<?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-4440025926388670904</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:20:45.336-05:00</updated><category term='katie'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='technology'/><category term='iphone'/><category term='ikea'/><category term='micah'/><category term='Amy'/><category term='baby'/><category term='childbirth'/><category term='chris'/><category term='food'/><category term='doula'/><category term='customer service'/><category term='amy jo'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='computer'/><category term='chirs'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='a'/><category term='work'/><category term='judy'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of a Mom . . .</title><subtitle type='html'>The world through the eyes of a mom/computer geek/childbirth junkie/debt hating/Jesus freak</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-2102204019392053591</id><published>2011-04-15T14:32:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T20:16:08.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><title type='text'>The things we do for our kids...</title><content type='html'>Picture a 31 year old (that's right, I'm not 32 yet), mother of 4, with her 6 year old son in his booster seat driving around town jamming out to the bass thumping sound of a DJ Magic Mike Pandora mix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that was us today. You see, Micah likes to dance. And I love to see him smile. We had all the necessary components fall into place today to make that happen. I got to spend the day with just him while we went on a field trip to the Jacksonville zoo. We had Chris' car and consequently access to a nice sound system. Add that all together and we needed some B-A-S-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say.. I got some head turns in the parking lot of Chick-Fil-A while getting breakfast. I'm not sure if it was because of the car rattling bass or the 31 year old mom's car it was coming from. Either way, well worth the looks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-2102204019392053591?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2102204019392053591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=2102204019392053591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2102204019392053591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2102204019392053591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-we-do-for-our-kids.html' title='The things we do for our kids...'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-2711391221579497927</id><published>2011-04-13T22:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:31:10.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I blame it on the kids? Please?</title><content type='html'>Wow, just where in the world did 2 1/2 years go? I can't believe that was the last time I posted on my blog. I'm going to blame it on the kids and I will stand with pride and say that. I wouldn't have wanted to have spent my time any other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed blogging though. I doubt anyone reads it, but it's at least a good way to get my thoughts out. It's also fun to read my old posts that are a snapshot in time. Presidential elections, economy woes, iPhone buzz, life with only 2 kids. It is so encouraging to see clearly in hindsight how God has been working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's see if we can get this thing going again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-2711391221579497927?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2711391221579497927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=2711391221579497927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2711391221579497927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2711391221579497927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-i-blame-it-on-kids-please.html' title='Can I blame it on the kids? Please?'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-3662059874559095885</id><published>2008-11-25T22:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:31:19.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>Time for a geeky post..</title><content type='html'>So, I bit the bullet a few weeks ago and got myself the iPhone.  I must say, it's pretty impressive.  There are a lot of really cool things that have already made my life a little easier.  Perhaps the best part is just having internet access wherever I go.  If I'm away from the house and need to look something up - bam!  There it is.  But, there are definitely a few bugs that still need to be worked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most annoying ones is the add on installed apps.  I run into this problem almost daily.  I'll go to launch one of the apps and it just flashes and returns to the home screen.  The only solution I've found is to delete the app and reinstall it by going back to the App Store or synching the phone.  This is particularly annoying when I'm trying to scramble out of the house to go running and I try to launch my app to track my run and it crashes.  Arrgh!  Does it not realize I only have a few minutes before I need to get back and cook dinner?!  Apparently this is a widely known issue.  Most blog posts I read reported it would be taken care of with the new OS release.  But, that came out a couple days ago and the problem almost seems worse now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one isn't a bug as something I'm stumped over.  I'm struggling to find a good way to stream live radio from local stations.  You'd think I could just go to the stations site and listen, but Safari doesn't support the formats.   There are various apps you can install for some of the most popular stations on the country.  But, some of the stations I want to listen to don't end up on those apps.   In particular, I want to listen to the Dave Ramsey show live (I normally do this on AM 1530 if I'm home) and Air1 (a national station that brodcasts locally on FM 89.5).   If anyone has a solution to this - PLEASE let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-3662059874559095885?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3662059874559095885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=3662059874559095885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/3662059874559095885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/3662059874559095885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-for-geeky-post.html' title='Time for a geeky post..'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-8727424235762908670</id><published>2008-11-20T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:29:37.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy jo'/><title type='text'>Yuck!</title><content type='html'>With kids, some days are better than others.  Today has been one of those not so good days.  I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; been cleaning up bodily fluids since this morning.  It started with Amy Jo.  She has had poop go up her entire back and all over clothes twice today.  And the day isn't over yet!  But, I'm used to that.. so no big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then Micah started throwing up.  And throwing up.  And throwing up some more.  It started this morning when we went to get in the van.  Just as he got in, he spewed all over the seat and the floor.  He quickly jumped out (smart boy!) and continued to throw up all over the concrete.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;!  When he finished he was so exhausted he could hardly keep his eyes open.  So, I put him in the bed and went outside to wash out the van.  Just as I was finishing up, he came running outside crying saying he had thrown up all over his bed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;!  So, I cleaned up him up, sat him on the couch and went to clean up the bedroom.  Not two minutes after I finished that, he threw up on the couch.  We cleaned that up and now we've been laying on the couch for a few hours.  We've got our system down.  He will motion to me to pick up the garbage can, he'll spew, and we'll keep watching movies.  It seems to have slowed down, so I'm hoping the worst might be over.  But, I feel totally gross.  Hopefully Chris will be home soon and I can shower up.  I'm hoping it's just some sort of food poisoning since he doesn't have a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie seems to thrive off of the opportunities to show compassion.  She keeps checking on Micah and rubbing his head and says "Are you okay, buddy?"  Cute stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to watching Cars with Micah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-8727424235762908670?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8727424235762908670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=8727424235762908670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8727424235762908670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8727424235762908670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/yuck.html' title='Yuck!'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-1303492663683217885</id><published>2008-11-05T14:23:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:21:29.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a'/><title type='text'>Hi-yah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, it's a new day with a new president. Not quite the outcome I had hoped for, but it is what it is. I'm thankful I have a God who is ultimately in control. He knew long before today that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barak&lt;/span&gt; Obama would be president and I'm glad He knows better than me what is best for His people. I was encouraged this morning as I got together with a group of friends and we studied some of the Psalms. Particularly, Psalm 8 helps put some perspective on all of this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God cares for us individually that much, this little thing called the election just doesn't seem like that big of a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Annywhooo&lt;/span&gt;... Enough about politics. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah started taking Karate last week. Let's just say.. that didn't last long. He told me last night he didn't want to do it anymore. In his words "All that running makes me tired". (The instructor makes the kids run about 1/4 of a mile each class). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. Normally I don't think I'd let my kid quit that easily. But, considering it was going to cost about $700 for 6 months worth of classes (that was the cheapest I could find), I think I'm gonna let my kid be a quitter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promised some pics... Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265363764504843810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/SRJUclyGViI/AAAAAAAAADk/bA28uzJpvu0/s320/DSC_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/SRH5sD9o9UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0FJ0RReCxmk/s1600-h/DSC_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265363335986390786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/SRJUDpbVpwI/AAAAAAAAADc/5EAo-TycFh4/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/SRJTg_NftqI/AAAAAAAAADU/NQBerF1P3mw/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265362740538488482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/SRJTg_NftqI/AAAAAAAAADU/NQBerF1P3mw/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-1303492663683217885?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1303492663683217885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=1303492663683217885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1303492663683217885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1303492663683217885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-yah.html' title='Hi-yah!'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/SRJUclyGViI/AAAAAAAAADk/bA28uzJpvu0/s72-c/DSC_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-2072626699105506336</id><published>2008-11-02T21:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:56:26.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No, the sky is not falling...</title><content type='html'>I went up to the Town Center this afternoon and saw something very interesting.  Lots and LOTS of people.  People everywhere, walking around with their shopping bags and their lattes from Starbucks.  If it weren't for the news telling me otherwise, I would never have known we were in the midst of "the worst time since the Great Depression".  Seeing that today leaves me with two possible explanations - either people are in denial OR maybe things really aren't that bad.  Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest I sound insenstive, I know there are a lot of people out there struggling right now.  Just last week, several people we know lost their jobs and I'm sure we'll see more in the weeks to come.  I'm not suggesting that things are peachy keen.  It's just that I think a lot of what we're hearing is a little blown out of proportion.  Yes, the stock market it had it's worst one month decline in it's history (14% loss).  But, it's ONE MONTH people!  It's not the end of the world!  The news has a difficult time reporting anything but the hear and now.  They fail to put things into perspective most of the time.  So, here's one nuggest for some perspective - Did you know that since 1994, the stock market is up nearly 57%?  And that's as of the close of our "worst month ever".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say... Based on what I saw today at the mall and the basic numbers I mentioned above, I don't think we're anywhere close to being able to compare this to the Great Depression.  But, hey, it makes for some great political soap box's for our Presidential candidates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoooo... I doubt anyone cares about my rants on the economy.  So, I promise -next post will be back to "A Day in the Life of a Mom" and some new family pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-2072626699105506336?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2072626699105506336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=2072626699105506336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2072626699105506336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2072626699105506336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-sky-is-not-falling.html' title='No, the sky is not falling...'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-5153394403819121460</id><published>2008-10-02T16:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:00:39.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><title type='text'>Quick, let's get out of here!</title><content type='html'>News Flash: My kids have very different personalities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was made very apparent today in a situation we encountered at Chick-fil-a when I took Katie and Micah to the bathroom.  As Katie was in the midst of doing her business, the electronic sensored paper towel dispenser suddenly started dispensing all by itself.  Katie's reaction was "wow, cool!" and she laughed very excitedly.  Micah's reaction was complete opposite.  He got very nervous and tried to get Katie to hurry up so we could get out.  I tried to tell him it was okay as I got Katie's pants pulled up, but I looked over to find his lip quivering.  I asked him why he was getting upset and he hesitantly asked me "Is the whole bathroom going to fill up??".  It was kind of funny, but I knew it was very distressing for him.  I couldn't help but hurry us all out of the bathroom to relieve his fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend recently lent me a book called Nurture by Nature which goes through the Myers-Briggs personality types and helps you identify the personality type of your kids.  I'm finding this extremely helpful in parenting them.  I hate to say it this way, but Micah has been much easier for me to interact with than Katie so far.  After reading the personaility profiles, I now realize that it's because we are very close to the same personality types.  Micah is ISTJ and I'm INTJ, but I think the N is boarderline S for me.  It's always easy to understand someone who is just like you!  :)  Katie on the other hand... I've had a hard time figuring out what makes her tick.  But, after reading the book, I've determined her to be INFP.  INFP's can be pretty emotional -  An emotional INFP doesn't always fit well with a level headed INTJ. But, there are SO many positive things in her personality profile as well.  Now that I know what to be looking for, it has been so fun to focus on her strengths and see how it makes her light up with delight when she gets that praise.  She is certainly very loving and concerned for other people's well being.  And I think slowly but surely, she will teach me how to lighten up a bit and enjoy the little things as much as she does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2 kids down.  1 to go!  And, after today, I doubt Micah will want to use the Chick-fil-a bathroom anymroe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-5153394403819121460?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5153394403819121460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=5153394403819121460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5153394403819121460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5153394403819121460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-lets-get-out-of-here_02.html' title='Quick, let&apos;s get out of here!'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-5352924896134412417</id><published>2008-09-20T08:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:25:17.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has their opinion.</title><content type='html'>I know everyone has an opinion on this topic, but hey.. it's my blog, so I get to write what I want, right?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since high school, one of my passions has been Economics.  So much so that I minored in it in college and have considered many times going back to get a Master's degree in it.  So, the last few weeks in the US economy has certainly peaked my interest.  This past week in particular has been pretty fascinating.  Banks failing, goverment bailing company's out, huge gains and losses in the stock market, and a $700 billion plan announced by the government on Friday to try to salvage the economy.  Even the most level headed of us have got to be at least wondering what in the world is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The root cause of all of this chaos is basically debt.  The definition of debt is: "something owed, the state of owing".  Beginning about 5-7 years ago, people became delirious with the notion of owning a home.  And lenders became delirious with the notion of big time profits.  Not having the cash on hand to purchase these homes, people took out mortgages.  Prior to this big housing boom, banks were typically careful about who they lent to by doing a lot of research on their income, their outflow, and their debts, many times done by what's called manual underwriting of a loan. But, banks and Wall Street began seeing an opportunity to make big time money by making these loans to basically anyone who walked in off the street regardless of their income.  Most of these now failed loans were Adjustable Rate Mortgages, Interest only, and Sub Prime (high interest rate) for a period of 3-5 years. To increase the profit, banks began packaging and reselling these mortgages to other companies for a profit basically causing more and more layers of institutions to become caked onto these mortgages.  About 1-2 years ago, a lot of these sub prime loans came up for intrest rate adjustments.  And the people who were lent more money than they could afford began defaulting.  And the rest has been a domino effect throughout many of the layers of financial institions entangled in these loans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we'll all get through this.  A basic economic principal is "what goes up, must come down".  We experienced a huge "up" over the past several 5-7 years, which means we should have been expecting a big "down" as well.  I'm still not sure how I feel about the govenment taking part in trying to soften the blow of the "down", but that may be a post for another day.  But, if America hasn't seen the basic lesson in all of this yet, I hope this past week has been a wake up call - "Debt is dumb, cash is king."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-5352924896134412417?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5352924896134412417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=5352924896134412417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5352924896134412417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5352924896134412417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyone-has-their-opinion.html' title='Everyone has their opinion.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-1066111353511422458</id><published>2008-09-01T20:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:00:46.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, it smells like delicious eggs!</title><content type='html'>This was Micah's comment today as we drove with the windows down through a rather soggy area of town.  The things kids say are just too hilarious sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-1066111353511422458?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1066111353511422458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=1066111353511422458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1066111353511422458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1066111353511422458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/09/mommy-it-smells-like-delicious-eggs.html' title='Mommy, it smells like delicious eggs!'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-3395848018806080800</id><published>2008-08-17T12:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:01:48.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough decisions.</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to find that as kids get older, the tougher the decisions get. I'm so thankful that God already knows their lives from start to finish and has a plan much bigger than me. But, I at least feel a duty to make wise, well thought out, and prayerful decisions about the things in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah turns 4 next month, and the need to make a decision about school is staring us right in the face. There are so many choices - public school, private school, montissory education, classical education, co-ops, home schooling, unschooling, etc. It makes my head hurt just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Micah is so super eager to learn things. And Katie is a little sponge right now, too. To take advantage of this fertile time, I've tried to start being delibrate in our plans each day. Here are some of the things we're trying (key word being trying)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each morning we go for a walk. I try to plan something for the walk such as counting how many houses their are in our neighborhood or naming all the animals/insects we can find. The other morning, we got into a discussion about leaves falling from the tree. Micah wanted to know why they turned brown once they fell off. I explained how the leaf needs the tree for food and life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're trying a book series called "The Code" by Nancy Hall. She has a book for preschoolers called "Get Ready for the Code" that helps learn letter sounds and how to write them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Target has these incredible $1 bargin bins that have flash cards and books for learning numbers and letters. I even found a Spiderman number book the other day. Micah thinks it's the coolest thing ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This education thing is a whole new world for me. So, I'm open to any suggestions for those of you who have been through this already! And I'm sure there will be plenty of posts in the coming years that reflect my many failures and few successes in the realm of education. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you'd like to see one of our other learning adventures, check out Chris' You Tube video. This happened in our front yard on Friday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kMv0KGStGw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kMv0KGStGw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-3395848018806080800?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3395848018806080800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=3395848018806080800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/3395848018806080800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/3395848018806080800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/08/tough-decisions.html' title='Tough decisions.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-3951679198415357389</id><published>2008-08-16T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:15:38.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to "normal".</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago,  Katie was crawling up onto my lap on the couch and accidentally pushed my laptop crashing onto the floor.  I tried to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recusitate&lt;/span&gt; it, but it breathed it's last.  It was a tough couple weeks, but after some diligent e-bay-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;, I'm back in business!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah and Katie have both had some pretty big milestones these past few weeks.  Micah took his training wheels off two weeks ago.  Go Micah!  It was a rainy afternoon and we were on our way inside when Chris came walking out and non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;challantly&lt;/span&gt; said, "Hey, Micah.. Wanna take your training wheels off?".  He immediately said "No way, daddy!"  Chris gently prodded him "What, are you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scardey&lt;/span&gt; cat??"  And that's all it took.  He immediately decided he had something to prove.  Now, I'm not so sure that's the best way to get your kids to do something, so I'm certainly not condoning that approach.  But, once Micah decided he wanted to do it, he was certainly determined.  Within minutes, he was riding all by himself with little or no help.  And for the past two weeks, he has been riding circles around the girls and I as we go for our morning walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Katie has certainly made us proud these past few weeks.  Having gone through this with two kids now, I think I'm beginning to realize that potty training is as much of a training for the kids as it is for the parents.  I was personally a little scared of potty training a girl.  Boys are easy; they can pretty much go anywhere.  But, girls can't exactly do that and with my personal aversion to public restrooms, the thought of needing Katie to sit on one of those seats was beyond me.  My other issue is that I'm always hesitant to draw that line in the sand and say "we are done with diapers".  I try to dilly dally with not wearing diapers at home, but then putting them on if we go out, or putting them on when they go to bed.  And it just doesn't work.  It's too confusing for them.  Once we quit trying to change the rules on Katie and we solved my aversion to public restrooms by bringing a toilet chair in the van, she easily took the reins and finished up the training.  And now we're going on 4 weeks now with no diapers.  She has been so proud of herself - she is officially a big girl!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between bike riding and going potty, I've been busy doing some web design work.  One for the infamous Rae Davies (&lt;a href="http://www.thebirthcompany.com/"&gt;http://www.thebirthcompany.com&lt;/a&gt;) and one for Med-Equip Solutions (this one will be online at &lt;a href="http://www.med-equipsolutions.com/"&gt;http://www.med-equipsolutions.com&lt;/a&gt; next week).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-3951679198415357389?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3951679198415357389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=3951679198415357389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/3951679198415357389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/3951679198415357389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to &quot;normal&quot;.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-4024946528961869179</id><published>2008-07-28T22:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:59:15.414-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris'/><title type='text'>Chris for President?</title><content type='html'>Who'd of thunk I might be First Lady one day. Check out his campaign: &lt;a href="http://chrisandjudy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://chrisandjudy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Katie is officially potty trained! That's a relief, and an extra $50 bucks in our pockets each month. Hooray for Katie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-4024946528961869179?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4024946528961869179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=4024946528961869179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4024946528961869179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4024946528961869179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Chris for President?'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-8402204389950798056</id><published>2008-07-22T22:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:27:45.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My worst nightmare.</title><content type='html'>Around 2am last night, I woke up in a cold sweat with my heart pounding out of my chest. That had to be one of the worst nightmares I've ever had. Here's how it went down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; was getting in the van to go somewhere. We were all in and ready except for Katie. She was dragging her feet and getting distracted by toys walking out of the garage to the van. Chris, being his usual self, decided to tease her a bit by acting like we were going to leave without her. I decided to hop out of the van to go grab her and put her in the van. When I got out, I didn't see her anywhere. I guess Chris assumed she was still playing so he continued to back up like he was leaving us. Next thing I know I hear her screaming. I look down and see her underneath the van. Before I had time to react, I watched the front tire roll over her entire body. When the van came to a stop, her torso was completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; from her lower half. As I was running to her, I was jolted out of my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it shook me up pretty good and it took me quite a while to fall back to sleep. I have no idea what prompted that, but I'm certainly thankful it was only a dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-8402204389950798056?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8402204389950798056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=8402204389950798056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8402204389950798056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8402204389950798056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-worst-nightmare.html' title='My worst nightmare.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-1016947038589679042</id><published>2008-07-05T21:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:50:31.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intersting days.</title><content type='html'>Bill Gates officially retired from Microsoft this week. That's a pretty major event - if it had not been for that man, chances are I would not be sitting here writing this blog on my laptop and you probably wouldn't be reading it. And while I have the upmost respect for that man, it's probably a good thing he is retiring. There is no doubt that Microsoft still dominates the market, but it's obvious that the market is shifting. Have you walked into an Apple store lately? There's hardly breathing room. Apple, Mozilla, Google, etc, all making products that are increasingly infringing on Microsoft's space. Why? Because they're better, faster, cheaper (free in a lot of cases). Microsoft needs to make some serious changes soon or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks announced this week they would be closing 300 stores. Who would have ever thought we'd be hearing that announcement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words: Google StreetView. If you haven't seen it yet, you're missing out! Chances are, a street level view of your house with your parked car in the driveway is on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen Y/Millenials - people born from 1980 - 1996. These are the kids who are going to completely change the way we do work in America. Very intriguing. Even though I'm Gen X, I think there is a lot that's true about our generation in this group as well. No more 9-5 work like we know it. There is a great editorial on this at: &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/11/08/60minutes/main3475200.shtml"&gt;http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/11/08/60minutes/main3475200.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock groups replacing lead singers from internet videos?  Who'd of thunk.  This year alone, the legendary rock group Boston replaced their lead singer when they stumbled across a Home Depot manager's MySpace page.  Journey did a similar thing finding their new lead singer on YouTube.  &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=4975645"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=4975645&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacred Marriage - a great book that Chris and I are reading right now. This doesn't have much to do with current events except that it's probably a portrait of marriage that is becoming increasingly hard to find in our day and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are just a few things that have been topics of discussion in the Andrews' household as of late. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-1016947038589679042?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1016947038589679042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=1016947038589679042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1016947038589679042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1016947038589679042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/07/intersting-days.html' title='Intersting days.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-5415685966057971526</id><published>2008-06-24T15:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:49:48.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><title type='text'>Whew, that's a relief!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, Micah went for his first "real" dentist appointment a few weeks ago and my little buddy had two cavities on his back molars. Ugh. And to make matters worse, the dentist wanted to put Micah to sleep to fill them! As a parent, you want to make the best decisions for your kids. And it doesn't help that I like to make informed decisions. Putting my kid to sleep and paying around $1200 out of pocket seemed like a big deal to me, so I had a lot of questions. I could tell the dentist was a little perturbed by all my inquiries. The dentist felt that because of Micah's age, this would be the only way to get him to sit still long enough to fill them. In his words, "I've done this a long time and I don't think Micah will be able to do this. You might ruin his perception of dentistry for life and he will never want to come back." Naturally, I came home feeling beat down and began doing a lot of reading and talking to other parents about what their experience has been with pediatric dentistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Dr. Love. A friend from church, Bill Love is a a pediatric dentist who's been in practice for a long time. I didn't initially take Micah and Katie there because he isn't in network with our insurance. But, Chris urged me to talk to him anyway. We had a consultation there yesterday and all I can say is Bill is my hero! Micah did great - he sat calmly in the chair and let Dr. Love look in his mouth. After a few minutes of poking around in his mouth, Bill says - hey, Micah is doing awesome. How about we just go ahead and fill them while you're here? We can just use a little nitrous oxide and he'll be done in about 10 minutes. By the time I picked my mouth up off the ground, Micah was done! All those weeks of agonizing over this decision and just like that, it's over. Needless to say, I think we've found our new dentist for the next 18 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA - a milestone! I posted a few months back that I was 145 lbs and that I had a goal to lose 15 pounds. But, I hit my brick wall a while ago at 140. No matter what I did, I couldn't get below 140. That was somewhat expected - as long as I'm nursing, it's usually hard to get below a certain point because my body needs the extra calories to feed the baby. But, I finally broke the barrier. I was 139.6 today! It's been over 4 years since I've seen anything below 140 on the screen. I just had to share my excitement. Only 9.6 pounds to go! Amazing what not eating out and exercising can do for you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-5415685966057971526?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5415685966057971526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=5415685966057971526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5415685966057971526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5415685966057971526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/whew-thats-relief.html' title='Whew, that&apos;s a relief!'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-430773724759382221</id><published>2008-06-20T21:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:56:06.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love grows love.</title><content type='html'>Most people who know me know I'm a pretty big Caedmon's Call fan. I have always loved their folk sound, their songs have a depth that is refreshing, and I learned to play guitar off their early music. One of the songs on their latest album, Overdressed, has struck a chord with me and it's been stuck in my head the past couple days. It's called Love Grows Love and as mushy as it sounds (and I'm not a very mushy person) - I think I like it because it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminiscent&lt;/span&gt; of the story of Chris and I. Dating, getting married, having kids, going through life's experiences together, and growing closer every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said to put on a happy face on a high school stage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I read what you really meant, your handwriting on a Bible page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waited like you told me, though we knew it right away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It took eight and a half more years to finally say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell in love with you, and the love became something new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It keeps getting stronger than we ever could have longed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love keeps growing more love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we got the news we had to call our families&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And start painting the room a nice bright blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our vows, they started breathing and they took on flesh and blood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we held them in our arms and tasted that God was good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell in love with you, and the love became something new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Added a name and we added a smile, keeps getting bigger ever further mile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There on your bended knee, we sowed the seeds of our history&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming up stronger than we ever could have longed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love keeps growing more love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If love is an echo of the heart, the heart is a canyon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It stretches wild and free without an end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It breaks through every wall that holds us in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m on the other side of the world to see what changed you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart breaks with the broken and it dances with the hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You told me I would find here what I could not understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Til I’m walking here beside you hand in hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell in love with you, and the love became something new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Added a name and we added a smile, keeps getting bigger ever further mile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There on your bended knee, we sowed the seeds of our history&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming up stronger than we ever could have longed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love keeps growing more love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-430773724759382221?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/430773724759382221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=430773724759382221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/430773724759382221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/430773724759382221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-grows-love.html' title='Love grows love.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-2674665365876517053</id><published>2008-06-18T14:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:43:51.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just who I am.</title><content type='html'>I think I've finally realized something about myself - I'm a slow adopter. You'll never find me waiting at a store all night for the release of the next greatest (insert item here) &lt;insert&gt;&lt;you&gt;&lt;you&gt;. I think I even have a tendency to resist change. I need time to process, see if it's effective or worthwhile, read reviews, get opinions, etc before I'll even consider accepting something. It's kind of ironic since I work in the fast paced, always changing IT industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some recent experiences with that - Buying up houses to fix up and sell during the housing boom (now I'm super thankful we didn't do that!), Windows Vista (although, my reluctance was well merited), Blackberries (I still think they're evil), Blogging (now look at me), Facebook (now I think it's great!), Organic Foods (now I buy quite a bit of Organic foods - have you ever tried Organic milk? Yuuuumm!), and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it only took me 29 years to figure this out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-2674665365876517053?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2674665365876517053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=2674665365876517053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2674665365876517053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2674665365876517053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-just-who-i-am.html' title='It&apos;s just who I am.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-6464515127609493557</id><published>2008-06-15T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:58:38.755-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy jo'/><title type='text'>Mommy, I want one more.</title><content type='html'>What am I to say when Micah is cuddling with me after waking up from his nap today and looks up at me and says, "Mommy, I want one more baby." ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if it is bothersome to him having to be the big brother, getting less attention than he used to get, and having to help with the other two all the time.  But, it is becoming increasingly apparent that he absolutely loves his little sisters.  And he enthusiastically continues to tell me he wants another brother or sister.  It is so much fun to see the way he dotes over Amy Jo.  I think she has captured his heart even more than Katie did just because he was old enough to understand what it meant for me to be pregnant and what it meant to have a new sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at least he has made up his mind on that topic.  Now if Chris and I could make up our minds, we'd be good to go.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-6464515127609493557?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6464515127609493557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=6464515127609493557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/6464515127609493557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/6464515127609493557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/mommy-i-want-one-more.html' title='Mommy, I want one more.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-1310096811772567116</id><published>2008-06-11T07:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:17:02.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><title type='text'>Victory!</title><content type='html'>I'm not much for sewing, but when it comes to my kids waking up earlier and earlier, I'll do just about anything.  I like my sleep too much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple months, it has continued to get brighter and brighter earlier and earlier.  Micah and Katie used to sleep consistently until 7am, if not 7:30am.  But, since it was getting brighter earlier, their internal clock seemed to be adjusting.  First it was waking up at 6:45am, then 6:30, and lately it's been more like 6:15am.  I usually wake up an hour before them so I can have some perosnal time, but waking up at 5:15am every morning was not sounding too attractive.   Amy Jo seems unphased by the daylight - she still consistently sleeps until 8am.  But, now that she has become mobile over the past week, she has decided to wake up once a night for an extra feeding - I assume for the extra calories she's burning.  I know some moms deal with their infants waking up several times a night until they are a year old or older, so I really have nothing to be complaining about.  But, I've been sleepy and grumpy lately, so I figured I owed it to others around me to try to do something about this waking up early deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, I borrowed a sewing machine and put together some black out shades for their room.  Let's just say... the extra hour of sleep this morning was heavenly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-1310096811772567116?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1310096811772567116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=1310096811772567116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1310096811772567116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1310096811772567116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/victory.html' title='Victory!'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-5514534282404733142</id><published>2008-05-20T11:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:59:51.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judy'/><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I wasn't super crazy about my name - Judith Michelle. They called me Michelle for a while, but when I got to kindergarten there was a girl named Michelle that I didn't like.  So, when I found out my first name was actually Judith (Judy), I made up my mind that I wanted to change it.  I wasn't super crazy about that name either, but at least it was after my dad's mother - or so I was told.  There were still a lot of people who called me Michelle, but over time eventually everyone switched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went downtown to pick up a death certificate for my father (he died 13 years ago).  You can imagine the irony when I saw his mother's name listed on the certificate as Vivienne Jean.  Where was the Judy??  I could only laugh.  I called my mom right away to let her know.  She laughed, too.  She said she wasn't crazy about the name Judy, but my dad talked her into it because he told her it was his mother's name.  Seems he pulled one over on both of us!  What's even more ironic is that my maiden name "Shane" wasn't a real name either.  My dad changed his last name when he went into showbusiness (long before I was born).  Consequently, I ended up with that last name when I was born.  But, no one else in his family has that name except for me.  Now that's a story I can't wait to tell the kids one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-5514534282404733142?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5514534282404733142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=5514534282404733142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5514534282404733142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5514534282404733142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-8130338347342553627</id><published>2008-05-12T20:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:14:02.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><title type='text'>There's a first...</title><content type='html'>For the past several weeks, Chris' mom has been staying with us one night a week to attend a class down the street from our house. So, she keeps her makeup bag in one of the drawers in the guest bathroom.  Yesterday, Katie decided to sneak in there, close the bathroom door, and play with Grannie's makeup.  Of course it only makes sense that she would then need to climb on the toilet and onto the counter to see in the mirror to put the makeup on.   When she realized she couldn't get off the counter, she began calling us.  When Chris went to open the door - denied!  Due to a poor cabinet design in the bathroom, the drawer that Katie left opened before she climbed on the counter completely blocks the door from being opened.  And since Katie couldn't get off the counter to close it, we couldn't get her out.  Sooooo.. we had no choice but to bust the door down.  Chris got a crow bar and began beating a hole through it so we could reach in and close the drawer.  Needless to say, Katie was pretty shaken up.  I don't think she'll be getting playing in the makeup anymore.  I can only imagine what the garbage men thought when the picked up the door this morning. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-8130338347342553627?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8130338347342553627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=8130338347342553627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8130338347342553627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8130338347342553627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-first.html' title='There&apos;s a first...'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-4871060246681449755</id><published>2008-04-30T15:09:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:22:05.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><title type='text'>Katie turns 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Katie's birthday was Monday; our little girl turned 2! I can still vividly remember the morning I went into labor with her. Chris was getting ready to go to work and he didn't believe me. 3 hours later, Katie made her debut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/SBkaVBhxRCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/b-uH_2AgVo4/s1600-h/IMG_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195212593638229026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/SBkaVBhxRCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/b-uH_2AgVo4/s200/IMG_1987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a small birthday party for her this past weekend - a princess party! She proudly adorned her princess garb throughout the day. I think she was a little overwhelmed by the whole thing. With two siblings, she's not used to that much undivided attention. :) But, she was adorable and she is definitely a princess in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/SBka6hhxRDI/AAAAAAAAACE/NWzSkPIHmVs/s1600-h/IMG_2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195213237883323442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/SBka6hhxRDI/AAAAAAAAACE/NWzSkPIHmVs/s200/IMG_2258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also received an incredible blessing this weekend - my sister Cathy surprised us with the purchase of a swing set for the kids! And it was no small task putting that gigantic thing together. Cathy, her boyfriend Don, and Chris spent several hours Friday night and all day Saturday putting it together. It was at least a solid 12 hours worth of work. In the end, the kids have had an absolute blast on it. The first thing they want to do when they wake up in the morning is go in the backyard to play on it. Our house is definitely the place to be right now for all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; kids. A huge thanks to Cat for that one! She has always been one of the most giving people I've ever known, and once again we were humbled by her graciousness. I can only hope God will shape my heart to be even half as giving as hers one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-4871060246681449755?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4871060246681449755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=4871060246681449755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4871060246681449755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4871060246681449755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/katie-turns-2.html' title='Katie turns 2!'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/SBkaVBhxRCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/b-uH_2AgVo4/s72-c/IMG_1987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-9060358642629504491</id><published>2008-04-22T08:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:53:20.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, boats, and piercings.</title><content type='html'>What do they have in common? Not much, but it probably got your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, Chris and I had the pleasure of attended a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marrage&lt;/span&gt; conference at our church.   We've been married almost 9 years now and I still find myself amazed that God has blessed me with this incredible man.  It was great to spend some dedicated time together (no kids!) and reflect on the bigger purpose God put us together for - to share His love with others.   And.. we even got some dance lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe my mom bought a boat?  Yeah, me neither!  And it's not a little boat... It's pretty darn big.  We spent this past Saturday taking it out for her maiden voyage.  The kids had a blast, but I think Chris had even more fun getting to be the captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were out boating, Chris' parents kept Amy Jo for us.  They took her to get her ears pierced!  She looks adorable!  I'm so glad it's done and that I didn't have to be there.  I almost passed out when Katie got hers done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we're making preparations for Katie's birthday party.  I can't believe she's about to be 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-9060358642629504491?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9060358642629504491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=9060358642629504491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/9060358642629504491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/9060358642629504491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-boats-and-piercings.html' title='Love, boats, and piercings.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-2440343123830848047</id><published>2008-04-01T07:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:19:24.838-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>Painted nails, lemoNsines, and Jon Jon.</title><content type='html'>It's been tough for me to post regularly lately. I guess having 3 kids is taking up more time than I had anticipated. :) Here is a quick update on the latest in our household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie got her first nail painting this weekend. Chris painted her toenails and fingernails and now she thinks she is hot stuff. She walks around saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ooohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, look at my toes. They're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preeettty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." I've started planning for her birthday party. I can't believe she'll be 2 at the end of this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah is turning into more of a comedian every day. He definitely gets those genes from Chris' family. The other day we were eating at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bono's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (surprise, surprise). He started putting all our lemons from our drinks on one of the cardboard advertisements sitting on the table. Once he had them all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meticulously&lt;/span&gt; arranged, he looked up with a big grin and said "Look everyone, it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lemonsine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" He also had one of the most exciting moments of his life this week at our favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Over the years, we've become friends one one of the cooks there named Jon Jon. Micah thinks he is a super hero or something. So much so that he pretends to cook like him on our coffee table at home and he has been saving up money for the past few months so he can buy a spatula like Jon Jon's. What 3 year old has the diligence to save money to buy something like that over toys? Micah told Jon Jon about how he was going to get one of those as soon as he had enough money. So, when the meal was over, Jon Jon graciously gave him his spatula. Micah was so excited. He has even been taking the spatula to bed with him at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Jo has been so much fun. She is smiling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coo'ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up a storm right now. She is such an easy going baby. I can't wait to see how her personality develops over the next several months. She seems like she is going to be such a delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had so much fun being home with the kids for the past 10 weeks! It's kind of bitter sweet that I have to begin going back into the office next. I enjoy my job, but I enjoy being a mom even more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-2440343123830848047?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2440343123830848047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=2440343123830848047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2440343123830848047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2440343123830848047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/painted-nails-lemonsines-and-jon-jon.html' title='Painted nails, lemoNsines, and Jon Jon.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-8986742777139968500</id><published>2008-03-21T13:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:12:15.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is in the air!</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year.  The temperature is perfect, the days are longer, everyone is outside.  We took advantage of it today by going to the zoo with our neighbor and her kids.  70 degrees, a slight breeze, blue skies, and some stinky animal poop.  It doesn't get much better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is beginning to look like a year of a lot of "firsts" for me.  I had my first ever ER and hospital stay last month.  And this week I got stitches for the first time.  Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration - I should say I got my first stitch (not plural).  I had to get a mole removed and they put a little stitch in it afterwards.  For a girl who hates needles, I sure am getting poked an awful lot this year.  Next week I have to go to the dentist.  With the year I've had so far, I'm sure you can understand my apprehension.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-8986742777139968500?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8986742777139968500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=8986742777139968500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8986742777139968500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8986742777139968500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the air!'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-5241663561519437554</id><published>2008-03-16T15:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:31:45.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember.  Never Forget.</title><content type='html'>This weekend I had the great pleasure of attending the annual women's retreat with my church. It was a great time to fellowship with some great friends, make new ones, and gave me some much needed time away from the busyness of life to spend with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the themes of the retreat was remembering what God has done. I spent a good deal of time reflecting on all the amazing ways He has worked troughout my life. The people, events, and timing of things seems so intricately placed. From the events that transpired that resulted in me hearing the Gospel and accepting it into my heart, to the way I met Chris, to the death of my Dad, to the friends I made while working in highschool who challenged me which consequently resulted in Chris accepting Christ, to my attendance at UF and my "random" placement with roommates which led to my involvement in Campus Crusade, to our first professional jobs which ultimately led to the jobs we have today. Our marriage, the ministries we're involved in and support, the friends we have, the people we've seen grow or accept Christ, the people who have discipled us and the people we've discipled, the births we've had, the jobs we're in, the church we attend. Good times, bad times, the list goes on and on. All are a direct consequence of the way God began a series of events from the time I was a small child and arguably long before my life even began.  It's as if He wanted me to be able to look back on them and be left utterly speechless at the undenyablity of His hand in all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the words of this song sum it up better than I ever could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How deep the Father's love for us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How vast beyond all measure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That He would send His only Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make a wretch His treasure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why should I gain from His reward?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot give an answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this I know with all my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His wounds have paid my ransom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-5241663561519437554?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5241663561519437554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=5241663561519437554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5241663561519437554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5241663561519437554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/remember-never-forget.html' title='Remember.  Never Forget.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-1869840795125813447</id><published>2008-03-05T14:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:46:48.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grooming a gentleman begins early.</title><content type='html'>One of the things that I've always loved about Chris is what a gentleman he is. Even when we were young teenagers, he was always quick to do things like open the door for me and let me walk in first. He was always super polite to his elders. He told me that these were things his mom required of him from a young age. You don't see that a lot anymore, but it is something we definitely wanted to instill in any boys we had. So, it was great to see Micah put those lessons to use the other morning at Chick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt; A with a little girl his age on the playground. It was so sweet to watch him be so polite. He always let her go down the slide first. He helped her get up the steps. He opened the door to and from the playground for her. I hope him learning these things now makes his future wife feel honored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news - I had my 6 week checkup today.  I'm back to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-pregnancy weight!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yippie&lt;/span&gt;!  That's the quickest I've bounced back after a having a baby - it normally takes me 6 months or so.  I think my illness after having Amy is the biggest reason for that.  I guess something good came out of that whole experience.  Even though I'm happy about that, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-pregnancy weight isn't much to brag about (145).  I would love to loose about 15 more pounds.  So, that's my goal. I've started bike riding again and plan to hit the exercise pretty hard (kids permitting).   You all can hold me accountable.  I guess trips to Melting Pot like we did this past Monday night probably aren't going to help me too much in that quest.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-1869840795125813447?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1869840795125813447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=1869840795125813447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1869840795125813447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1869840795125813447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/grooming-gentleman-begins-early.html' title='Grooming a gentleman begins early.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-5063393472888865315</id><published>2008-03-01T20:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:31:48.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a little dusty around here.</title><content type='html'>Never a dull moment at the Andrews household. Today's agenda - insulate the attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been wanting to add additional insulation in our attic for several years, but each year winter comes and goes before we find time to do it. With our electric bills continuing to increase, we were bound and determined to do it this year. But, yet again, winter has almost slipped past us. I guess we were a little preoccupied with the arrival of little Amy this winter. So, we knew this was probably the last weekend of reasonably cool weather and if we didn't do it now, it would be another year before it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know how much work it would be. Chris spent about 5 hours in the attic blowing recycled paper product while his dad and I were down on the ground loading the hopper. I thought we were getting incredibly dusty loading the hopper, but Chris was 10 times worse. When Chris emerged from the attic, he looked like Pigpen from the Peanuts. Like he had rubbed a year's worth of lint from the dryer all over his body and then run a marathon. He was covered in head to toe with dust and all sweaty. Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that and we're only half way done! Tomorrow after church we'll be attempting to finish the rest. Needless to say, the neti pot came in handy today.  And I think Chris wants to do a sprinkler system next weekend.  No rest for the weary!  If anyone is bored and wants to help, come on by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, at least half the house is nice and cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-5063393472888865315?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5063393472888865315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=5063393472888865315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5063393472888865315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5063393472888865315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-little-dusty-around-here.html' title='It&apos;s a little dusty around here.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-4296685550811554073</id><published>2008-02-26T10:24:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:08:57.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a crummy friend.</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who has gone through a very trying few months. The day of "reckoning" finally came yesterday and the result wasn't what was hoped for. I can only imagine what it felt like for her. And I know there isn't much I can say to make it any better.  How can I even begin to know what she feels like? I know neither one of us chose our situations, but I can't help but feel guilty that this has been so difficult for her while the same situation for me has been so easy.  I know God has a plan (Romans 8:28), but I'm not sure me telling her that is going to make her feel much better right now.  So, I'm left without much to say.  Maybe that's a good thing.  Some people probably think I talk too much anyway.  :)  I hope she knows I'll be here to listen if she needs it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-4296685550811554073?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4296685550811554073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=4296685550811554073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4296685550811554073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4296685550811554073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-such-crummy-friend.html' title='I&apos;m such a crummy friend.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-1814405589707770490</id><published>2008-02-14T14:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:39:23.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbey, doooo that?!</title><content type='html'>I think things are starting to get back to normal around here. I'm feeling almost 100% again and the kids have pretty much adjusted to their new little sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie is really into her baby dolls now that Amy is here.  When I'm nursing Amy, she'll go grab one of her dolls, put it under her shirt and pretend to nurse it as well.  Or sometimes she'll go put the doll in her bed and come out and say "Shhh.  Baby night night".  If Amy cries in the car, Katie will yell out "Amy, it's okay!  Shhh!".  It's too cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when Katie woke up I was right in the middle of nursing Amy.  So, she went to grab her doll so she could sit next to me and feed it.  All of a sudden she looked down to notice one of the feet missing on her doll.  She immediately got a very concerned tone and asked where the baby's foot was.  I tried so hard to contain my laughter because this was obviously very distressing for her.  Apparently Abbey (our dog) got ahold of the doll last night and chewed it's foot off.  How do you explain that one?  While I was trying to figure out how to respond, Micah quickly chimed in the way only a man can, "Katie, Abbey ate it."  Katie yells in a broken hearted tone, "Abbey, doooo that?!".  In adult language that is "Abbey, why did you do that?!".  Katie then took a deep breath, looks up at me with sad eyes, and asks me for some band aids for the baby.  Micah proceeded to put Abbey in time out while we doctored up the stump of a leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are so great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-1814405589707770490?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1814405589707770490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=1814405589707770490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1814405589707770490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1814405589707770490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/02/abbey-doooo-that.html' title='Abbey, doooo that?!'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-2290588192275367269</id><published>2008-02-09T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:32:27.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>I hate needles.</title><content type='html'>I've been known to nearly faint anytime I need to have blood drawn.  In fact, one of the biggest reasons we began having our children at home instead of a hospital is because the thought of the possibility of getting an IV in my arm was too much for me.  So, you can imagine my reaction when I had to go to the ER this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought something might be wrong when my post birth cramping was starting to get progressively worse instead of better late last week. But, being the stubborn person I am - I wrote it off as normal because it was my third kid (the cramping supposably gets worse with each kid). I noticed I had a slight fever on Saturday when Micah and Katie were playing doctor and they took my temperature.  I still wrote it off as nothing and continued popping my 800mg of Motrin to dampen the cramping and fever. By Monday, there was no denying the possibility of something being wrong -- I had the shivers and my fever hit 103.2 by mid day. But, I still wasn't willing to give in. Monday night was my demise. I couldn't sleep, I was freezing to death, and by the wee hours of Tuesday morning I was beginning to hallucinate. My fever was now at 104.7. Chris called Sharon first thing Tuesday morning to let her know. Since we couldn't be certain what it was, she decided to send me to the ER to be checked out and shortly thereafter, they admitted me to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've never been to an ER let alone a patient in a hospital.  I'm hardly there 5 minutes and they're hooking me up to an IV, taking x-rays, examining my insides, drawing blood from both arms, bleh!  Within 2 hours, I had been poked and prodded me in every which direction to figure out what was wrong. Let's just say - they left no stone unturned.  In the end, I was diagnosed with a uterine infection.  They gave me IV antibiotics and by the next day, I was feeling almost 100% better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been home for a few days now and am feeling much better.  I think we're starting to get into the swing of things with having 3 kids.   I don't know how we would have gotten through the past 2 weeks without our families.  They have been a tremendous help.  It's been weird to think about what an uncomplicated pregnancy I had, an "easy" birth, and such an easy going baby and then to have such a crazy couple weeks postpartum for me personally.  You just never know when things might come up.  We are so blessed to have such a loving family who comes together to help each other out in times of need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-2290588192275367269?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2290588192275367269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=2290588192275367269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2290588192275367269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2290588192275367269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hate-needles.html' title='I hate needles.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-1802741551110893408</id><published>2008-01-28T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:38:59.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9lbs 8oz later...</title><content type='html'>Yea! Little Amy Jo is finally here. 6 days over due, but well worth the wait! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/R6EvJWyV7eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eJShOjlUOi4/s1600-h/Andrews+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161458485725359586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/R6EvJWyV7eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eJShOjlUOi4/s200/Andrews+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday was like any other day for us. I still wasn't feeling anything prelabor like, so we went about our day as if nothing was going to happen. We did some work around the house, ran some errands, etc. We decided to go to Genghis Khan (Mongolian BBQ) one more time for dinner. It was the last meal I ate before Katie was born, so we secretly hoped it might do the trick for Amy as well. I was sure to make it plenty spicy. :) Still nothing. So, we went to bed around 9pm (yeah, we're old foggies). About 10, I woke up feeling some achiness in my back but rolled over thinking I was just uncomfortable. By 11, I couldn't sleep anymore. I still wasn't sure it was the real thing because it didn't feel like typical contractions at all. It was all in my back. I tried to wake Chris up, but he didn't seem interested in waking up until he heard me get in the shower. I guess that's been his warning sign with each birth. I figured taking a shower would make it stop if it wasn't the real thing. Chris quickly got up, scrambled to call everyone, get everything set up... and then the story kind of gets blurry for me from there because everything happened so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/R6HrNWyV7hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_GXwGnv1R-o/s1600-h/IMG_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161665262630858258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/R6HrNWyV7hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_GXwGnv1R-o/s200/IMG_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time everyone got here and Sharon checked me, I was 9 1/2 cm. At 1:49am on January 27, little Amy entered the world. 9lbs 8oz. In attendence was Chris (of course!), my Mom, Chris' Mom, my sister Cathy, Sharon, Hope, and Irene. I also found out the next morning that Chris' dad was in attendence as well. He was asleep in our guest room just in case he needed to take the kids. He had no idea the baby was even born when he woke up the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first few days have been better than anticpated as well. The kids have done great with her. Katie is so proud to tell everyone that it's her little sister. She wants to be right next to me when I feed her and is the first one there if the baby cries. Oh, and even better.. I &lt;em&gt;might &lt;/em&gt;just have my wish of having a kid with blue eyes. It's still a little early to say for certain, but they're looking more blue by the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise God for yet another amazing blessing in our lives! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-1802741551110893408?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1802741551110893408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=1802741551110893408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1802741551110893408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/1802741551110893408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/01/9lbs-8oz-later.html' title='9lbs 8oz later...'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/R6EvJWyV7eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eJShOjlUOi4/s72-c/Andrews+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-6040323665596412587</id><published>2008-01-24T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:38:30.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eviction notice served.</title><content type='html'>The eviction notice has been served, but apparently the baby didn't read it.  I'm a few days overdue now.  Not a huge deal, but not quite what I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Wendy came up to be here for the birth.  When we planned her visit, we figured being here Sunday - Thursday would be plenty of time to be here for the birth and some time with the baby.  But, here it Thursday and she is on her way to the airport to head back home.  She tried to be here for Micah's birth as well a few years back, but he waited until shortly after she left to make his debut.  I feel bad because I know it was tough for her to be here.  She has not been away from her son for that long ever and she has a lot of stuff going on with the school they run back in Naples.  It was great to spend time with her though.  We did a lot of catching up, she taught me quite a few cleaning tricks (she is the queen of clean), she successfully bruised my legs trying to use accupressure to get labor to start, and she and Chris enjoyed trying to make me wet my pants several times by making me laugh too much.  A full term pregnant woman, a cramped bladder, and laughter aren't always a good combination.  Good times!  Hopefully she enjoyed her visit as much as we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo... now I go back to waiting.  Hopefully the next post I have will have news of the baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-6040323665596412587?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6040323665596412587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=6040323665596412587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/6040323665596412587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/6040323665596412587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/01/eviction-notice-served.html' title='Eviction notice served.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-8775824532274223796</id><published>2008-01-14T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:39:58.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer service'/><title type='text'>Here I go again.</title><content type='html'>Here I go complaining about customer service again. I guess having been in that industry for my entire working career, it's hard for me to overlook crummy service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Chris and I got new cell phones a couple weeks ago. We didn't change providers, just exchanged our old phones for new phones. After several people had inquired about my lack of response to their text messages, I realized this weekend that my text messaging had not been working since we got the new phones. No big deal, just call Verizon and have them fix it, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Noooo&lt;/span&gt;. Chris spent 30 minutes on hold and talking to 2 different techs this morning as they went through several troubleshooting steps only to be told we needed to take it in to a store to have a technician look at it. We go to a store this afternoon and "sign in" using a kiosk to be queued up to see a technician. They only have one technician working, so it took almost 30 minutes for us to be called. At the counter, Chris explains the problem and the guy doesn't do much of anything. He just quickly writes a ticket saying he'd add it to a queue to have a technician look at it and we could come back after 8pm to find out the diagnosis. You can imagine our expression. We just waited in queue to wait in queue again? Huh? I quickly pipe up and let him know this is a brand new phone and it hasn't worked since I got it. He responds telling us we should go see one of the Customer Service Reps and just have them replace the phone because it would be quicker. Quicker. Right. So, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;readds&lt;/span&gt; us to the queue so we can be seen by someone else. 20 minutes later (while we watch 3 guys not helping anyone), we're called. We hardly finish telling him the story when he tells us he can't replace the phone if we don't have the box it came in. The box? Why would we have the box with us when we thought we were just trying to get text messaging fixed? After some "polite" discussion back and forth, he ended up replacing the phone. So, 4 people, 4 queues, and an hour and half later - I have the ability to text message again. Am I crazy in thinking this is a poor way of handling customer service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lighter news - we were watching some of the all time most popular viral videos tonight on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. Micah and Katie really got a kick out of the "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv5zWaTEVkI"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; go - Here it goes again&lt;/a&gt;" video. If you haven't seen it, it's well worth a watch. Not only is it hilarious, it's quite brilliantly done.  It's funny to watch two little kids enjoy it as much as us.  As soon as it was over, Katie piped up and said "Again, mommy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-8775824532274223796?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8775824532274223796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=8775824532274223796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8775824532274223796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8775824532274223796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I go again.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-4539662829520436471</id><published>2008-01-09T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:28:29.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not even noon yet!</title><content type='html'>This morning started off with a bang.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Literarlly&lt;/span&gt;.  We were sitting on the couch watching our normal episode of Curious George first thing this morning when suddenly, Katie threw up everywhere.  All over me, all over the couch, all over the floor.  Who knew that much stuff could come out of such a small belly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get cleaned up and it was pretty obvious it might be a rough morning.  So, I loaded the kids and dog up in the van to go for a ride.  I find that a quick drive can help with mornings like that.  By the time we got home, Katie was obviously very sleepy so I laid her down for a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah and I went in the back yard to attempt to finish raking the leaves (I hope we don't have another tick episode today!).  I got tired pretty quickly, so I sat down on the porch for a break.  Micah proceeded to setup his "firetruck", aka the grill.  He found a broken lattice from one of my plants which is now his "ladder" for the firetruck.  He was quick to inform me that this was a ladder firetruck, not a pumper truck.  He got a hat from his room to act as his fire helmet, got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;key chain&lt;/span&gt; to start the firetruck, and sat underneath the grill to drive it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 minutes of that, he was getting a little bored and asked if it would be okay if he put the leaves we raked in garbage bags.  I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I sat in my chair reading my email as he busily scooped leaves into bags.  He scooped over 3 full bags for almost an hour before I told him to take a break.  He didn't want to stop!  I had to convince him to stop by offering him some food.  His response?  "Sure mom, firemen have to stay strong!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-4539662829520436471?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4539662829520436471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=4539662829520436471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4539662829520436471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4539662829520436471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-not-even-noon-yet.html' title='It&apos;s not even noon yet!'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-4252631776656266350</id><published>2008-01-08T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T15:59:54.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 1 shirt left...</title><content type='html'>It's a good thing that I'm down to around 13 days left.  I have nothing left to wear.  Unless of course it's okay for me to show my belly everywhere I go.  I think the majority of the world would prefer I didn't do that.  I hate to buy any other clothes for such a short period of time.  It's too bad I can't just stay home for the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I performed my first "first aid" operation on one of my kids today.  Micah got a tick on his head.  What would we do without the internet and a father in law who is a pest control expert?  Between the two of them, I quickly figured out how to remove the tick and treat Micah's head.  Micah handled it very well, too.  He thought it was pretty cool, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, other news - cleaning help to the rescue!  With baby number 3 almost here, I've succombed to the &lt;em&gt;possibility&lt;/em&gt; that it might be a little much for me to keep up with the house cleaning for a few weeks.  My mom and sister were nice enough to give me a Christmas present of some extra cash to help pay for a service.  We met with some very nice ladies today who are going to start next week.  Needless to say, I'm pretty excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-4252631776656266350?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4252631776656266350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=4252631776656266350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4252631776656266350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4252631776656266350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/01/only-1-shirt-left.html' title='Only 1 shirt left...'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-8869783759101211881</id><published>2008-01-02T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:41:16.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Back to "normal".</title><content type='html'>The last 2 weeks have been a complete blur.  Today was the first day that things were mostly back to normal.  Chris went to work.  I got up with the kids and watched our typical Curious George episode.  We did our normal errands.  Had a quiet afternoon at home.  It was quite refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 37 week checkup today.  Only 2 1/2 weeks to go!  As I left my appointment, I had a moment of overwhelming thankfulness for my situation with my births.  Because of a birth class that Chris and I half heartedly took because our friends recommended it when we were pregnant with Micah 4 years ago, we crossed paths with one of the most incredible women I've ever known.  Sharon has been my midwife for each of my births.  We've grown to be good friends and I can't imagine going through a pregnancy and birth without having her by my side.  She is more than just a care provider to me; she is like a sister.  Between her, Irene, Kristin (Sharon's assistant and now good friend of mine), our Moms, and of course, Chris, I have the most incredible group of people present at the births of our kids.  And to top it all off, we get to do it all in the comfort of our own home.  I couldn't ask for anything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it's supposed to be 14 degrees tonight.  In Florida?  That's crazy.  Maybe I'll actually get to sleep with some covers on tonight.  I've been so hot at night that a little cool weather would be welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-8869783759101211881?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8869783759101211881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=8869783759101211881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8869783759101211881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8869783759101211881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to &quot;normal&quot;.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-6088807497711619907</id><published>2007-12-27T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:44:43.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>Talk about a whirlwind week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to spend some great time with family and friends for Christmas. Chris' brother came to town for the whole week, our friends Jerel and Heather (and their 3 kids) came to stay with us for a few days, we got to visit with our good friend Josh for most of the day Monday, and I got to see my two childhood best buds, Steph and Monica, on Wednesday afternoon. We also had the honor of hosting Christmas Eve dinner for my family at our house for the first time. It was a lot of fun! As tradition has it, we spent most of Christmas day at Chris' parents house with 20+ people coming and going throughout the day. I heard it was a lot of fun -- I missed a good chunk of it because I spent most of the day sleeping! I was so exhausted from the weekend and Christmas Eve that I ended up taking 2 different 2 hour naps throughout the course of the day. I think I forget I'm 8 months pregnant sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah and Katie had a blast. Particularly, Micah. He hasn't quit talking about how Santa brought him a Monster Truck for Christmas. Although, I think his favorite present is the cash register. He has rung up every thing in the entire house. Katie seemed to enjoy eating more than the gifts. She ate soooo much food throughout the course of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The busy week isn't over yet, either. Tonight we are preparing for Chris and Micah to go camping tomorrow. Chris and his brother are being brave enough to take Micah and Logan (Micah's cousin) camping for the first time. Let's just say, I'm glad it's them and not me! We also have 3 birthday's to celebrate this weekend - Chris' mom, his neice, and his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm now almost 37 weeks pregnant. I'm bracing for the inevitable, but I'm mostly just trying to enjoy these last few weeks as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for those who are interested.. I finally got that Media Center PC working.  I have no idea how, but it's been running stable and working like a champ for almost a week now.  For those of you who haven't made the switch to Vista yet, the best advice I can give is - wait!  Hopefully things will be better with their first Service Pack release.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-6088807497711619907?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6088807497711619907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=6088807497711619907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/6088807497711619907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/6088807497711619907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/12/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-4564175611324338458</id><published>2007-12-19T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T10:00:16.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Some girls like diamonds...</title><content type='html'>A lot of girls like things like jewlery or flowers as a present from a man. I guess I'm not your typical girl, though. How many wives would get excited over receiving a mac'd out new PC for Christmas? Chris totally surprised me with a sweet new Media Center PC - AMD Athlon X2 Dual Core, 4 Gigs of RAM, a super nice Gigabyte motherboard, 2 TV Tuner Cards with HD and Analog, Windows Vista Ultimate, a super nice Media Center case, etc etc. Of course, neither one of us could wait to get the kids to bed to put it all together. We worked on it for a couple nights getting it built and software installed. We had a few bumps along the way, but we could deal. But, here we are almost 2 weeks later... and we're super frustrated. I can't find any central cause of all of our problems other than Vista. The PC locks up all the time, it has a hard time communicating with our WD MyBook, it won't recognize all 4 gigs of RAM (a known Vista issue), we can't get both tuner cards working.. argh! I think we're both ready to throw this thing out the window.  Maybe it would be a lot easier for me to just be a typical girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-4564175611324338458?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4564175611324338458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=4564175611324338458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4564175611324338458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4564175611324338458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-girls-like-diamonds.html' title='Some girls like diamonds...'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-4202573167655482522</id><published>2007-12-13T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:24:29.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><title type='text'>Bleh.</title><content type='html'>That's how I've felt all week.  I've got a cold and have mostly lost my voice.  And there's nothing like having a cold, having two kids who are sick as well, and being 8 months pregnant.   At least the kids have been able to take medicine to help them get through it.  Me, I'm pretty much just stuck with warm salt water to gargle with.  Chris has been quite the hero though.  Tuesday and Wednesday he let me lay down for a quick nap (I asked for 20 minutes, he let me sleep for over 2 hours both times).  He watched the kids and cooked dinner with no complaints.  Talk about an amazing husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't have much to write about this week.  I've been so out of it that I don't even know what has happened this week.  The only slightly amusing commentary I can give is an incident that happened tonight.  We went to Target to buy a humidifier (to help with the colds).  It was super busy in there.  While were checking out, Micah walked over to look at the candy rack.  When he turned around, he didn't see us and began to panic.  In a tear jerked voice, he was calling my name and frantically looking around.  I grabbed him immediately as he began to cry.  It definitely gave him a good scare.  As I'm consoling him, Katie leans over the cart handle and says "Sowwy, Micah.  Sowwy, Micah.  It's okay, Micah."  I wanted to laugh, but I figured Micah wouldn't have appreciated that.  Katie is turning into quite the nurturing little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-4202573167655482522?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4202573167655482522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=4202573167655482522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4202573167655482522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4202573167655482522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/12/bleh.html' title='Bleh.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-5651815277980606983</id><published>2007-12-08T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:20:26.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>I don't know what I'd do without you.</title><content type='html'>Before I had kids, I was fairly focused on my career.  I was a manager in IT with a promising future in the corporate world.  But, when I was pregnant with Katie, after much discussion with Chris, I decided to step down in order to be able to be home with the kids.  My company was generous enough to offer me a part time position doing the more technical stuff that I love to do.  Almost 2 years later, I am so thankful to be in this situation.  I get to be home with the kids as they grow up.  I get to do continue to challenge my brain a couple days a week doing work I love.  And when I'm at work, we have the incredible blessing of having one of the best families in the world (in our humble opinion) keep the kids.  They love it over there.  What more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was a little surprised on Friday at a train of thought I had.  My boss had called a special meeting of her direct reports to share an offer that was made to her to go to another department.  The question came up of who would take her position.  She wasn't certain so it was purely speculation, but she threw out the possibility that maybe one of the two guys who replaced me when I stepped down might be promoted.  I will readily admit, it's been tough to watch other people do my former job over the past couple years.  The Lord has really been using this time to chip away at pride issues I didn't even know I had.  As of recent, I thought I had mostly overcome this issue.  But, as I have learned over the years, sometimes sin can sneakily hide itself tricking you into thinking it's no longer issue.  And then burst forth when you least expect it.  When I heard the possibility that one of them might have been promoted, my brain immediately raced to the basic idea that "Hey, that should have been my promotion!"  As soon as I became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;concious&lt;/span&gt; of the thought, I quickly tried to erase it.  Especially because it shouldn't have even been there in the first place.  My boss had already said prior to that comment that she wasn't going to take the position.  So, nothing was changing anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I had this disgusting thought it in the first place consumed a lot of the rest of my day.  Why in the world would I want that promotion anyway?  I love being with my kids!  I love doing the work I do now.  There was really no other answer other than pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, we were sitting in the car at a stop light and it was surprisingly quiet in the car (that doesn't happen often with two kids).  Out of no where, Micah suddenly says "Mom,  I don't know what I'd without you."  Wow.  I couldn't help but tear up.  It was exactly what I needed to hear to bring me back to reality.  It took hearing those precious words from my 3 year old  to remind me that I'm doing exactly what God wants me to be doing right now.  Those guys can have my job, my old desk, my promotion, whatever.  I'll take being with my kids over that any day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-5651815277980606983?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5651815277980606983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=5651815277980606983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5651815277980606983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5651815277980606983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-know-what-id-do-without-you.html' title='I don&apos;t know what I&apos;d do without you.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-9022149653057090800</id><published>2007-12-02T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:06:06.767-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>7 hours later...</title><content type='html'>...we stood in line to checkout.  That's right.  We spent 7 hours in one store.  Not just any store, though - the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; in Orlando!  For those of you that know us, you know that we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; fans.  Needless to say, we were pretty excited when we found out that a store would be opening in our state.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite the day.  We started the day at 5:15am and headed out to go pick up our friend Josh.  We were also supposed to meet some of our other friends there, but they arrived a little later than we did and the store was so packed that we never crossed paths.  On the way down, I also got a  surprise phone call from one of my best friends and former college roommates, LB. We hadn't seen each other in close to two years, so when she said she had found out we were coming to Orlando and wanted to meet us at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;, it was just icing on the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, we topped the already wonderful day off by eating some great pizza at a place called Satchel's in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gainesville&lt;/span&gt;.  Josh had raved about this place for sometime, so it was fun to get to try it out.  I have to admit, that was probably some of the best deep dish pizza I've ever had.  But, Chris would disagree with me.  He didn't like it so much.  We'll just have to agree to disagree on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week we'll be spending our spare time trying to put all the stuff together that we bought at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;.  We also need to get the Christmas tree, wrap presents, work on our Christmas cards, and finish putting the lights on the house.  If anyone is bored, feel free to come help!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-9022149653057090800?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9022149653057090800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=9022149653057090800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/9022149653057090800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/9022149653057090800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/12/7-hours-later.html' title='7 hours later...'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-8745796260250328941</id><published>2007-11-28T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:50:01.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><content type='html'>The end of this pregnancy has definitely been more uncomfortable and exhausting than my other two. It could have something to do with having to chase two kids while being pregnant. Just a guess. For me, weeks 15-30 are generally great. I feel great, have energy, don't feel sick, I'm not sore, etc. But, I think if I felt that way the whole time though, I'd neer want to give birth! So, in a wierd sort of way, I'm thankful I feel this crummy. It just means the time is drawing near. My denial is ending - I'm feeling more ready to accept the inevitable labor and birth process ahead. And more importantly, I'm looking forward to meeting the newest addition to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard some great news yesterday - one of my best friends from childhood is expecting her first child! I'm thrilled to death for her and I know she will be an awesome mom. When she told me, it dawned on me that we have known each other for almost 25 years. And even though I have 3 kids already, it just doesn't seem like we're possibly old enough to be having kids of our own. From the day we met in kindergarten, I still have tons of memories of the experiences we shared together. Like standing at the end of her dock in the freezing cold to pour Magic Shell chocolate in our mouths and let it solidify, spying on the boy next door to her house, our rollerblading club, playing soccer together for 10 +/- years, and the list goes on. It just doesn't seem like it was that long ago.  I guess we're growing up.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-8745796260250328941?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8745796260250328941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=8745796260250328941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8745796260250328941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8745796260250328941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/11/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-3520954353200005668</id><published>2007-11-21T20:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:38:22.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Micah has officially hit the "why" stage. In the 1 hour time span of he and I cooking a single &lt;span id="google-navclient-hilite" style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: fuchsia"&gt;dessert&lt;/span&gt; today, I counted 72 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;why's&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm sure I missed a few. Here are just a few examples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Why are you not using the whole stick of butter?" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Mom, why is that called vanilla?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After attempting to lick his fingers after getting egg all over them as I quickly yell "NO!" "But why mommy?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After sticking his finger in unsweetened cocoa powder, putting it in his mouth and nearly gagging, "MOM! Why do you put that yucky stuff in there?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After dumping M&amp;amp;M's on the ground for Abbey to eat as I attempt to frantically clean them up and at the same time calmly explain that chocolate will kill a dog, "Why? Is it okay for me to eat chocolate?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talk about exhausting. That doesn't even scratch the surface of all the questions he asked. I can appreciate the need for a child this age to ask these questions as part of development, but when you're in the midst of it, it's hard to not lose patience. Needless to say, we finished up that one &lt;span id="google-navclient-hilite" style="COLOR: black; BACKGROUND-COLOR: fuchsia"&gt;dessert&lt;/span&gt;, I put him down for his nap and rushed to finish the other food before he woke up so I could avoid another 150 question why game. I should have figured he'd wake up and say "Why did you cook without me, mom?" :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end of the day though, I always find myself reflecting that it's actually really funny and sweet to hear him asking these questions. I find a lot of his questions end up getting so far down the "why" tree that it often times leads to conversations about God and how much He loves us. When Micah prays at night now, it's hard for me not to tear up when I hear him say "God, thank you for the trees. Thank you for the sunshine. Thank you for the ducks. Thank you for mommy. Thank you for daddy. Thank you for Katie. Thank you for Abbey. Thank you for trains. Amen."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So all that to say, I suppose I can put up with this stage. I at least need to get used to it since Katie isn't far behind. When I put him to bed tonight, I told him thanks so much for helping me cook today. It was hard to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;contain&lt;/span&gt; my laughter when he responded, "No problem, Mom. Anytime."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-3520954353200005668?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3520954353200005668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=3520954353200005668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/3520954353200005668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/3520954353200005668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-3302612609538355079</id><published>2007-11-20T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:29:07.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>What a great time of year!</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is just two days away and I am so excited! Micah and I sat down today to decide what we are going to cook and we went on a grocery shopping date tonight to get all the stuff.  He is really into cooking lately.  So much so that he wants to make scrambled eggs about every 5 minutes throughout the day. :)  We decided we're going to make some of my infamous Strawberry-Kiwi Angel Food Cake dessert (Chris would be upset if we didn't make that), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Macaroni&lt;/span&gt; and Cheese, Fruit Salad, M&amp;amp;M Brownies, bread rolls, and of course, sweet tea.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris' family has a tradition of the whole extended family getting together Thanksgiving day. There are usually 75-100 people there. We're having it at his cousin's house out in the country, so there's lots of land for fun stuff.  A bouncy house, horse rides, golf cart rides, horse shoes, our tradition of all the women looking through the sales ads for Friday shopping, and of course - TONS of food. That family sure can cook. We then come home for quick naps for the kids and then we head out to my sister's house for Thanksgiving dinner.  Again, some great food - my mom's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt; cheddar cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;casserole&lt;/span&gt; is always a must have.  A full day of visiting with family, having fun, and lots of great food.  It doesn't get much better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One small problem - I've pledged to bring homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;macaroni&lt;/span&gt; and cheese to both family events.  But, when Micah and I went shopping tonight, we found that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;macaroni&lt;/span&gt; pasta was completely sold out.  Even the generic brands.  So, we'll be on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;macaroni&lt;/span&gt; mission tomorrow for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-3302612609538355079?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3302612609538355079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=3302612609538355079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/3302612609538355079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/3302612609538355079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-great-time-of-year.html' title='What a great time of year!'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-5176121173180466245</id><published>2007-11-18T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:11:59.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Nesting?</title><content type='html'>One of the common signs of the end of a pregnancy for many women is the "nesting" urge.  Probably much to the disappointment of Chris, I haven't really had this urge with either of my two kids.  I've just had my typical responses to any upcoming event of just feeling like I need to get a lot of different things done.  Chris has grown accustomed to my "project list before the baby comes" that I give him during the first 8 weeks of pregnancy.  But, those are mostly things for &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; to do, not me.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this time might be different, though.  I'm not sure what to make of it yet, but I've begun feeling a little overwhelmed with a spring cleaning urge.  Last week, I found myself on my hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor, bleaching the toilets, washing cloths that weren't even dirty, wiping down walls, sorting all of the kids clothing, cleaning out the filing cabinet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shredding&lt;/span&gt; papers.  ..and that was just in one day.  Today I have been searching the entire house for any possible thing we can throw away and was caught on camera by Chris doing touch up painting on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt; in our living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is this nesting?  The problem is that I still have 9 weeks left!  I'm going to be exhausted if I keep this up for 62 more days.  Or, maybe I'm just being affected by this episode of Oprah Chris recorded last week on the topic of hoarding.  I'm not an Oprah fan at all (in fact, I'm anything but a fan -- I usually hate that show), but I do have to admit.. if watching that episode doesn't make you want to clean your house and throw a bunch of stuff a way, nothing will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-5176121173180466245?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5176121173180466245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=5176121173180466245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5176121173180466245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5176121173180466245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/11/nesting.html' title='Nesting?'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-2802097296233371101</id><published>2007-11-09T06:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T12:59:34.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childbirth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doula'/><title type='text'>The Business of Being Born.</title><content type='html'>Last night I got to attend a screening of a new documentary film produced by Ricki Lake called "The Business of Being Born".  The film was about the state of maternity care in the United States with the assertion that it's basically in a state of crisis. Did you know that the current C-Section rate in the US is 33%? That the time of day most C-Sections are performed are statistically 4pm and 10pm? Or that the U.S. has the 2nd highest newborn death rate in the developed world? All of this begs the question... Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People forget that hospitals are generally meant to treat illness and that pregnancy and childbirth is not an illness. Don't get me wrong - there are definitely times when a labor will have complications that need to be addressed in a hospital setting. But, on a healthy, normal pregnancy, the percentages of interventions are way out of whack in our country. I've been to a lot of births and the snowball effect of augumentation drugs like pitocin is an all too often occurrance. In a lot of cases, people make decisions about the birth of their child on less information than they would have when they purchase a vehicle. I'm hopeful that this documentary will help encourage moms and dads to find out more information when it comes to the choices they will be presented with in childbirth and that it might open some eyes to a multitude of issues in maternity care in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film wasn't perfect by any means, but overall it was well done and I believe well intentioned. I've seen a lot of birth videos and I'm excited about this one because it's one of the first main stream films to be produced by someone already in Hollywood and to be shown in public theaters. It is scheduled to be release in January and will be available on Netflix shortly thereafter. Until then, check out this trailer on The Business of Being Born website - &lt;a href="http://thebusinessofbeingborn.com/trailer.htm"&gt;http://thebusinessofbeingborn.com/trailer.htm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-2802097296233371101?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2802097296233371101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=2802097296233371101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2802097296233371101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2802097296233371101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/11/business-of-being-born.html' title='The Business of Being Born.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-5796006195791006434</id><published>2007-11-07T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:16:46.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Churrascaria.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Chris' birthday! If you don't already know us, you'll find that one of our favorite things to do is eat. So, it was only natural that I plan a week full of good eating for him. I was super excited because I planned a babysitter for two nights this week. We don't get to go out by ourselves much anymore, so I figured two nights in one week would be a real treat (along with the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; he very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;subtley &lt;/span&gt;requested).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another widely known fact about us is that we are very much creatures of habit.  We generally eat at a few select places.  Some of them an awful lot.  But, on a whim... We decided to try something different last night.  Everyone is going to think I'm a unsatisfiable patron or something. My past 2 posts have been about bad customer service experiences, and here I go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago, we were on vacation in Dallas, TX and tried a Texas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Brazil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Churrascaria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;.  It was absolutely incredible.  How often do you get to sit at a table while people come around and slice off pieces of perfectly cooked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;filet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mignon&lt;/span&gt;, lamb, pork, etc.  And they had the most incredible salad bar -- and I don't even eat salad!  We recently found out about another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Churrascaria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; in our area, so we decided to give it a go last night.  $40 a plate later, we were very disappointed.  It's a locally owned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; and it was no where near the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;caliber&lt;/span&gt; of Texas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Brazil.  All the meats we received were extremely rare.  Not a huge deal if you like rare cooked red meat.  But, when even the bacon wrapped turkey is cold and uncooked in the middle, that's a little too rare.  There were no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;vegetable&lt;/span&gt; side dishes, only rice and mashed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt;.  We had to wait forever for people to come to our table to bring us meats and it seemed they were running very short on most of the selections.  In the end, it probably would have been a decent meal for $15 a plate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.. at least Friday night we'll go back to one of our tried and true favorites - The Melting Pot.  Melted cheese, melted chocolate and cheesecake... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-5796006195791006434?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5796006195791006434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=5796006195791006434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5796006195791006434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/5796006195791006434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/11/churrascaria.html' title='Churrascaria.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-4488647044106276237</id><published>2007-11-05T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:41:46.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car dealerships stink.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm sure not all of them stink.  But, the one we bought our Honda Odyssey from does.  Or, at least the Service Department does.  We bought our Odyssey about 4 months ago.  The day after we bought it, we noticed one of the snaps on one of the floor mats had fallen off.  We figured it was no big deal; we'd just call the dealership and have them replace it.  I'm proud to say that 4 months later, 5 hours worth of sitting in the waiting room with 2 kids, and at least 30 minutes on the phone, we finally have a fixed floor mat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reported the missing snap the week we bought the van.  They said they'd order the mat.  After a couple months of not hearing anything, I called in to check on the status.  The guy told me that they would have received it and sent it back by now because it had been so long.  I told him there must be a glitch in their process since I was never notified before they decided to send it back.  Duh.  So, he said he'd have the mat overnighted and ready for me the next day.  I made an oil change appointment and showed up bright and early.  Surprise!  No floor mat.  They're on back order with no ETA.  I then have to wait over 3 hours for a silly oil change.  The kids were okay for the first hour.  By the second, my pregnant self is exhausted and the kids are ansi and tired.  They finally finish after 3 1/2 hours and, oops, they forgot to wash the van.  The kids were about to melt down, so I just left.  The service advisor then has the nerve to call Chris and ask him if we were satisified with our experience.  My charming, gentle husband proceeded to give him an earful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the guy calls Chris again and said they were finally able to get our mat in.  Chris said, "Great, when can we come pick it up?"  Not that easy.  The guy tells Chris we'd have to make an appointment.  "To get a floor mat??"  You can imagine Chris' surprise.  He was nice enough to promise Chris it would only take 45 minutes.  Yeah, 45 minutes to get a silly floor mat installed.  I show up today thinking the guy had to be off his rocker.  I expected maybe all of 5 minutes.  Wrong again.  An hour and a half later, I have a new floor mat and they've washed the van.  The kids are loosing it and the guy has the nerve to ask me, "So, have we successfully changed your mind about our service?" with a big grin on his face like he had worked a service miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we'll be finding another dealership to go to for future service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-4488647044106276237?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4488647044106276237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=4488647044106276237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4488647044106276237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4488647044106276237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/11/car-dealerships-stink.html' title='Car dealerships stink.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-2275360834302331278</id><published>2007-10-31T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:44:04.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chirs'/><title type='text'>Gotta love technology.</title><content type='html'>It's been several days since I've posted. Not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't. Our DSL has been on the blink since last Wednesday. Chris and I being the techies that we are&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/RypxyERklkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8k4m96SGLBc/s1600-h/IMG_1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128036230669571650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/RypxyERklkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8k4m96SGLBc/s200/IMG_1875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; were able to narrow the problem down to the line pretty quickly. But, that means nothing when you call the phone company. It's so hard for me to sit calmly while they ask me silly questions like "Have you rebooted your computer?" 2 hours on the phone later, I was able to convince them to send someone to the house. In the end, they had to replace the phone box outside of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before they came out, Chris decided to make some new network cables to clean up all of the wiring in our entertainment center and make it a little easier on the phone guy. Micah had his first lesson in splicing cables. Gotta tech 'em young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Halloween was a lot of fun last night. Micah was a "motorcycle man" (that's what he calls it) and Katie was a horse. They had a blast walking the neighborhood with all their friends. We live in the best neighborhood ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-2275360834302331278?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2275360834302331278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=2275360834302331278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2275360834302331278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/2275360834302331278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/10/gotta-love-technology.html' title='Gotta love technology.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-fTUxB3bMM/RypxyERklkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8k4m96SGLBc/s72-c/IMG_1875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-8175680440561643712</id><published>2007-10-25T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:43:46.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><title type='text'>Birth Order?</title><content type='html'>I think I've been in denial about this for sometime, but I'm finally starting to come to grips with it. My kids are different. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day he was born, Micah has always been out to please. He usually only needs to be told once not to do something. When he was 15 months old, we moved him to a big boy bed and told him not to get out of his it on his own. To this day, he won't get out of his bed in the morning unless Chris or myself comes to get him. We told him a few weeks ago that he is old enough now to get out of his bed on his own in the mornings, but he is still very hesitant to do that. He is always telling Katie, "Katie, don't do that. Mommy and daddy wouldn't like that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie.. well, she's not Micah. I was finding myself getting frustrated at times because I might have to tell her 20 times not to do something. And just when I think she has accepted the "no", I turn around and she does it again. Why? They're kids from the same parents with the same discipline. Don't get me wrong, Katie is a great kid in lots of ways. She's funny, loving, super smart. She's just a little more stubborn. Hmm.. maybe a little like me, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone at my work today recommended a book called "Birth Order". She suggested that Micah and Katie are the way they are because of the order in which they were born. She said I should hurry up and read it so I can see what kid #3 is going to be like.  I'm not sure kids can be pegged into holes like that, but I will probably pick up the book to see what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I think it has more to do with the fact that God blessed these two kids with different personalities. I think I just needed to be reminded of the verse that I've spent countless nights reading as I nursed them. It's painted on the wall in the baby room: "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made."  Psalm 139:13-14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-8175680440561643712?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8175680440561643712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=8175680440561643712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8175680440561643712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/8175680440561643712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/10/birth-order.html' title='Birth Order?'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-4954846604644133633</id><published>2007-10-22T12:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:25:24.943-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><title type='text'>It sure is quiet around here.</title><content type='html'>So, Micah is officially sick. He lost his voice this weekend and began complaining of a soar throat yesterday. I took him to his pediatrician today and it was determined that he has croup. He tried to talk a little yesterday, but after he realized it was a lot of work, he basically just kept to himself today. When he needed something, he whispered to me. That made for a very quiet house today. At night it's even worse - it sounds like a barking seal when he coughs. I had heard other parents talk about the croup cough, but I guess I wasn't prepared for what it would actually sound like. It's a horrible noise and to hear it come from your own kid is just heart breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, though.. this means we get good food! Tonight Chris' dad made us some chicken and dumplings. Mmmm. That's some good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-4954846604644133633?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4954846604644133633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=4954846604644133633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4954846604644133633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4954846604644133633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-sure-is-quiet-around-here.html' title='It sure is quiet around here.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-4173733341048532277</id><published>2007-10-20T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:51:35.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><title type='text'>Do they do that on purpose..?</title><content type='html'>How do kids know when it's Saturday? The one day of the week when mommy and daddy can sleep in a little. We're not asking a lot - just to sleep until 7am. We were optomistic that Micah and Katie might let us do it today because every day this week they have slept until 7:30 or 8. So, we were hopeful that if we didn't hint around that today would be Saturday, they might do the same this morning. But, noooo. Not today. Today Katie decided to wake up at 5:45am. And since they are sleeping in the same room now, Micah woke up even though he wasn't ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, once we got past that ordeal... it was a pretty good day. We did a bunch of work around the house. Micah loves helping his Daddy when he's doing projects, especially the part where he gets to bring Chris some Gatorade. Since he's not allowed to drink it regularly, he usually sneaks a gulp or two as he's taking it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to visit with my childhood best friend, Steph. She was in town today helping her parents set up for a big neighborhood party they're having next weekend. Micah was not surprisingly a little scared of all the Halloween decorations. Skeletons and ghosts are over the top for him. And Katie, being Micah's complete opposite in almost every way, thought they were "cute" (her words, not mine). It's funny to watch how different their personalities are. I can't imagine where our next kid will fall in the personailty spectrum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-4173733341048532277?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4173733341048532277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=4173733341048532277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4173733341048532277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/4173733341048532277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-they-do-that-on-purpose.html' title='Do they do that on purpose..?'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-9027123619660176920</id><published>2007-10-18T20:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:43:16.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Whirlwind day.</title><content type='html'>Today was a workday for me, but it was a super busy day so it went by in a blink.  You would think having to go from staying home with kids all day to a workplace environment would take quite a bit of effort to get my brain to shift into a different gear.  Nope.  In a lot of ways, I think my kids are more logical and mature than some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;silliness&lt;/span&gt; I experience at work.  Don't get me wrong, I love what I do in my job.  It's the people that present the challenges.  Ever watch the show "The Office"?  It's pretty much like that, but 10x funnier.  You've got the Dwight's - the ones you have an Outlook rule setup to just send their e-mails straight to the Deleted Items.  Fortunately, I've got several Jim's in my inner circle.  We can at least laugh at the stuff that goes on together.  I spent most of the day with two of my Jim's - Jennifer and Bill - solving some issues and laughing at some of the silliness that transpired today in other areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.. At least tomorrow promises to be a little less silly.  I'll be home with my kiddos.  Although, apparently they seem to think I'm the silly one around here.  Micah spent most of dinner tonight telling me "Mom, you're a silly dog."   I asked him where the bananas were so I could give one to Katie.  He said, "I see the banana, mom."  I said, "Where???".  He pointed at me and chuckled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do they learn this stuff?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-9027123619660176920?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9027123619660176920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=9027123619660176920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/9027123619660176920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/9027123619660176920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/10/whirlwind-day.html' title='Whirlwind day.'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440025926388670904.post-3459752870138436368</id><published>2007-10-17T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:15:48.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro to a Boring Mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, this is my first attempt at a blog of my own... My husband has been good enough to setup a blog that gives updates on our family happenings - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chrisandjudy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://chrisandjudy.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. But, I wanted to setup a blog of my own where I can share the daily antics of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;household&lt;/span&gt;. If there is one thing my kids have taught me it's that there is never a dull day when they're around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief summary of who I am: I am 28 years old and have been married to my wonderful husband for 8 years. We were literally childhood sweethearts - we started dating when we were 13. We have two kids, Micah (age 3) and Katie (18 months) a third on the way (due in mid January), and a 5 year old Golden Retreiver. I guess some people call a typical American family and others call us crazy. I suppose we're somewhere in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could probably say I have a variety of duties throughout the week... First and foremost, I am a stay at home mom for most of the week. This is by far my favorite job! I also have a 2 day a week job in IT as a computer programmer and technical lead -- a truly awesome job! And when I'm not doing all that... I am a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dona.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DONA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; certified D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oula&lt;/span&gt; where I have the privilege of attending to mom's during labor and childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes... Check back soon to see the world through the eyes of a stay at home mom/computer geek/childbirth junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440025926388670904-3459752870138436368?l=mommystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3459752870138436368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4440025926388670904&amp;postID=3459752870138436368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/3459752870138436368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440025926388670904/posts/default/3459752870138436368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommystory.blogspot.com/2007/10/intro-to-boring-mom.html' title='Intro to a Boring Mom...'/><author><name>Judy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04247808821949092046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0-55n3lMc/TaZWW2sgsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EhuCMknLA2A/s220/27189_1379122911423_1032419023_1135385_2214809_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
