with Granny Franny and snacking.  And napping.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='500' width='375' alt='' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2158/2679051322_de5495870f.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Indeed, she was so worn out after one morning in the pool that we just threw her in our bed after a shower and she slept there for hours.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' alt='' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/2679050474_43c7b2e687.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Both girls had a great time hanging out with all of our fellow travelers - Granny Franny and Grandpa Bob of course.  But also Auntie Ann, and the Preisman's exchange student Olivier and his family, Caroline and Tim.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' alt='' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3152/2678233765_d5878a57a5.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Each day after the girls wore themselves out poolside we came back to the room, had dinner and then watched a movie (or part of one) and had some popcorn.  This is what we look like tired, full, and entraced by a video. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img height='375' width='500' alt='' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3056/2679052782_8592730b2f.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Most likely they're watching Seaseme Street Fiesta, a gift from Auntie Ann and their new favorite.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For some reason, Melanie keeps telling everyone that when she was in Mexico she had a room.  We're not sure why she was so struck with this - she was on a pull-out sofa with her sister in a crib at the foot.  Maybe it had something to do with the view.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' alt='' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/2678233087_fb61ee415e.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' alt='' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3270/2675828276_87f32f3c6c.jpg?v=1216306786'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We did take one day trip into the city of Cabo San Lucas.  We had a great lunch at Mi Casa where we were serenaded by mariachis.  They sang for Fran and Bob's anniversary (see the above photo) and for the girls.  Jenna especially enjoyed the song, though both were mostly interested in their raisins.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='youtube-video'&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt; &lt;param value='http://www.youtube.com/v/DvvxWXwUCbs' name='movie'&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.youtube.com/v/DvvxWXwUCbs'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;   &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/07/cabo-wabo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-7028378113420229501</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-05T20:04:51.241-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Fourth of July</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;img src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3274/2620642043_3ba47f0a07.jpg?v=0' alt='' height='375' width='500'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Celebrate by doing something with your freedoms.  &lt;a href='http://www.barackobama.com/index.php'&gt;Support a candidate&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href='http://www.cancer.org/docroot/home/index.asp'&gt;a cause you believe in&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href='http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/edit/letters/letterform.htm'&gt;Write a letter to the editor&lt;/a&gt;.  Or in this day and age, just make a phone call and say hi to the nice &lt;a href='http://www.nsa.gov/home_html.cfm'&gt;NSA&lt;/a&gt; representative on the other end of the line.  After all, they are working on a holiday.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-6304161625028069854</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-04T09:36:42.712-07:00</atom:updated><title>Caffe Forte</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/2635947751_5277d209c8.jpg?v=0' alt=''/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.yelp.com/biz/caffe-forte-san-diego'&gt;Caffe Forte&lt;/a&gt; has finally reopened, and we couldn't be happier!  The new location is great... lots of space and lots of comfy couches, and an old-fashioned desk with crayons and paper.  Greg sure knows his customers!  He even put Melanie's drawing of a garden (with a sun, a dog, a plant, and thirteen pools) up on the wall.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Not to mention that the coffee, eggs, and scones are great.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/07/caffe-forte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-8239465067107575981</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 21:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-04T15:55:00.933-07:00</atom:updated><title>It's summertime</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;... and the living is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height='375' width='500' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/2611127489_4d71c6e084.jpg?v=0' alt=''/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3009/2626501916_56e0a81df2.jpg'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height='500' width='375' alt='' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3116/2636227871_b7f5de82f7.jpg?v=1215205881'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/07/summer-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-1555343921904174079</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 00:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-05T20:05:56.821-07:00</atom:updated><title>I was at Davos, and I said to Bernanke</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;img src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2012/2621464508_33390c0a46.jpg?v=0' alt='' width='500' height='375'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/06/i-was-at-davos-and-i-said-to-bernanke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-8193164615243271182</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-24T10:32:45.441-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kiddie Wonderland</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' alt='' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3048/2593941484_8a4853ae77.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width='500' height='375' alt='' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2593097959_eaca6b9e08.jpg?v=0'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie showing off a little of her Texan heritage, horseback riding at the &lt;a href='http://www.sdfair.com/'&gt;Del Mar Fair&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the title of the post, Kiddie Wonderland was an amusement park (writ small) in Houston when I was growing up.  Actually I think it had been there since the 30s or 40s, and it looked like it!   But they had old rides -- cars and planes that went around -- and horses!  They had miniature horses that you could ride, and two tracks, one was for faster riding and you were really a big kid when you could ride the "fast lane".  I also remember a donkey that would pull a cart around the track for the younger or less adventurous patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddie Wonderland was at Main and Kirby, right across the street from Kaphan's Restaraunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/%7Etxpstcrd/houston.html'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/%7Etxpstcrd/Towns/Houston/HoustonKaphansRestaurant1950.jpg' alt='http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~txpstcrd/Towns/Houston/HoustonKaphansRestaurant1950.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  OK... you'll have to forgive me.  I'm having a flood of memories.  We would always go to Kaphan's with my grandparents, or with Aunt Tootsie and Uncle Morris.  This was real, old-time Jewish Houston.  At least, that's my sense of it now, looking back.  The owners knew my grandfather, which always impressed me.  There were two guys running the place.  One with white hair and the other without.  They had a ballroom of some sort for private parties to the right when you walked in (see the postcard above).  That hallway was covered in baseball memorabilia -- signed ball, photos, and other souvenirs.  I would always linger there while we waited for our table or on my way to and from the restrooom, which was down by the ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a main dining room, another room decorated to look like a wine cellar, with bottles stacked from floor to ceiling and fake bricks and vines painted on the walls behind them.  That room could be separated from the main dining room.  There were also two smaller sections with windows outside that ran on two sides of the main dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food... the kids always got a complimentary (and small) glass of grapefruit juice.  That was unique.  I remember that my favorite dish was the fried shrimp and lord knows how many times I had it growing up.  Later, I remember going with my grandfather by ourselves to Kaphan's for lunch --I can't remember why exactly.  He always got the lump crab meat.  It was there that he would teach me etiquette.  When to take my napkin - right away! - which fork to use, etc.  He was always preparing me for a some time in the future job interview.  Now I've never had an interview over a meal - perhaps a cup of coffee - but I guess the lessons were more universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddie Wonderland closed in the mid-nineties, and I believe that Kaphan's did so as well.  It's probably a Starbuck's now.  Or a condo complex.  But those places - and the people I was there with - are strong parts of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-weight: bold;'&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the intersection looks like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width='425' scrolling='no' height='240' frameborder='0' marginheight='0' marginwidth='0' src='http://www.google.com/maps/sv?cbp=1,250.1360055249121,,0,5&amp;amp;cbll=29.6945,-95.41435&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;panoid=okLwWkjyY0iUCJ6WhPqPmQ&amp;amp;gl=&amp;amp;hl=en'&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;small&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;" href="http://www.google.com/maps?cbp=1,250.1360055249121,,0,5&amp;amp;amp;cbll=29.6945,-95.41435&amp;amp;amp;amp;ll=29.6945,-95.41435&amp;amp;amp;amp;layer=c" id="cbembedlink"&amp;gt;View Larger Map&amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/small&amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/06/kiddie-wonderland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-2298567322319090007</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 05:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-05T20:06:17.465-07:00</atom:updated><title>Concentration</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Today, in the "reading nook" at &lt;a href='http://www.playhousecafesd.com/home.htm'&gt;Playhouse Cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3140/2588956232_d6cb3c25c1.jpg?v=0' alt='' height='375' width='500'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;New Year's Eve at TracyMarc's&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2351/2152397404_2dfc6595c4.jpg?v=0' alt='' height='375' width='500'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/06/concentration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8918804.post-5778325942092779570</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 02:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-05T20:07:37.326-07:00</atom:updated><title>Never fails</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/jspitzberg/2580941103/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3137/2580941103_3b79d12a53.jpg?v=0' alt='' height='375' width='500'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the way home from the Father's Day Picnic.  The girls spent the best part of five hours at the park and capped it all off with cake and juice boxes (and muffins, bagels, fruit, etc).  This was the predictable result.  And of course it was the only nap Melanie had.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.surroundedbygirls.com/2008/06/0615081304jpg.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Spitzberg)</author></item></channel></rss>