<?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-1018758625818023759</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:39:36.561-05:00</updated><category term='baseball'/><category term='Guys'/><category term='Wordless'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='Tantrum'/><category term='Toys'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='Star Wars'/><category term='Baby Girl'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Flashback'/><category term='Monday'/><title type='text'>Two Boys and a Baby Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Adventures of a SAHM</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>479</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-1544874450331279190</id><published>2011-02-03T23:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:14:07.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TUt8vUIow6I/AAAAAAAACco/8-5UT56OiSk/s1600/coke-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TUt8vUIow6I/AAAAAAAACco/8-5UT56OiSk/s400/coke-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569682516474381218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sick and tired of this cold weather in Atlanta.  I know there are worse weather problems in the country now but I am cold.  Last weekend was such a teaser at 60 degrees (and I was still cold).  I need a day of 74 please.  Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-1544874450331279190?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1544874450331279190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=1544874450331279190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1544874450331279190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1544874450331279190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2011/02/giving-notice.html' title='Giving Notice'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TUt8vUIow6I/AAAAAAAACco/8-5UT56OiSk/s72-c/coke-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8089445300693390835</id><published>2010-10-08T21:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:57:53.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl Turns 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TK_LNZudZXI/AAAAAAAACcM/XUBTWqRXbnQ/s1600/for+betty-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TK_LNZudZXI/AAAAAAAACcM/XUBTWqRXbnQ/s400/for+betty-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525858698911376754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just an update to show how big my girl is getting.  She is talking and throwing her attitude around pretty good these days.  Third Child = I bought her an ice cream today to stop a tantrum (it worked).  She said "if I don't eat it it melts on the floor and if I get sick I frow it up on the floor."  I like the way she thinks.  She also asked me if I like chocolate or "villa".  We were at the "Chick-a-ful-a" in case you were wondering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TK_LNDHZ6EI/AAAAAAAACcE/dAZF0y8zVWU/s1600/kms-1-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TK_KjjteSNI/AAAAAAAACb8/rWBpq8Ji6rE/s1600/kateme+web+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TK_KjjteSNI/AAAAAAAACb8/rWBpq8Ji6rE/s400/kateme+web+kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525857980037089490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8089445300693390835?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8089445300693390835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8089445300693390835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8089445300693390835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8089445300693390835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-girl-turns-3.html' title='Baby Girl Turns 3'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TK_LNZudZXI/AAAAAAAACcM/XUBTWqRXbnQ/s72-c/for+betty-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-82621783439653954</id><published>2010-07-28T16:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:53:51.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TFCYb-br0xI/AAAAAAAACbs/w-EXcsvieUI/s1600/websized+kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TFCYb-br0xI/AAAAAAAACbs/w-EXcsvieUI/s400/websized+kate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499062751402382098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here.  Making it through the end of summer which will officially end in two weeks when the kids go back to school.  Not looking forward to their homework but can't wait for a routine with them.  I think.  The early mornings will not be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-82621783439653954?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/82621783439653954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=82621783439653954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/82621783439653954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/82621783439653954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TFCYb-br0xI/AAAAAAAACbs/w-EXcsvieUI/s72-c/websized+kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-4605957502998082957</id><published>2010-04-29T14:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T14:20:23.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S9nLqhMy_LI/AAAAAAAACbk/UMDnMl9m-ms/s1600/pendant"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S9nLqhMy_LI/AAAAAAAACbk/UMDnMl9m-ms/s400/pendant" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465623554117794994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lighting Inspiration that is.  Nothing that will make you move away from the computer, unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin just reminded me on Facebook that I actually have a blog!  I love her for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't easily find a picture I wanted to post until I came to this.  It is what I want for my kitchen but totally doesn't go.  The good news is that it is only half the price of the kitchen sink I want.  The bad news is it is half the price of the kitchen sink I want.  I put my island pendant light obsession off for about 5 weeks and now I am back at it.  I can NOT find what I want (that looks decent and doesn't cost a fortune).    I took the light down that I had and have nothing at the moment.  I actually like having nothing (not so much the gaping hole in the ceiling).  You would have to see how ugly the other light was to appreciate that.  Are there pretty insignificant things in your home that just BUG you?  For my husband it is our kitchen sink.  I have heard him talk about how awful it is for 10 years.  It was the light fixture over my island for me.  I can breathe easier now that it is in Salvation Army Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately feel bad after writing something like this when there are such bigger problems in the world and in my own community.  This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; doesn't stress me out as much as the other stuff so it is where I tend to focus too much attention.  Ignorance is bliss?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-4605957502998082957?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4605957502998082957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=4605957502998082957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4605957502998082957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4605957502998082957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/04/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S9nLqhMy_LI/AAAAAAAACbk/UMDnMl9m-ms/s72-c/pendant' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8755231471437774031</id><published>2010-04-17T22:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:49:00.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not about my kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S8E5LgblVuI/AAAAAAAACbU/dwu6OXX6oHI/s1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S8E5LgblVuI/AAAAAAAACbU/dwu6OXX6oHI/s400/house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458707093196723938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is actually the hubs.  Can you tell he is 2 stories in the air?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8755231471437774031?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8755231471437774031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8755231471437774031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8755231471437774031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8755231471437774031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-about-my-kids.html' title='Not about my kids'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S8E5LgblVuI/AAAAAAAACbU/dwu6OXX6oHI/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-1512540070064686142</id><published>2010-04-10T22:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:01:40.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO, I NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S8E5yISaaxI/AAAAAAAACbc/8dFAThKzjuw/s1600/blogmykids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S8E5yISaaxI/AAAAAAAACbc/8dFAThKzjuw/s400/blogmykids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458707756730706706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a very bad blogger.  Part of my charm.  Here is the 16x20 gallery wrap canvas I just ordered of my kids.  I have titled it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the KING OF THE WORLD, I don't care who you think you're the king of, and I know you are the king but just pay attention to me, dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 1,645 shots I took of my kids on this particular morning, this might be the only one that the princess did not scream "NO, I NOT!" with every reasonable request.    So, I must blow it up on the wall just for that reason alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;, we have come so far.  &lt;a href="http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-years-old.html"&gt;Just look where we were 2.5 years ago&lt;/a&gt; when she wasn't able to say "NO, I NOT" (although she must have been thinking it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-1512540070064686142?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1512540070064686142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=1512540070064686142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1512540070064686142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1512540070064686142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-i-not.html' title='NO, I NOT!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S8E5yISaaxI/AAAAAAAACbc/8dFAThKzjuw/s72-c/blogmykids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-1927539984801370604</id><published>2010-03-01T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:09:44.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who cares about the parts of a plant?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05p5H4L8dI/AAAAAAAACZw/zxu3TgZrs6A/s1600-h/flower+art+not+mine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05p5H4L8dI/AAAAAAAACZw/zxu3TgZrs6A/s400/flower+art+not+mine-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426391031116198354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was hanging under a magnet on my door to the garage (because my fridge isn't metal).  It was there for a long time.  I couldn't figure out who did it.  The Little Guy doesn't write that well and the Big Guy can do better than that.   They both finally told me (after probing) that neither did it - the Little Guy just picked it up in carpool.  Do they think I don't have enough crap around my house without some other kid's flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best post, I know.  It is all I've got tonight.  Too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weirded&lt;/span&gt; out by the Bachelor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-1927539984801370604?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1927539984801370604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=1927539984801370604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1927539984801370604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1927539984801370604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-cares-about-parts-of-plant.html' title='Who cares about the parts of a plant?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05p5H4L8dI/AAAAAAAACZw/zxu3TgZrs6A/s72-c/flower+art+not+mine-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-5479281553341732168</id><published>2010-02-16T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T18:12:28.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>N*** by the Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hmR7wJOeI/AAAAAAAACbI/Ey3MxtILf9c/s1600-h/snow-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hmR7wJOeI/AAAAAAAACbI/Ey3MxtILf9c/s400/snow-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438209008333306338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have finally arrived to the place that I like to call "naked baby dolls".  They are everywhere and I don't know why they can't have clothes on.  Baby girl is as guilty as the boys.  She sometimes fakes us out and acts like she might put their clothes back on and then...throws a fit.   Well, she kind of throws a fit with everything so maybe that doesn't matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know when we get to cut baby doll hair and headless baby dolls.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; (One thing at a time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I had to edit this post because of the weirdos searching for sicko stuff landing here.  If that happens to be you then you should be ashamed of yourself, sicko!&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/1018758625818023759-5479281553341732168?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5479281553341732168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=5479281553341732168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5479281553341732168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5479281553341732168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/02/nude-by-fire.html' title='N*** by the Fire'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hmR7wJOeI/AAAAAAAACbI/Ey3MxtILf9c/s72-c/snow-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-3687638114129468575</id><published>2010-02-16T14:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:06:00.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still enjoying the goods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hl5T-8_sI/AAAAAAAACbA/3m6eK9-USTg/s1600-h/snow-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hl5T-8_sI/AAAAAAAACbA/3m6eK9-USTg/s400/snow-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438208585341140674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valentines...just part of the stretch between Halloween and Easter that keeps me fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-3687638114129468575?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3687638114129468575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=3687638114129468575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3687638114129468575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3687638114129468575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-enjoying-goods.html' title='Still enjoying the goods'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hl5T-8_sI/AAAAAAAACbA/3m6eK9-USTg/s72-c/snow-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-978026103472158411</id><published>2010-02-15T16:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:02:00.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another snow day in Georgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hk96eXTjI/AAAAAAAACa4/uhMhA80MCaU/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hk96eXTjI/AAAAAAAACa4/uhMhA80MCaU/s400/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438207564881284658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;February 13th:  It was beautiful while it lasted.  About 3 hours after this picture most of it had melted.  My Magnolia tree must have been so glad.  It couldn't handle the weight of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid our little bird house might cave in.  ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hk9i1zYsI/AAAAAAAACaw/g8VW6hJNEH8/s1600-h/snow-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hk9i1zYsI/AAAAAAAACaw/g8VW6hJNEH8/s400/snow-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438207558537142978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-978026103472158411?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/978026103472158411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=978026103472158411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/978026103472158411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/978026103472158411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-snow-day-in-georgia.html' title='Another snow day in Georgia'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hk96eXTjI/AAAAAAAACa4/uhMhA80MCaU/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-1225269781481098736</id><published>2010-02-14T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:01:45.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hkX3f6YyI/AAAAAAAACao/ARNjb4rJitk/s1600-h/snow-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hkX3f6YyI/AAAAAAAACao/ARNjb4rJitk/s400/snow-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438206911247442722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another kind reminder from the Big Guy.  He can't clean his room and likes to talk back but he can write some nice stuff if you don't mind his sloppy handwriting (I don't mind...you should see mine!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-1225269781481098736?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1225269781481098736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=1225269781481098736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1225269781481098736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1225269781481098736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V-Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hkX3f6YyI/AAAAAAAACao/ARNjb4rJitk/s72-c/snow-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8276324687885615361</id><published>2010-01-28T13:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:11:04.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S2He9LaSS3I/AAAAAAAACag/rX9lRK9lh8Y/s1600-h/ck1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S2He9LaSS3I/AAAAAAAACag/rX9lRK9lh8Y/s400/ck1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431867768201956210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember that episode where Phoebe taught Rachel how to run like a child because it was more fun that way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8276324687885615361?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8276324687885615361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8276324687885615361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8276324687885615361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8276324687885615361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S2He9LaSS3I/AAAAAAAACag/rX9lRK9lh8Y/s72-c/ck1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-2200965258823708433</id><published>2010-01-22T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:58:55.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05qHXAhWeI/AAAAAAAACZ4/HrezPlHDEys/s1600-h/kids-1-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05qHXAhWeI/AAAAAAAACZ4/HrezPlHDEys/s400/kids-1-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426391275695856098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can praise the Lord at any age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Baby Girl third from the right.  She is a dancer. A tiny dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Guy &amp;amp; Big Guy are 2nd and 3rd from the left.  Not so much dancing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-2200965258823708433?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2200965258823708433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=2200965258823708433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2200965258823708433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2200965258823708433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/praise.html' title='Praise'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05qHXAhWeI/AAAAAAAACZ4/HrezPlHDEys/s72-c/kids-1-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-1147399814786396246</id><published>2010-01-21T12:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:18:46.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Vacation Raffle Benefiting Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://terryhousehold.blogspot.com/2010/01/beach-vacation-raffle-benefitting-haiti.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S1iLQ_CDqKI/AAAAAAAACaQ/6kHUkYb9da8/s400/destin" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429242474709362850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://terryhousehold.blogspot.com/2010/01/beach-vacation-raffle-benefitting-haiti.html"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; to learn more about a week long stay in Destin, FL.  There are more pictures on that blog with pictures of the condo where you would stay.  A raffle ticket is $10 and ALL proceeds go directly to aid Haitian earthquake relief and orphans in the warring country of the Democratic Republic of Congo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not in the Southeast. I grew up vacationing in Destin and still go there quite often.  The beaches here are as white as the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-1147399814786396246?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1147399814786396246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=1147399814786396246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1147399814786396246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1147399814786396246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/beach-vacation-raffle-benefiting-haiti.html' title='Beach Vacation Raffle Benefiting Haiti'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S1iLQ_CDqKI/AAAAAAAACaQ/6kHUkYb9da8/s72-c/destin' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-4882967660089230542</id><published>2010-01-17T16:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:15:38.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time to fire your realtor when</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S1N8c_CGnnI/AAAAAAAACaI/ZpIFrzd900A/s1600-h/wiggy-ma-mls-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S1N8c_CGnnI/AAAAAAAACaI/ZpIFrzd900A/s400/wiggy-ma-mls-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427818813310017138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was browsing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/2009/03/31/its-time-to-fire-your-realtor-when/"&gt;hookedonhouses.net&lt;/a&gt; and was amused by this picture that was found as a real estate listing .  You can click on the link to see a few more funny ones.  A friend just asked me to take pictures of her house that is about to go on the market.  I will make a mental note to not make the trash the focal point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also check out &lt;a href="http://lovelylisting.com/"&gt;Lovelylisting&lt;/a&gt; to find some more horror-real estate pictures found in MLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-4882967660089230542?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4882967660089230542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=4882967660089230542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4882967660089230542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4882967660089230542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-time-to-fire-your-realtor-when.html' title='It is time to fire your realtor when'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S1N8c_CGnnI/AAAAAAAACaI/ZpIFrzd900A/s72-c/wiggy-ma-mls-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8609592246953726481</id><published>2010-01-15T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:45:00.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Binge</title><content type='html'>This is my old Halloween picture.  I only WISH I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reeses&lt;/span&gt; around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukMKcsjFTI/AAAAAAAACXQ/emM_ZG_Jk3I/s1600-h/20081031-IMG_1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukMKcsjFTI/AAAAAAAACXQ/emM_ZG_Jk3I/s400/20081031-IMG_1282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397859002021516594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weigh in at the gym got moved to Saturday so the binge continues!  2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;S'mores&lt;/span&gt; this afternoon and now wine, cheese and crackers for dinner.  I think I'll have an ice cream sandwich soon.   I have just GOT to have some chocolate chip cookie dough stashed in the freezer somewhere.  Why wouldn't I? &lt;a href="http://5powellsinatlanta.blogspot.com/"&gt; Emily&lt;/a&gt; turned me on to the "organic" cookie dough and I just don't know if that is bad enough right now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0_JJgCTWaI/AAAAAAAACaA/k1mQskgHmaA/s1600-h/cookie"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0_JJgCTWaI/AAAAAAAACaA/k1mQskgHmaA/s400/cookie" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426777241060333986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't really organic except in my imaginary life (and probably Emily's?).  Anyway, I'm eating it raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear &lt;a href="http://peanutsandpumpkins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristin&lt;/a&gt;, you are too GOOD to not have had a cookie in that long.  It reminds me of my sweet friend at the gym one disgustingly early morning.  She said if she was going to eat as many cookies as she does she might as well come to the gym.  The workout queen nearby said "I haven't had sugar in 2 years" and my sweet (skinny) friend said in her high voice "well, you just don't know what you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;missin&lt;/span&gt;'."  :-)  I'll try not to bring you down to my pathetic level when we get together. (TRY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes my random fatty post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8609592246953726481?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8609592246953726481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8609592246953726481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8609592246953726481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8609592246953726481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/candy.html' title='Binge'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukMKcsjFTI/AAAAAAAACXQ/emM_ZG_Jk3I/s72-c/20081031-IMG_1282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-4822072698206837222</id><published>2010-01-14T20:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:38:17.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest</title><content type='html'>I'm entering a contest through Mom Bloggers with  &lt;a href="http://www.cottonellerollpoll.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://www.cottonellerollpoll.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  How you can get in on it:   by leaving a comment on this post you will be entered to win 1 of 10 Cottonelle gift baskets randomly chosen on January 29, 2010 from all entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but we use a lot of tissue around our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you vote for over or under?  One of the first dates with Hubby that he came back to my green condo (literally green) he used the little boys room and came out and said that he knew we would get along fine because my tt was "over" and not under.  Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" width="70%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="33%"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.themomsalon.com/cbadge.png" border="0" height="125" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top" width="33%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/4IvJvD" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.themomsalon.com/over1.jpg" border="0" height="125" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-4822072698206837222?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4822072698206837222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=4822072698206837222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4822072698206837222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4822072698206837222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/contest.html' title='Contest'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-4111360059295556476</id><published>2010-01-13T19:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:47:48.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May the Chikin be with You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05nX0PuMxI/AAAAAAAACZo/QRmJ3Wq85hI/s1600-h/swcow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05nX0PuMxI/AAAAAAAACZo/QRmJ3Wq85hI/s400/swcow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426388259887264530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are in trouble if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; one in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You probably can't tell - that is Darth Vader Cow.  And, no I am not pregnant in this picture even though I might look it.  Which brings up another contest at my gym.  It is lame and totally not worth it but I am going to enter.  There aren't that many signed up and I think I can take them and also beat the system by not hiring one of their trainers.  The upside to all of this is that until they call me for a weigh-in appointment, I am going to eat as much as I can to gain a couple of pounds. That isn't cheating is it?  Just stupidity, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Darth Vader.  We took our kids (minus Baby Girl) to that Star Wars production-thing that plays the movie clips to a live orchestra.  The real CP30 hosted it.  It was pretty good except for the $9 hot dog I ate.  The seats were about $55 each and the Little Guy fell asleep within 25 minutes.  The boys learned all about "INTERMISSION" and were quite intrigued by that.  I think it was the highlight of the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1018758625818023759-4111360059295556476?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4111360059295556476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=4111360059295556476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4111360059295556476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4111360059295556476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/may-chikin-be-with-you.html' title='May the Chikin be with You'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05nX0PuMxI/AAAAAAAACZo/QRmJ3Wq85hI/s72-c/swcow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-919385612033211805</id><published>2010-01-10T11:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:20:00.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0is_zTAe4I/AAAAAAAACZg/AiF8hvQ7gRk/s1600-h/asnowoSECOND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0is_zTAe4I/AAAAAAAACZg/AiF8hvQ7gRk/s400/asnowoSECOND.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424775963269430146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-919385612033211805?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/919385612033211805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=919385612033211805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/919385612033211805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/919385612033211805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/mmmmm.html' title='Mmmmm'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0is_zTAe4I/AAAAAAAACZg/AiF8hvQ7gRk/s72-c/asnowoSECOND.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-6393240904128332847</id><published>2010-01-09T11:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:20:03.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0irfkgFdVI/AAAAAAAACZY/a74lKbjQHL4/s1600-h/osnow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0irfkgFdVI/AAAAAAAACZY/a74lKbjQHL4/s400/osnow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774310030308690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday and Snow Day, Little Guy.  I remember feeling like I was 6 for a long long time.  I hope he stays six for a long time too so we can really enjoy it.  He whispered early this morning in my ear "I really like all my birthday presents except for the DS game."  Yesterday was his birthday and we got to miss school because of all the ice on the roads.  I think all the pile ups of cars on the roads scared everyone.  Basketball was canceled early this morning too so it was like having two more days of Christmas vacation.  We are going to wear the PJs out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0ireyrSINI/AAAAAAAACZA/pBEH9Mm3tTs/s1600-h/osnow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0ireyrSINI/AAAAAAAACZA/pBEH9Mm3tTs/s400/osnow3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0irfHERnzI/AAAAAAAACZI/TAzTO1jCL6g/s1600-h/oasnowa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0irfHERnzI/AAAAAAAACZI/TAzTO1jCL6g/s400/oasnowa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774302129037106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-6393240904128332847?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6393240904128332847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=6393240904128332847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6393240904128332847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6393240904128332847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/brrrr.html' title='Brrrr'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0irfkgFdVI/AAAAAAAACZY/a74lKbjQHL4/s72-c/osnow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-103907347896381380</id><published>2010-01-06T17:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:00:58.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look cute and feel good about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flitterbugs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0UT5xQTBtI/AAAAAAAACYw/CqWLGrllDvg/s400/outfit" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423763209432794834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't blogged a lot lately, but don't worry...it hasn't been so long that Baby Girl grew hair.  I borrowed this picture from &lt;a href="http://www.flitterbugs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Flitterbugs&lt;/a&gt;.   I was thinking this outfit would be perfect for me (M for Mama) but maybe it would be cuter on my Baby Girl?  Check out&lt;a href="http://www.flitterbugs.blogspot.com/"&gt; this website&lt;/a&gt; for some cute clothes and help them fund an adoption from Ethiopia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned in the past week of two people I know with 2-3 children that have been burdened by the orphan crisis in Africa and have decided to adopt from that country.  These are just regular families that you wouldn't expect this from and pretty amazing that they would follow their hearts and open their homes to more children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a similar note, the Little Guy (25 minutes ago) went into a room by himself and prayed to God to put a girl and boy baby in my belly.  I tried to stop him.  He came out and said "it is too late now.  It is done and they are in there."  The worst part is that he wants to name the girl baby the same name as Baby Girl and the boy after his cousin.  My Hubby told him to go pray to God to send a big bag of money with the babies (we are going to need it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-103907347896381380?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/103907347896381380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=103907347896381380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/103907347896381380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/103907347896381380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-cute-and-feel-good-about-it.html' title='Look cute and feel good about it'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0UT5xQTBtI/AAAAAAAACYw/CqWLGrllDvg/s72-c/outfit' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-1249075736471131185</id><published>2010-01-05T10:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:53:06.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosty the Follower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0Ne9uGt9lI/AAAAAAAACYo/IjeY02vx9Xg/s1600-h/frosty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0Ne9uGt9lI/AAAAAAAACYo/IjeY02vx9Xg/s400/frosty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423282790725449298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is Frosty the snowman on top of the Waffle House we pass every morning.  It isn't windy on this day but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frosty's&lt;/span&gt; permanent position for one week before Christmas.  One day I said that Frosty looked like he might be ready for a nap and the Big Guy said "He is praising the Lord."  That explains it.  I just love the idea of a blow up Frosty on top of a Waffle House lifting his snow hands up to God.  [They should market that.]  I love that my child would even think of that.  I could say it is a result of his Christian school education but he is just like that.  I like the way he thinks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-1249075736471131185?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1249075736471131185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=1249075736471131185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1249075736471131185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1249075736471131185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/frosty-follower.html' title='Frosty the Follower'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0Ne9uGt9lI/AAAAAAAACYo/IjeY02vx9Xg/s72-c/frosty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-5111000223012696707</id><published>2010-01-03T21:46:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:08:02.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0FWndHsOUI/AAAAAAAACYY/fRHjkyHxBmY/s1600-h/bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0FWndHsOUI/AAAAAAAACYY/fRHjkyHxBmY/s400/bowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422710662162561346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't get used to this 2010 or 010 or'10 thing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marked 5 years that my Dad has been living in Heaven with Jesus.  I pulled out his big platter for dinner.  I can remember special occasions or just weekend afternoons when he would fill up the sections with chips, cheeses, pickles, dip and things I thought were just heavenly at the time.  I must have been about the Little Guy's age and I remember it vividly.  I did the same thing before dinner yesterday for kids with cheese (the real stuff - cut with my knife), little baby dill pickles (2 kids licked and turned down), raw veggies with Ranch dressing in the middle.  My boys proclaimed this as "The Best Dinner EVER!".  I don't hear that very often.   I know that was from the Ranch dressing part (I did make some other real food too).  **note about my picture...I think my kids had not seen this platter before and when they did the Big Guy said "is it St. Patrick's day?  I never noticed it looking so much like a clover.  Also, it looks much better in this picture than it does in real life.  It is starting to show it's 30+ years of age.  I hope there is not lead or something they have now deemed hazardous in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it got me to wondering what my kids will remember so vividly about their childhood and their lives at home with us.  I have lots and lots of memories but my husband does not remember stuff like I do.  I hope they carry lots of good things from us through life.  I hope the Big Guy remembers the moment he realized Santa really did leave a Wii at his house after all.  I know I won't ever forget his reaction when he found the note to check for one thing in our basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0FabH6e4DI/AAAAAAAACYg/96g3oOuB4vI/s1600-h/bowl-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0FabH6e4DI/AAAAAAAACYg/96g3oOuB4vI/s400/bowl-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422714848358096946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year.  I hope it is a lovely decade for us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-5111000223012696707?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5111000223012696707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=5111000223012696707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5111000223012696707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5111000223012696707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0FWndHsOUI/AAAAAAAACYY/fRHjkyHxBmY/s72-c/bowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-565415701727844448</id><published>2009-12-25T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:27:00.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Edward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SzQ_cjL3bMI/AAAAAAAACYI/HwP5gYJxRZM/s1600-h/ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SzQ_cjL3bMI/AAAAAAAACYI/HwP5gYJxRZM/s400/ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419026011347446978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only a good friend would go to the trouble to send me a chocolate creme-filled Edward for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The packaging is much more enjoyable than a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cadbury&lt;/span&gt; creme-filled egg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-565415701727844448?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/565415701727844448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=565415701727844448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/565415701727844448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/565415701727844448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-edward.html' title='Merry Edward'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SzQ_cjL3bMI/AAAAAAAACYI/HwP5gYJxRZM/s72-c/ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-6646084635003422402</id><published>2009-12-24T23:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:39:00.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SzQ_5oLThgI/AAAAAAAACYQ/2rA1L8W4WMM/s1600-h/World+of+Coca-Cola-20091128-232517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SzQ_5oLThgI/AAAAAAAACYQ/2rA1L8W4WMM/s400/World+of+Coca-Cola-20091128-232517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419026510903477762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings and Merry Christmas from Atlanta.  It is minutes from Christmas and I am thinking of something clever Santa might say in a note to my boys to direct them to the basement.  I don't know how Santa could do all he does and have a printer to print a message to them.  Hubs says he is high-tech like the rental car guys that can print out something on the spot.  Not that my boys have ever rented a car and will know this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a view of downtown Atlanta taken a few days ago from a live cam.  It is actually raining right now.  I know this by the water running in the house from the leak over our front door.  This shot shows the Coca-Cola museum.  We took the Big Guy there for his 8th birthday.  My Little Guy wants to go there for his 6th birthday as well because he does whatever Big Guy does and also he wants "to get a Coke."  I told him there were many other places that I could buy him a Coke but he still wants to go.  He told me on my birthday I should go to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diet Coke Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I think that is a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all a good night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-6646084635003422402?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6646084635003422402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=6646084635003422402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6646084635003422402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6646084635003422402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SzQ_5oLThgI/AAAAAAAACYQ/2rA1L8W4WMM/s72-c/World+of+Coca-Cola-20091128-232517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-7900067477052877405</id><published>2009-12-12T16:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:31:41.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You didn't ask me about Halloween did you?</title><content type='html'>If you think I have neglected my blog for a long time, you should take a look at the pictures I download from my camera.  I only download from the little one about once every 6 months.  I find some nice surprises there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to Halloween because that is what I am currently downloading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you all to know what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; happen if you leave the room to change someone's diaper and your brand new pumpkin is left sitting on the kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 year old&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; might&lt;/span&gt; get a butter knife and fork and carve it himself.  He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; put the evidence back in the silverware drawer and act like he doesn't know that anything is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SyQKUZ03edI/AAAAAAAACX4/ydY0LLJLqsY/s1600-h/pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SyQKUZ03edI/AAAAAAAACX4/ydY0LLJLqsY/s400/pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414463997652466130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;just throw that whole thing right in the trash can and not even have a pumpkin that year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-7900067477052877405?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7900067477052877405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=7900067477052877405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7900067477052877405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7900067477052877405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-didnt-ask-me-about-halloween-did.html' title='You didn&apos;t ask me about Halloween did you?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SyQKUZ03edI/AAAAAAAACX4/ydY0LLJLqsY/s72-c/pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-4036722755435203544</id><published>2009-12-01T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:45:00.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Croc Change #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukLJLzre-I/AAAAAAAACXA/yM-9h1vpbhY/s1600-h/kids-1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukLJLzre-I/AAAAAAAACXA/yM-9h1vpbhY/s400/kids-1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397857880796527586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next Croc change coming up (it doesn't matter if it is her shoe or not).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-4036722755435203544?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4036722755435203544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=4036722755435203544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4036722755435203544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4036722755435203544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/12/croc-change-2.html' title='Croc Change #2'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukLJLzre-I/AAAAAAAACXA/yM-9h1vpbhY/s72-c/kids-1-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-6723959882957204586</id><published>2009-12-01T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:00:03.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Croc change #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukK1bbakkI/AAAAAAAACW4/Ct9XacFwGzo/s1600-h/kids-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukK1bbakkI/AAAAAAAACW4/Ct9XacFwGzo/s400/kids-1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397857541392339522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is 9AM!  First Croc change of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-6723959882957204586?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6723959882957204586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=6723959882957204586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6723959882957204586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6723959882957204586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/12/croc-change-1.html' title='Croc change #1'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukK1bbakkI/AAAAAAAACW4/Ct9XacFwGzo/s72-c/kids-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-7152229716677224259</id><published>2009-11-30T11:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:39:00.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Guy is 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SxM-nbNBsYI/AAAAAAAACXw/XEHnwozciT4/s1600/baby+big+guy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SxM-nbNBsYI/AAAAAAAACXw/XEHnwozciT4/s400/baby+big+guy-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409736424440312194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Big Guy is 8 today.  I can't believe it.  We have had fun celebrating but because I don't download pictures for 6 months at a time, I am posting this hospital picture of him.  Haha...first-time-Mom-me.  I guess by the humongous size of me I assumed he would be gigantic and his clothes ended up being too big.  Could we not afford a cuter hat?  Did they not sell cute baby hats way back in 2001?  He actually had a beautiful little head but I think the scary nurses wouldn't let me take one off of him EVER.  I couldn't wait to get home away from those nurses so I could do what I wanted to do.  He was as red as he looked here and was jaundiced by the time we got home.  That is a whole 'nother story.  Don't mention Billi Bed around me if you can help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday BIG guy.  Eight is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-7152229716677224259?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7152229716677224259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=7152229716677224259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7152229716677224259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7152229716677224259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-guy-is-8.html' title='Big Guy is 8'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SxM-nbNBsYI/AAAAAAAACXw/XEHnwozciT4/s72-c/baby+big+guy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-602842923203322054</id><published>2009-11-29T22:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:33:37.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[Very] Happy Meal Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SxM8WEkX46I/AAAAAAAACXo/aPQLFuDf0YY/s1600/tbbg-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SxM8WEkX46I/AAAAAAAACXo/aPQLFuDf0YY/s400/tbbg-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409733927283188642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This toy keeps showing up in my house.  I didn't see&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; movie and was quite disturbed to find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; in my toddler's Happy Meal bag.  You should see how it spins and vibrates.  I did, however, like the way my friend spit her Coke out when I held it up to show it to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-602842923203322054?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/602842923203322054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=602842923203322054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/602842923203322054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/602842923203322054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-happy-meal-toy.html' title='[Very] Happy Meal Toy'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SxM8WEkX46I/AAAAAAAACXo/aPQLFuDf0YY/s72-c/tbbg-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-7846287101343357063</id><published>2009-11-06T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:38:55.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Agony of Sharing a Room</title><content type='html'>For whom you might ask?  I think me but today is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukLid5jp6I/AAAAAAAACXI/O1pF_auzAqI/s1600-h/kids-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukLid5jp6I/AAAAAAAACXI/O1pF_auzAqI/s400/kids-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397858315149748130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Big Guy - almost 8;  Little Guy - almost 6;  Baby Girl 2, Hubs - 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Back-story:  Big Guy and Little Guy have been sharing a very large room for about 3 years now.  Big Guy on the top Bunk and Little Guy below.  Until the last year every night was a huge up-all-night-party. Now it is mostly a lot of fighting and throwing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's conversation with me and the Big Guy before bed was about how it would be "cool" if he had a neat desk and some other things in his room.  I pointed out all the holes in the wall and furniture.  I also mentioned the missing pictures around the room before I told him I wouldn't spend any more money on that room because everything gets trashed.  I forgot to bring up the marker on the wall right where he sleeps on the top bunk.  He asked for a trash can and I told him that he had one a few months ago and it was sat on and thrown around until it was crushed.  He said "I bet if this was only my room I could have a trash can."  I like the way he didn't mention the Little Guy even though that is who he was referring to.  He proceeded to find a plastic sack and hang it on the drawer pull of his dresser as his trash can.  He showed it to his brother and said the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt;:  Little Guy, do you see this bag?  This is the new trash can.  If you mess it up at all you are in big trouble.  I will move out if you do.  Do you know what that means?  To move out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG: Yes, you will move out of this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt;:  That is right.  I will be out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG:  Where will you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt;:  Probably with Mommy and Daddy in the Master Bedroom.  I will move in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG:  The MASTER bedroom?   (evil laughter)    Why do they call it that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt;:  Because it is the biggest bedroom in the house and it will be big enough for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. First Born cleaned up the whole room (why he needed the trash bag) and when he was done the Little Guy only had to take a few clothes to the laundry room.  Wouldn't you know that kid whined and tried to negotiate only taking half of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of this story is that those clothes are still there on the floor and we will continue this tomorrow.  I would bet a ton of money that the trash bag will be ripped apart in the morning.  Also, there is poop rubbed on the carpet.  Will it never end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-7846287101343357063?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7846287101343357063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=7846287101343357063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7846287101343357063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7846287101343357063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/agony-of-sharing-room.html' title='The Agony of Sharing a Room'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukLid5jp6I/AAAAAAAACXI/O1pF_auzAqI/s72-c/kids-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-170269286148652393</id><published>2009-10-30T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:17:00.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizard for Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SupbBgxcEXI/AAAAAAAACXg/v_uUa663psc/s1600-h/tbbg+tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SupbBgxcEXI/AAAAAAAACXg/v_uUa663psc/s400/tbbg+tongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398227184892252530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sticking her tongue out is her latest "thing".  Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a preview of Halloween.  All three will most likely be dressed differently on the actual day.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a pumpkin today.  I almost missed out on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have candy corn lights on your house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-170269286148652393?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/170269286148652393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=170269286148652393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/170269286148652393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/170269286148652393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/lizard-for-halloween.html' title='Lizard for Halloween'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SupbBgxcEXI/AAAAAAAACXg/v_uUa663psc/s72-c/tbbg+tongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-4755067596912910308</id><published>2009-10-28T20:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:41:00.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Never Drop Your Pinwheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDVujqrURI/AAAAAAAACVY/SFWG0AvSYl0/s1600-h/kk-1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDVujqrURI/AAAAAAAACVY/SFWG0AvSYl0/s400/kk-1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391043749787422994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDVvXJVLFI/AAAAAAAACVo/3ymYY1DYQPQ/s1600-h/kk-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDVvXJVLFI/AAAAAAAACVo/3ymYY1DYQPQ/s400/kk-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391043763606203474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDVu8zduHI/AAAAAAAACVg/CdOx3lQIx5A/s1600-h/kk-1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDVu8zduHI/AAAAAAAACVg/CdOx3lQIx5A/s400/kk-1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391043756535167090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDVuVsGvcI/AAAAAAAACVQ/MQ4JcnDJPOk/s1600-h/kk-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDVuVsGvcI/AAAAAAAACVQ/MQ4JcnDJPOk/s400/kk-1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391043746035318210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-4755067596912910308?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4755067596912910308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=4755067596912910308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4755067596912910308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4755067596912910308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-never-drop-your-pinwheel.html' title='Never Never Drop Your Pinwheel'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDVujqrURI/AAAAAAAACVY/SFWG0AvSYl0/s72-c/kk-1-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8409640376137099485</id><published>2009-10-28T13:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:11:00.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever it takes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;I got all three kids in one picture and not one of them was crying or screaming.  Awesome.  That is pretty much my low bar now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDXvkevq3I/AAAAAAAACWA/2c9NuaPKjg8/s1600-h/tbbg-1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDXvkevq3I/AAAAAAAACWA/2c9NuaPKjg8/s400/tbbg-1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391045966208936818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDXvz3F-PI/AAAAAAAACWI/VrinFzOulCU/s1600-h/tbbg-1-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDXvz3F-PI/AAAAAAAACWI/VrinFzOulCU/s400/tbbg-1-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391045970337593586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It is okay to do this if Mommy has her camera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mommy is a genius for picking an icee the same color as my shirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Slacker's Disclaimer:  Although the weather can be extremely nice down here in Atlanta, this picture was actually taken this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8409640376137099485?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8409640376137099485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8409640376137099485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8409640376137099485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8409640376137099485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/whatever-it-takes.html' title='Whatever it takes.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDXvkevq3I/AAAAAAAACWA/2c9NuaPKjg8/s72-c/tbbg-1-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-6582172702703564466</id><published>2009-10-27T16:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:19:07.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SuZXwDheWmI/AAAAAAAACWw/1kHfEljZONw/s1600-h/kt-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SuZXwDheWmI/AAAAAAAACWw/1kHfEljZONw/s400/kt-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397097686541163106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Girl stirred things up at church last Sunday in her very fancy pants and her very thin ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SuZXwJPrFhI/AAAAAAAACWo/sTaeswz-vGk/s1600-h/kt-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SuZXwJPrFhI/AAAAAAAACWo/sTaeswz-vGk/s400/kt-1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397097688077112850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SuZXv375fjI/AAAAAAAACWg/jngfzbzUQw4/s1600-h/kt-1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SuZXv375fjI/AAAAAAAACWg/jngfzbzUQw4/s400/kt-1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397097683430768178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girl and Star Wars Legos.  Something is wrong with this scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-6582172702703564466?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6582172702703564466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=6582172702703564466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6582172702703564466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6582172702703564466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/fancy-pants.html' title='Fancy Pants'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SuZXwDheWmI/AAAAAAAACWw/1kHfEljZONw/s72-c/kt-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8119133833558043712</id><published>2009-10-26T22:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:10:07.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Baby Mozart, I don't care if you are not educational</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Disney Offers Millions of Parents Refunds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/children_shealth/6425271/Disney-offers-millions-of-parents-Baby-Einstein-video-refunds.html#"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SuZUjIKjRkI/AAAAAAAACWY/ps0KAyKjChM/s400/baby_einstein_1509027c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397094165914011202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids are so old now that they didn't even have these two when they were little.  I don't care.  I got my shower while Baby Mozart played and when I was pregnant with the Little Guy it was really a life saver.  I thought I would die in the first trimester and it was pretty tough taking care of a (wild) 15 month old boy.  When I could no longer do puzzles I could pop in one of these movies and doze for a little bit.  That can't be any worse than when I couldn't stomach making him lunch and just opened the refrigerator door for him to go at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might also add that Baby Mozart gave us a lot of laughs when that blue thing would stick out his tongue and make that funny noise.  It made my boy laugh and that made me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read more about the refund click &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/children_shealth/6425271/Disney-offers-millions-of-parents-Baby-Einstein-video-refunds.html#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8119133833558043712?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8119133833558043712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8119133833558043712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8119133833558043712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8119133833558043712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-baby-mozart-i-dont-care-if-you-are.html' title='Dear Baby Mozart, I don&apos;t care if you are not educational'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SuZUjIKjRkI/AAAAAAAACWY/ps0KAyKjChM/s72-c/baby_einstein_1509027c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-3434019958463708578</id><published>2009-10-13T10:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:22:00.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Morbid Post of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StM9gn9mQ8I/AAAAAAAACWQ/o2iwhF41ir0/s400/184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391720809585066946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit  http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/ for more oddities and people who need to put some clothes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-3434019958463708578?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3434019958463708578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=3434019958463708578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3434019958463708578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3434019958463708578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-morbid-post-of-day.html' title='First Morbid Post of the Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StM9gn9mQ8I/AAAAAAAACWQ/o2iwhF41ir0/s72-c/184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-4393414043730629690</id><published>2009-10-12T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:43:00.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I am saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDV_RLriaI/AAAAAAAACV4/PocqUEMNo4w/s1600-h/tbbg-1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDV_RLriaI/AAAAAAAACV4/PocqUEMNo4w/s400/tbbg-1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391044036883351970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really hope I am not saying "look at the camera."  I bet that is what I was saying unless it was "go get Mommy another cookie."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-4393414043730629690?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4393414043730629690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=4393414043730629690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4393414043730629690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4393414043730629690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-what-i-am-saying.html' title='Guess what I am saying'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDV_RLriaI/AAAAAAAACV4/PocqUEMNo4w/s72-c/tbbg-1-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-800763884199937052</id><published>2009-10-11T12:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:45:00.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Girl'/><title type='text'>I don't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDV_P9nUsI/AAAAAAAACVw/bf1GyG49j6c/s1600-h/tbbg-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDV_P9nUsI/AAAAAAAACVw/bf1GyG49j6c/s400/tbbg-1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391044036555920066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not my child on the left.  My own children know I don't wear hats.   Baby Girl is confused why she would even try that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-800763884199937052?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/800763884199937052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=800763884199937052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/800763884199937052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/800763884199937052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDV_P9nUsI/AAAAAAAACVw/bf1GyG49j6c/s72-c/tbbg-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-5216691710547549340</id><published>2009-10-10T14:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:40:46.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Lazy-Boy</title><content type='html'>I got an extra car seat and it was like Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDUMQHmmDI/AAAAAAAACVA/W6DsyeqFEqM/s1600-h/tbbg-1-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDUMQHmmDI/AAAAAAAACVA/W6DsyeqFEqM/s400/tbbg-1-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391042060912859186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally she has a place she can relax and read her books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talk on the phone with Cookie Monster (of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDUMBtL4rI/AAAAAAAACU4/wIWm48VcFsk/s1600-h/tbbg-1-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDUMBtL4rI/AAAAAAAACU4/wIWm48VcFsk/s400/tbbg-1-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391042057043960498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may never actually get this thing in the car.  In case you are wondering, no she does not enjoy sitting in it in the car AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most women, she is complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-5216691710547549340?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5216691710547549340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=5216691710547549340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5216691710547549340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5216691710547549340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-lazy-boy.html' title='Baby Lazy-Boy'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/StDUMQHmmDI/AAAAAAAACVA/W6DsyeqFEqM/s72-c/tbbg-1-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-5818906011342971833</id><published>2009-10-09T09:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:36:58.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Ss87gz4R9AI/AAAAAAAACUw/V9vlK4J-a4w/s1600-h/tbbg-1-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Ss87gz4R9AI/AAAAAAAACUw/V9vlK4J-a4w/s400/tbbg-1-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390592713853891586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Ss87gGioWhI/AAAAAAAACUg/Kp5PK2k9TM8/s1600-h/tbbg-1-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Ss87gGioWhI/AAAAAAAACUg/Kp5PK2k9TM8/s400/tbbg-1-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390592701683489298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;(Not one any more despite the finger she is holding up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Ss87gsj1aeI/AAAAAAAACUo/28L3tLyuauk/s1600-h/tbbg-1-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Ss87gsj1aeI/AAAAAAAACUo/28L3tLyuauk/s400/tbbg-1-20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390592711889086946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday popsicle (Popacle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-5818906011342971833?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5818906011342971833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=5818906011342971833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5818906011342971833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5818906011342971833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-birthday.html' title='Birthday Birthday'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Ss87gz4R9AI/AAAAAAAACUw/V9vlK4J-a4w/s72-c/tbbg-1-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-6995069530735723022</id><published>2009-10-01T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:03:08.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO YEARS OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SsQk0RCB4bI/AAAAAAAACUA/uT6SH__MyfM/s1600-h/tbbgblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SsQk0RCB4bI/AAAAAAAACUA/uT6SH__MyfM/s400/tbbgblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387471534585668018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time they all met.  The Little Guy hasn't quit hugging her yet and boy is she mad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even believe that Baby Girl is 2 today.   It has gone so fast and yet I can't imagine life without her being here.  I so enjoy her bopping around my house with hair flying in her pink Crocs looking for a new bow.  She loves to accessorize and doesn't even mind wearing her bib because it is an accessory for her.  We start the day by looking for hats, bows and Crocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has discovered the world of pinwheels.  They are like a wand for her, I think.  Just wait until we get her a tiara so she won't have to wear her brother's baseball hats anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SsQnG7WRdUI/AAAAAAAACUI/74dA6ID8X4Q/s1600-h/kc-1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SsQnG7WRdUI/AAAAAAAACUI/74dA6ID8X4Q/s400/kc-1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387474054205764930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her recent "thing" is to "colla" (color).  With the piles of homework and school work we have she can easily sneak up in a chair and find something to colla with.  We found black marker all over one of our baseboards today.  We have moved into the territory of actually not knowing which child did it.  I can only hope my oldest wouldn't (you never know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a  wipe.  Another "thing".  She likes to be clean and I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SsQnHM268jI/AAAAAAAACUQ/p6Vu3MBvBi8/s1600-h/kc-1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SsQnHM268jI/AAAAAAAACUQ/p6Vu3MBvBi8/s400/kc-1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387474058906104370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING:  SEMI-GRAPHIC PHOTO&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that bad unless you  can't handle goo.  Trust me, it could have been much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SsQnHWKJsvI/AAAAAAAACUY/STK4A1_8K6U/s1600-h/kc-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SsQnHWKJsvI/AAAAAAAACUY/STK4A1_8K6U/s400/kc-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387474061402682098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WE&lt;/span&gt; met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the same now as she was then.  I can tell she is thinking "That Dora?"  I just know it.  It also looks like she wants to scream "HAPPY!" at me so she can listen to her favorite (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm So Happy&lt;/span&gt;) music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would LOOOOVVVEEE another little baby girl.  I wish I was younger and I could have the two boys 2 years apart and then two girls 2 years apart.  However, as I looked through some of my pictures I was feeling so "HAPPY" that I was not pregnant, or just had a baby, or an extra 50 lbs and all the stuff that comes with having a newborn.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-6995069530735723022?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6995069530735723022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=6995069530735723022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6995069530735723022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6995069530735723022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-years-old.html' title='TWO YEARS OLD'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SsQk0RCB4bI/AAAAAAAACUA/uT6SH__MyfM/s72-c/tbbgblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-3597753668537879328</id><published>2009-09-28T12:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:33:17.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And Kind.  Don't forget Kind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SsDkw4y-SOI/AAAAAAAACTw/SEvtEDvOFeA/s1600-h/patient-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SsDkw4y-SOI/AAAAAAAACTw/SEvtEDvOFeA/s400/patient-1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386556682866149602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this on one of our tables.  (Don't look at the mess in the room.)&lt;br /&gt;I hope it came from the goodness of the Big Guy's heart and not a subtle hint for his parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-3597753668537879328?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3597753668537879328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=3597753668537879328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3597753668537879328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3597753668537879328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-kind-dont-forget-kind.html' title='And Kind.  Don&apos;t forget Kind.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SsDkw4y-SOI/AAAAAAAACTw/SEvtEDvOFeA/s72-c/patient-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8998202130355871729</id><published>2009-09-25T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:19:39.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Umen Mitt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sanzd19tvkI/AAAAAAAABy4/bvVJk2LSl2Y/s1600-h/20010121-AUG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sanzd19tvkI/AAAAAAAABy4/bvVJk2LSl2Y/s400/20010121-AUG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308041329860525634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Big Guy back when he was little.  I found this picture and remembered how fascinated he was with "umen mits".    I think I might have actually been baking back in those days where he would see them a lot.  I'm sure Baby Girl doesn't know what one is.  She is too interested in her shoes anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8998202130355871729?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8998202130355871729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8998202130355871729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8998202130355871729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8998202130355871729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/umen-mitt.html' title='Umen Mitt'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sanzd19tvkI/AAAAAAAABy4/bvVJk2LSl2Y/s72-c/20010121-AUG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-2304656136789102957</id><published>2009-09-23T20:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:36:55.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Floods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Srq4vL8P14I/AAAAAAAACTo/clJQz0XDew8/s1600-h/FLOOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Srq4vL8P14I/AAAAAAAACTo/clJQz0XDew8/s400/FLOOD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384819425273698178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow.  That picture is really small.  Oh well.  We are fine down here in Georgia.  I can't say the same for a lot of people.  A few miles away things are bad.  We must be on a hill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-2304656136789102957?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2304656136789102957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=2304656136789102957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2304656136789102957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2304656136789102957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/floods.html' title='Floods'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Srq4vL8P14I/AAAAAAAACTo/clJQz0XDew8/s72-c/FLOOD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-4520383415361799660</id><published>2009-09-20T10:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:15:26.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SrZDezYHwgI/AAAAAAAACTQ/gxpQc73hkJU/s1600-h/kids-1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SrZDezYHwgI/AAAAAAAACTQ/gxpQc73hkJU/s400/kids-1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383564601034523138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SrZDftkQAaI/AAAAAAAACTg/GbhxcwpMwRc/s1600-h/kids-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SrZDftkQAaI/AAAAAAAACTg/GbhxcwpMwRc/s400/kids-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383564616654651810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SrZDfF80NRI/AAAAAAAACTY/iA1Wh3MMGZc/s1600-h/kids-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SrZDfF80NRI/AAAAAAAACTY/iA1Wh3MMGZc/s400/kids-1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383564606020269330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.  Today I am happy enough to be lazy at home and not do anything.  I would like some more of that chocolate ice cream, though.  It I had it I wouldn't share with Baby Girl this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SrZDekmoUbI/AAAAAAAACTI/E4biobP5KgU/s1600-h/kids-1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SrZDekmoUbI/AAAAAAAACTI/E4biobP5KgU/s400/kids-1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383564597068845490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-4520383415361799660?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4520383415361799660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=4520383415361799660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4520383415361799660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4520383415361799660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreaming-of-beach.html' title='Dreaming of the Beach'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SrZDezYHwgI/AAAAAAAACTQ/gxpQc73hkJU/s72-c/kids-1-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-2954653819769150339</id><published>2009-09-09T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:48:23.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title Because I Can't Think of One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SepYUwU70kI/AAAAAAAAB80/XJdzqip2T04/s1600-h/Bingham-1-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SepYUwU70kI/AAAAAAAAB80/XJdzqip2T04/s400/Bingham-1-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326166622912369218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The good news is that I found my little camera this morning.  I most definitely will download all my summer pictures from it at least by week after next.  If I get around to it, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bad news is that the picture you have to look at now is from May 2005 (I am totally guessing).  It is Jane Fonda at the Fox Theater.  I think this is my first celebrity post and possibly my last (unless you count my ramblings about the Bachelorette...and did you see that guy had a girlfriend(s)!!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/9/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-2954653819769150339?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2954653819769150339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=2954653819769150339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2954653819769150339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2954653819769150339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-title-because-i-cant-think-of-one.html' title='No Title Because I Can&apos;t Think of One'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SepYUwU70kI/AAAAAAAAB80/XJdzqip2T04/s72-c/Bingham-1-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-3456326111675186072</id><published>2009-09-04T17:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:50:45.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know about the white shoes but not sure about popsicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SqGLahYVVEI/AAAAAAAACTA/iTiMOcvGmtY/s1600-h/Summer09-7588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SqGLahYVVEI/AAAAAAAACTA/iTiMOcvGmtY/s400/Summer09-7588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377732717810373698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posting a few summery pics before Labor Day gets here.  Is it okay to post Popsicles after Labor Day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-3456326111675186072?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3456326111675186072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=3456326111675186072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3456326111675186072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3456326111675186072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-about-white-shoes-but-not-sure.html' title='I know about the white shoes but not sure about popsicles'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SqGLahYVVEI/AAAAAAAACTA/iTiMOcvGmtY/s72-c/Summer09-7588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-3254974008573845355</id><published>2009-09-02T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:22:00.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come out, Papa Smurf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sp5jsBXeHxI/AAAAAAAACSw/lFvL8nbZFjA/s1600-h/MUSHROOM-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sp5jsBXeHxI/AAAAAAAACSw/lFvL8nbZFjA/s400/MUSHROOM-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376844613059223314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at these mushrooms.  Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-3254974008573845355?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3254974008573845355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=3254974008573845355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3254974008573845355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3254974008573845355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-out-papa-smurf.html' title='Come out, Papa Smurf'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sp5jsBXeHxI/AAAAAAAACSw/lFvL8nbZFjA/s72-c/MUSHROOM-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-3641756279758323836</id><published>2009-09-01T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:44:57.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sp3bXW5SkFI/AAAAAAAACSo/7psOE9y-3wo/s1600-h/rebecca-1-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sp3bXW5SkFI/AAAAAAAACSo/7psOE9y-3wo/s400/rebecca-1-24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376694724479586386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi.  It is me.  I am still in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a post to let you know I am alive using the only picture I had on my desktop.  I haven't downloaded pictures of my own kids in over a month.  TERRIBLE.  I know.  When I do I can make up for lost time and post 15 times in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of life going on here - trying to keep up with it.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband told me tonight that next year when our oldest is 9, he will be half way through his time living with us in our house (theoretically, right?).  I started crying.  It was really eye-opening for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-3641756279758323836?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3641756279758323836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=3641756279758323836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3641756279758323836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3641756279758323836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sp3bXW5SkFI/AAAAAAAACSo/7psOE9y-3wo/s72-c/rebecca-1-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-4384500310917176716</id><published>2009-08-20T14:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:16:40.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/So2SyeuO5AI/AAAAAAAACSY/GCH8jbXUcX8/s1600-h/jun09-1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/So2SyeuO5AI/AAAAAAAACSY/GCH8jbXUcX8/s400/jun09-1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372111326460961794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/So2SytMIUVI/AAAAAAAACSg/9QBOmYrNExk/s1600-h/jun09-1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/So2SytMIUVI/AAAAAAAACSg/9QBOmYrNExk/s400/jun09-1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372111330344456530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Thank goodness I don't have to say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-4384500310917176716?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4384500310917176716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=4384500310917176716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4384500310917176716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4384500310917176716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/So2SyeuO5AI/AAAAAAAACSY/GCH8jbXUcX8/s72-c/jun09-1-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8402124638150212637</id><published>2009-08-19T21:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:18:05.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Real World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoyjElRu2FI/AAAAAAAACSQ/8a_y6_vRWcA/s1600-h/2009-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoyjElRu2FI/AAAAAAAACSQ/8a_y6_vRWcA/s400/2009-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371847754667448402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who knew 7:30 AM could be so bright for a little guy.  When I look at this, I think "why didn't I give them a haircut before they started school?"  Now I am wishing I had taken more pictures of the Little Guy since it was his first day of school (Kindergarten).  I have a few but wish his eyes were open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going swimmingly well (as my 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade History teacher used to say).  We are very blessed to have two great teachers this year for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl has started Parents Morning Out.  On her second time there she got a violation notice for "scratching and pinching".  I really thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; was going to be the sweet one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8402124638150212637?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8402124638150212637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8402124638150212637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8402124638150212637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8402124638150212637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-real-world.html' title='Back to the Real World'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoyjElRu2FI/AAAAAAAACSQ/8a_y6_vRWcA/s72-c/2009-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-7705393338887267065</id><published>2009-08-15T21:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:11:30.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SodbXvtRUKI/AAAAAAAACR4/mR4v3IkIlfA/s1600-h/tbbgblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SodbXvtRUKI/AAAAAAAACR4/mR4v3IkIlfA/s400/tbbgblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370361544164069538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where that that cone is going to end up, don't you?  I can only imagine what he is saying to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like the green Crocs?  Totally got my money's worth out of those shoes.  He will wear them until they are completely dead.  There will be no passing them down with the toes busting through and strap missing off one back.  The pink Crocs are way too big for her but make it easy for her to put them on herself.  I need a break after the 8th shoe change of the day and need her to do it herself.  She also wears the green Crocs around the house.  She isn't too picky about her shoes as long as she has a variety to choose from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-7705393338887267065?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7705393338887267065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=7705393338887267065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7705393338887267065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7705393338887267065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-all-scream.html' title='We All Scream'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SodbXvtRUKI/AAAAAAAACR4/mR4v3IkIlfA/s72-c/tbbgblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-5184881698907232247</id><published>2009-08-12T16:20:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:38:05.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat A and my Facebook Issue</title><content type='html'>So here is an interesting little story for you.  My High School reunion just recently passed and I skipped it for many reasons.  I was happy enough to see pictures on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  It was good to see some people and many of them I just didn't remember at all.  My class was over 600 so I may not have known many of them then and certainly don't now.  Most of the boys look like my Dad.  Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys I see commenting on pictures on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; is this guy that used to pick on me a lot in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  I was new and he would do really dumb stuff like turn my desk around before I got into class.  I think that was probably the worst thing he did.  If I had been a hot (or even cute) 13 year old I might look back and think he was trying to flirt with me.  He was not.  He wasn't really cute at all but fancied himself a real cool guy.  I should add that he was a bean pole and maybe his height gave him some advantage to his so called coolness?  I don't have any specific memory of him in high school so I guess we never crossed paths.  Anyway, I was pretty pleased to see him in this picture below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoMkLv8_83I/AAAAAAAACRo/BeVkbjdNRs4/s1600-h/fata2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoMkLv8_83I/AAAAAAAACRo/BeVkbjdNRs4/s400/fata2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369174965025239922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin Powers keeps coming to mind.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoMyh2kVfLI/AAAAAAAACRw/Cmbhc4VI3zw/s1600-h/fat_bastard.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoMyh2kVfLI/AAAAAAAACRw/Cmbhc4VI3zw/s400/fat_bastard.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369190737920752818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if that is a hat, wig or real hair (for both pictures of both men).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the rest of the story.  This guy sees me commenting on mutual friends' pictures and even makes the comment back to me "yeah, we missed you, Lisa."  Huh?  Do you even remember me, Fat Bastard?  It gets better.  He sends a friend request to me.  What?  He surely doesn't remember me if he thinks we are friends?  I waited for about a week and thought about it.  I didn't really want to be his friend even though comments indicate he may be a changed man.  I decide I am curious and don't want to be the person that holds a grudge over something that happened so long ago and accept.  His profile wasn't interesting at all.  No personal pictures or information so really - what is the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets even BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realized (I don't even know how) that he has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friended&lt;/span&gt; me!  What the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you, what is that all about?  Did he take a look at my stuff and un-friend me?  Did he remember me and get the heck out of Dodge?   I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-5184881698907232247?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5184881698907232247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=5184881698907232247' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5184881698907232247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5184881698907232247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/fat-and-my-facebook-issue.html' title='Fat A and my Facebook Issue'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoMkLv8_83I/AAAAAAAACRo/BeVkbjdNRs4/s72-c/fata2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-7419358507516692856</id><published>2009-08-12T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:00:08.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It just makes me so happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoHNOYHPddI/AAAAAAAACRg/TlvxdwuJrdU/s1600-h/may-1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoHNOYHPddI/AAAAAAAACRg/TlvxdwuJrdU/s400/may-1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368797877677028818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop the car!  I just wish I was there right now.  :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-7419358507516692856?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7419358507516692856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=7419358507516692856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7419358507516692856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7419358507516692856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-just-makes-me-so-happy.html' title='It just makes me so happy.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoHNOYHPddI/AAAAAAAACRg/TlvxdwuJrdU/s72-c/may-1-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-2121882457828031849</id><published>2009-08-11T15:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:57:09.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My unique NY purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoHMgV4gVpI/AAAAAAAACRY/IjQKCxIH90Q/s1600-h/may-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoHMgV4gVpI/AAAAAAAACRY/IjQKCxIH90Q/s400/may-1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368797086804366994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My unique fake Coach purse and wouldn't you know - I know the only other person that has one.   I went to her house and she also has the same dining room and bedroom furniture.    Thank goodness only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know that, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-2121882457828031849?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2121882457828031849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=2121882457828031849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2121882457828031849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2121882457828031849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-unique-ny-purse.html' title='My unique NY purse'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SoHMgV4gVpI/AAAAAAAACRY/IjQKCxIH90Q/s72-c/may-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-776609798909051947</id><published>2009-08-09T22:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:36:04.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of a Bad Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sn-HN8KdOOI/AAAAAAAACRQ/YRLKWte_0IQ/s1600-h/june-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sn-HN8KdOOI/AAAAAAAACRQ/YRLKWte_0IQ/s400/june-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368157954406955234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have to watch them every minute.  EVERY MINUTE.  The tattoos also go up both arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-776609798909051947?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/776609798909051947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=776609798909051947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/776609798909051947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/776609798909051947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/start-of-bad-habit.html' title='The Start of a Bad Habit'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sn-HN8KdOOI/AAAAAAAACRQ/YRLKWte_0IQ/s72-c/june-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-697443859847821233</id><published>2009-08-03T20:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:03:44.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Popsicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SneHlvKy_lI/AAAAAAAACQ4/7ZUW9m-2VqU/s1600-h/dad-1-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SneHlvKy_lI/AAAAAAAACQ4/7ZUW9m-2VqU/s400/dad-1-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365906563421896274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need to post something because I just haven't in awhile.  This is an old picture of my Little Guy doing what he does best - climbing trees and eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;.  My kids LOVE a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt;!  I thought it was funny when the head of the camp where the Big Guy went talked about kids faking injuries to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt;.  I really don't see the point.  It isn't chocolate.  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Big Guy was under 3 he fell off a tall piece of playground equipment onto his back.  He couldn't breathe and I thought he would die.  I was screaming at him to talk to me and he finally croaked out "I...need...a...popsicle."  At that point I knew he would live and was so relieved.  My one year old Little Guy at the time was running far away from me while I was dealing with this as a few random mothers sat and did nothing to help me out.  BUT that is another story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-697443859847821233?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/697443859847821233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=697443859847821233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/697443859847821233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/697443859847821233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/08/ode-to-popsicle.html' title='Ode to the Popsicle'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SneHlvKy_lI/AAAAAAAACQ4/7ZUW9m-2VqU/s72-c/dad-1-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-5259046680050336167</id><published>2009-07-27T01:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:24:00.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Guy's Self Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sic-dtia-XI/AAAAAAAACD0/f-dRlJKdxZk/s1600-h/may-1-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sic-dtia-XI/AAAAAAAACD0/f-dRlJKdxZk/s400/may-1-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343308163059480946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's got an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eye&lt;/span&gt; for art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-5259046680050336167?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5259046680050336167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=5259046680050336167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5259046680050336167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5259046680050336167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-guys-self-portrait.html' title='Little Guy&apos;s Self Portrait'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sic-dtia-XI/AAAAAAAACD0/f-dRlJKdxZk/s72-c/may-1-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-7714893048691265205</id><published>2009-07-26T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:16:00.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hands and hair</title><content type='html'>And the most uninteresting blog title ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that sometimes claw your face off because I forget to cut fingernails.  They only grow an inch every day!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjGs-pf6P_I/AAAAAAAACGI/YWuzybPVGNc/s1600-h/ecs-4795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjGs-pf6P_I/AAAAAAAACGI/YWuzybPVGNc/s400/ecs-4795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346244424957050866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SmsEWkIr60I/AAAAAAAACQY/UN2mFJV6BgU/s1600-h/ecs-4876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SmsEWkIr60I/AAAAAAAACQY/UN2mFJV6BgU/s400/ecs-4876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362384567018449730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjGs-TbTJcI/AAAAAAAACF4/T64B49WZzbI/s1600-h/ecs-4773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjGs-TbTJcI/AAAAAAAACF4/T64B49WZzbI/s400/ecs-4773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346244419032131010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjGs-BVHuTI/AAAAAAAACFw/pJKwnh4u5c4/s1600-h/ecs-4787-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjGs-BVHuTI/AAAAAAAACFw/pJKwnh4u5c4/s400/ecs-4787-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346244414174378290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along with the fingernails, it is just too much for me to comb her hair EVERY day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-7714893048691265205?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7714893048691265205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=7714893048691265205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7714893048691265205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7714893048691265205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/07/hands-and-hair.html' title='hands and hair'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjGs-pf6P_I/AAAAAAAACGI/YWuzybPVGNc/s72-c/ecs-4795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8494311689016761595</id><published>2009-07-25T09:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:08:41.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Campers Ready</title><content type='html'>All the camp counselors were very...healthy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SmsDqJ64vRI/AAAAAAAACQQ/eDsCb4KoqIM/s1600-h/cam-1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SmsDqJ64vRI/AAAAAAAACQQ/eDsCb4KoqIM/s400/cam-1000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362383804067003666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm just sayin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8494311689016761595?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8494311689016761595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8494311689016761595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8494311689016761595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8494311689016761595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/07/campers-ready.html' title='Campers Ready'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SmsDqJ64vRI/AAAAAAAACQQ/eDsCb4KoqIM/s72-c/cam-1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-5164345862035298308</id><published>2009-07-15T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:30:01.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea World</title><content type='html'>Oh, look.  More vacation pictures.  Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think the  story lines they create for these Shamu shows are extremely cheesy.  My Hubby said he thought it was good but I don't know about that.  I prefer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shamu Rocks&lt;/span&gt; where they just play rock music and don't try to get you to "Believe".  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJW3dEGyAI/AAAAAAAACOQ/DD0Wd3V4tCQ/s1600-h/2009-1-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJW3dEGyAI/AAAAAAAACOQ/DD0Wd3V4tCQ/s400/2009-1-23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355438417591584770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sl6B1Jgs3RI/AAAAAAAACPY/jWnBxqyYDtU/s1600-h/2009-1-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sl6B1Jgs3RI/AAAAAAAACPY/jWnBxqyYDtU/s400/2009-1-22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358863356703595794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She started out the day in cute pig tails.  I took a picture because I knew they wouldn't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl isn't too sure about approaching the creepy looking dolphin.  I don't blame her.  Remember I have low standards for my own kids' pictures so this is perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJULrMkZKI/AAAAAAAACOA/TUOXmDZ92sk/s1600-h/2009-1-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJULrMkZKI/AAAAAAAACOA/TUOXmDZ92sk/s400/2009-1-27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355435466447676578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...typical move of my kids.   The creepy dolphin takes a picture with other people and she decides NOW is when she want to get her picture made too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJUMDfN8zI/AAAAAAAACOI/yOBRzqaAiz8/s1600-h/2009-2-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJUMDfN8zI/AAAAAAAACOI/yOBRzqaAiz8/s400/2009-2-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355435472968348466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJULQuZ5QI/AAAAAAAACN4/5ZTVCLb9Xpc/s1600-h/2009-1-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJULQuZ5QI/AAAAAAAACN4/5ZTVCLb9Xpc/s400/2009-1-29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355435459341837570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJULAuXsyI/AAAAAAAACNw/EorQFVsyjjk/s1600-h/2009-1-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJULAuXsyI/AAAAAAAACNw/EorQFVsyjjk/s400/2009-1-31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355435455046726434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ANOTHER flattened penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJUK3KqRXI/AAAAAAAACNo/fejwoOddRbw/s1600-h/2009-1-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJUK3KqRXI/AAAAAAAACNo/fejwoOddRbw/s400/2009-1-25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355435452481029490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you dare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did.  I had to put down my camera to pull her out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sl6B1ew9jvI/AAAAAAAACPg/A2M3TLpwNR4/s1600-h/2009-2-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sl6B1ew9jvI/AAAAAAAACPg/A2M3TLpwNR4/s400/2009-2-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358863362408943346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Big Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so big according to the fun-roller-coaster-ride people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-5164345862035298308?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5164345862035298308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=5164345862035298308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5164345862035298308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5164345862035298308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/07/sea-world.html' title='Sea World'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlJW3dEGyAI/AAAAAAAACOQ/DD0Wd3V4tCQ/s72-c/2009-1-23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8258435281541236083</id><published>2009-07-10T09:38:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:48:11.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me your Best Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1momof5.blogspot.com/search/label/GMBS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y121/1momof5/08Nov21_gmbs_1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SldEgJKm6OI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Qyce3rJbMxY/s1600-h/2009-1-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SldEgJKm6OI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Qyce3rJbMxY/s400/2009-1-34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356825600787409122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://1momof5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Better in Bulk&lt;/a&gt; for giving me a reason to post something other than Disney photos.  Yesterday I had some time alone with Baby Girl with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; boys and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt; husband around.  This doesn't happen much lately.  We played and it occurred to me that I might better take a picture of her before she grows up too fast.  This may not be the best shot of the week for me, but it might provoke the most happiness for me. She has a lot of expression to her - always making faces.  I love all of the ones that have wide open mouths and surprised faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best shot of the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8258435281541236083?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8258435281541236083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8258435281541236083' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8258435281541236083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8258435281541236083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-me-your-best-shot.html' title='Give me your Best Shot'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SldEgJKm6OI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Qyce3rJbMxY/s72-c/2009-1-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8755140682017030851</id><published>2009-07-08T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:42:07.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you give a baby a Pop-Tart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlU8NcfVfPI/AAAAAAAACPI/ZahbSP-IQQk/s1600-h/2009-1-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlU8NcfVfPI/AAAAAAAACPI/ZahbSP-IQQk/s400/2009-1-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356253533510663410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you ask your 5 year old to look after your 20 month old so you can sleep a little longer, he might stick her down in a cooler so she can't move and feed her pop-tarts.  At least she was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't be happy eating a Pop-Tart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8755140682017030851?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8755140682017030851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8755140682017030851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8755140682017030851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8755140682017030851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-give-baby-pop-tart.html' title='If you give a baby a Pop-Tart'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlU8NcfVfPI/AAAAAAAACPI/ZahbSP-IQQk/s72-c/2009-1-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-3791936969863846992</id><published>2009-07-06T20:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:15:09.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars &amp; Stripes Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlKSCmksjkI/AAAAAAAACPA/4SCsRgmGt7U/s1600-h/2009july-1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlKSCmksjkI/AAAAAAAACPA/4SCsRgmGt7U/s400/2009july-1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355503480308796994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little late, I guess.  The Little Guy had the throw ups all day on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I did the dirty work and then left him home with Dad for recovery (and the begging for food).  I spent a lot of the day at my Mom's house with the other 2 kids.  We swam a little and ate a little.  I tried not to fall asleep and Baby Girl pushed through to go the whole day without a nap.  On my other camera I caught maybe one blurry picture of Baby Girl in her cute flag dress.  Hopefully I can get that up and posted around...August?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my first full week since school got out in May that my boys are in something organized longer than 2.5-3 hours at a time.  I am going to seriously catch up on stuff around here.  Or, I'll read books to Baby Girl.  It is just hard to tell how it might go.  I did manage to go to the grocery store, bank and cook dinner tonight.  Things are looking up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I must pace myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-3791936969863846992?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3791936969863846992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=3791936969863846992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3791936969863846992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3791936969863846992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/07/stars-stripes-forever.html' title='Stars &amp; Stripes Forever'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlKSCmksjkI/AAAAAAAACPA/4SCsRgmGt7U/s72-c/2009july-1-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8595084405161768111</id><published>2009-07-05T16:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:47:33.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Epcot '09 +</title><content type='html'>A few more pictures from Disney.  My picture download is slow...nothing patriotic to show right now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlEQE3V71SI/AAAAAAAACNg/T4EJdRe9RPs/s1600-h/2009-2-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlEQE3V71SI/AAAAAAAACNg/T4EJdRe9RPs/s400/2009-2-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355079107681703202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited in line an hour with these monkeys to ride Test-Track.  It was totally worth it to them.  It was one of their favorites.  It could have been worse.  I had candy in my bag and that helped entertain them and a camera to entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlEQEp2sk7I/AAAAAAAACNY/4LGUf4LuL-0/s1600-h/2009-1-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlEQEp2sk7I/AAAAAAAACNY/4LGUf4LuL-0/s400/2009-1-20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355079104061019058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlD9g8G74rI/AAAAAAAACNQ/VhPLHk6xdaA/s1600-h/2009-1-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlD9g8G74rI/AAAAAAAACNQ/VhPLHk6xdaA/s400/2009-1-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058699276378802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cutest and the Wettest little Cinderella ever.  Above is outside my favorite hang-out spot, The Baby Center.  Below she checks the map for us.  We were waiting for a huge storm that eventually came.  We hung out for a short time in a shop (bought more candy) until it passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlD9gjNlWvI/AAAAAAAACNI/QrBWwjCsBec/s1600-h/2009-1-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlD9gjNlWvI/AAAAAAAACNI/QrBWwjCsBec/s400/2009-1-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058692593375986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlD9gZwxldI/AAAAAAAACNA/imRNQRD7VDE/s1600-h/2009-1-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlD9gZwxldI/AAAAAAAACNA/imRNQRD7VDE/s400/2009-1-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058690056623570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Guy loves Epcot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;architecture&lt;/span&gt;.  I rode whatever the ride is in the big golf ball 3 times with him and Baby Girl.  No lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the way to take him to an arcade so he was very willing to get his picture made below.  This is the day after his bad sunburn.  We were supposed to swim and he passed.  The arcade wasn't open yet. It was H-O-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlD9gBLYN9I/AAAAAAAACM4/uNvSmHlDcDM/s1600-h/2009-1-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlD9gBLYN9I/AAAAAAAACM4/uNvSmHlDcDM/s400/2009-1-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058683457320914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Organizational&lt;/span&gt; heaven.  I need this in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlD9gI9b1XI/AAAAAAAACMw/KR4dm_7XOsE/s1600-h/2009-1-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlD9gI9b1XI/AAAAAAAACMw/KR4dm_7XOsE/s400/2009-1-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355058685546321266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLQL-L2XJI/AAAAAAAACHA/st2bYeBdaFs/s1600-h/20090531-Disney09-63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLQL-L2XJI/AAAAAAAACHA/st2bYeBdaFs/s400/20090531-Disney09-63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346564611732036754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLQLm1wcqI/AAAAAAAACG4/Rzgik-jiGQw/s1600-h/20090531-Disney09-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLQLm1wcqI/AAAAAAAACG4/Rzgik-jiGQw/s400/20090531-Disney09-60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346564605465359010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8595084405161768111?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8595084405161768111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8595084405161768111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8595084405161768111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8595084405161768111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/07/epcot-09.html' title='Epcot &apos;09 +'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SlEQE3V71SI/AAAAAAAACNg/T4EJdRe9RPs/s72-c/2009-2-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-7591975592387896673</id><published>2009-07-02T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:22:34.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>21 month old Baby Girl  (her Mom's post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sk1FUJ04OrI/AAAAAAAACMo/T1AMsNBvhWE/s1600-h/jun09-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sk1FUJ04OrI/AAAAAAAACMo/T1AMsNBvhWE/s400/jun09-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354011744550795954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must interrupt my (old) vacation picture posts to wish Baby Girl a happy birthday. I couldn't figure out earlier where I could write something about her where I would find it again when I got around to doing her baby book in 11 years. I want to just bottle her up and I know I will forget some things. Today, July 2nd, 2009 is when she started saying "Circle". She probably was saying this a month ago and I didn't understand her. Four or Five of her words sound exactly like "she". Shoes and TV being two of the words. She-She sounds so much nicer than "shoe", don't you think? She also repeated me when I said rectangle, triangle, etc. Pretty hilarious. I need to pull out the video recorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Grammy and Baby Girl Sunday night at my Aunt's house for dinner. She still takes her "football"/milk everywhere with her. My Mom tried for 25 minutes to get up and leave and Baby Girl would point to the step and say "sit!". They were looking in a very large mirror so lots of fun to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has started scratching and hitting. She likes to say "OW" when she does that. She is really rough with her brothers because she can be. I noticed in the church nursery that she was fine with all the little girls and with the one boy there she was pretty mean. She yelled at him to get out of her way and tried to hurt him. Not very becoming of our little lady. When I ask how she has been in there they say "oh, she was fine. She had a few fits but that isn't unusual for her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears Crocs inside the house most of the day. If she can't find her own she will put on her brother's huge ones. She is definitely going to be a &lt;del&gt;shoe&lt;/del&gt; she-she girl.  She also &lt;del&gt;asks&lt;/del&gt; demands every night that I rock ("wock wock") her. Ahhh. I don't' mind that so much. And lastly I'll say that she is still a very bad car passenger. On our 8 hour ride to FL she only slept 45 minutes. She hollered a lot of the way and would only watch 2 different DVDs. I put on Barney once and she was outraged - can't blame her. She is also a bad passenger just driving across town. Spoiled rotten but cute as a bug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-7591975592387896673?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7591975592387896673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=7591975592387896673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7591975592387896673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7591975592387896673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-must-interrupt-my-old-vacation.html' title='21 month old Baby Girl  (her Mom&apos;s post)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sk1FUJ04OrI/AAAAAAAACMo/T1AMsNBvhWE/s72-c/jun09-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-116120446155269058</id><published>2009-07-01T22:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:01:45.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So long to Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkkxSRN_tYI/AAAAAAAACLI/oym38oqhStc/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkkxSRN_tYI/AAAAAAAACLI/oym38oqhStc/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352863822036055426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides my wonderful, saintly Aunt in Orlando, we also have good friends.  This is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chica&lt;/span&gt; that moved to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt; with me when we had no jobs and lived in a very scary ghetto-like apartment together.  She is the Thelma to my Louise.  Neither of us want to be Thelma so she might say that I am her, but she isn't here right now.  We have stories about looking for jobs in 102 degree weather in cars with no A/C.  I'll just say that the worse interview story for me was the one where in the middle I said "I think I am in the wrong place."  Anyway, we have multiplied since then and it is good to hang out with them again every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group shot of all of us leaving MGM.  This was right before the $20 black Star Wars T-shirts were purchased for the boys.  I am no fun.  I just don't think they are necessary.  They do wear them every day so I guess we are getting our money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Baby Girl is a trooper. This is her 3rd day closing down a theme park.  BTW, she did come home and start sleeping in her bed just as she had before.  I guess she only needs to sleep directly on top of me when she is away from her crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAcTLSwBRI/AAAAAAAACJw/JwTa5M--03g/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAcTLSwBRI/AAAAAAAACJw/JwTa5M--03g/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350307473090675986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the last of my Disney pictures.  I am just publishing them like I read a magazine - backwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-116120446155269058?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/116120446155269058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=116120446155269058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/116120446155269058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/116120446155269058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-long-to-hollywood.html' title='So long to Hollywood'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkkxSRN_tYI/AAAAAAAACLI/oym38oqhStc/s72-c/20090606-20090606-IMG_2636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-3064044852525324146</id><published>2009-06-29T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:26:20.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkWTFGdI86I/AAAAAAAACLA/qYL_pSelW3w/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkWTFGdI86I/AAAAAAAACLA/qYL_pSelW3w/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351845448041165730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh look.  It is a rare picture of my two boys smiling and looking at the camera.  I can't believe The Little Guy's eyes are open and the Big Guy's eyes are not crossed.  That is incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting a long time for a ride at Hollywood Studios.  (of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY want a picture of all three of my kids together!  Sometimes I try so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this isn't them although it reminds me of them - monkeys.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkWTEyqG30I/AAAAAAAACK4/gz3E3M-JvBo/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkWTEyqG30I/AAAAAAAACK4/gz3E3M-JvBo/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351845442726846274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Dad.  Got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkWTE_DRjpI/AAAAAAAACKw/fmUVvCHjkDU/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkWTE_DRjpI/AAAAAAAACKw/fmUVvCHjkDU/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351845446053629586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-3064044852525324146?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3064044852525324146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=3064044852525324146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3064044852525324146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3064044852525324146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkWTFGdI86I/AAAAAAAACLA/qYL_pSelW3w/s72-c/20090606-20090606-IMG_2596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-3203611603584474822</id><published>2009-06-26T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:33:22.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Wars Weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at Disney's Hollywood Studios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-YUybncDI/AAAAAAAACIw/fhDrmalAwXQ/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-YUybncDI/AAAAAAAACIw/fhDrmalAwXQ/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350162365241847858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried last year and on our second try this year The Little Guy was picked to become a Jedi.  My oldest son is more into this stuff but he would never participate in something like this that has a crowd watching.  To make it even more special, a Mom said to my husband after the Little Guy was picked "that is great that your son got picked, but just so you know, we have been waiting here for 45 minutes and our son did NOT get picked!"  The Dad then found an employee and chewed them out.  I sarcastically say WAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-XAHtkFQI/AAAAAAAACII/dvfB7ULRF7I/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-XAHtkFQI/AAAAAAAACII/dvfB7ULRF7I/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350160910665389314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't worry.  It means he is advanced that he is turned around the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue the scary music...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-XAh9LRkI/AAAAAAAACIY/e9CVNHvvVGc/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-XAh9LRkI/AAAAAAAACIY/e9CVNHvvVGc/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350160917710194242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-XAlNPw5I/AAAAAAAACIg/JQzbZHiyBTM/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-XAlNPw5I/AAAAAAAACIg/JQzbZHiyBTM/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350160918582903698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no you DIDN'T just look at me like that, Mr. Horn head! {The Big guy tells me he is Darth Mal and he was only in one movie.}&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-XAV6bSwI/AAAAAAAACIQ/cRlSTysoahY/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-XAV6bSwI/AAAAAAAACIQ/cRlSTysoahY/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350160914477435650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our Little Guy fighting off evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-XA-9b1tI/AAAAAAAACIo/tUiaYjSLF8E/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-XA-9b1tI/AAAAAAAACIo/tUiaYjSLF8E/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350160925495908050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reward for destroying evil in the Kingdom was a Star Wars toothbrush that plays music and a Jedi certificate.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj_JpdqrjfI/AAAAAAAACI4/bmZkvObtnro/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj_JpdqrjfI/AAAAAAAACI4/bmZkvObtnro/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350216596514901490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-3203611603584474822?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3203611603584474822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=3203611603584474822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3203611603584474822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3203611603584474822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/jedi-training.html' title='Jedi Training'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj-YUybncDI/AAAAAAAACIw/fhDrmalAwXQ/s72-c/20090606-20090606-IMG_2520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-5473650443931815660</id><published>2009-06-24T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:27:30.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Hollywood Studios (I want to call it MGM so bad)</title><content type='html'>Our only family picture of the whole trip.  Thank you stranger-man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAbOGjvKiI/AAAAAAAACJg/dosMiZyIDm0/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAbOGjvKiI/AAAAAAAACJg/dosMiZyIDm0/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350306286408772130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAbOBWi80I/AAAAAAAACJo/29p0Q2bQHnY/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAbOBWi80I/AAAAAAAACJo/29p0Q2bQHnY/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350306285011268418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Girl chills out watching Beauty and the Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAbNytq7LI/AAAAAAAACJY/Z8BF2okuZbA/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAbNytq7LI/AAAAAAAACJY/Z8BF2okuZbA/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350306281081728178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lots of cloudy skies through our whole trip.  Is it going to rain and when?  I didn't mind so much because it kept it from being so hot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAbNutJ5NI/AAAAAAAACJQ/7jhEr4_ulAU/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAbNutJ5NI/AAAAAAAACJQ/7jhEr4_ulAU/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350306280005821650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAbNfuHXjI/AAAAAAAACJI/L8XDeOw9-QM/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAbNfuHXjI/AAAAAAAACJI/L8XDeOw9-QM/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350306275983318578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought that the parade was pretty funny.  It was just a Block Party and not a parade, but I am still going to call it a parade.  The little Toy Story Army Men were hilarious.  It may have been because of the beer my friend bought me after not eating all day.  We were on our way to eat and HAD to stop for this parade.  I was getting pretty cranky but the beer really cheered me up.  My Hubby said to make sure I had one at all times for the rest of the trip.  Unlucky for him, I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies were getting dark and my friend and I laughed about the Animal Kingdom parade we saw before a storm years ago.  They were flying by so fast you could hardly see what was on the floats.  It was in super-fast motion.  "Come on guys, we are going to do this parade but we are going to do it in 3 minutes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind that these pictures from the various Disney places are completely out of order.  It is like a little glimpse into my mind and the craziness of my life by trying to follow along with my boring vacation pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-5473650443931815660?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5473650443931815660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=5473650443931815660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5473650443931815660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5473650443931815660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-hollywood-studios-i-want-to-call.html' title='More Hollywood Studios (I want to call it MGM so bad)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SkAbOGjvKiI/AAAAAAAACJg/dosMiZyIDm0/s72-c/20090606-20090606-IMG_2480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-2859175281569491460</id><published>2009-06-22T08:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:40:31.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A good bug is a dead bug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj963g6yWnI/AAAAAAAACH4/BjDbsn50y9M/s1600-h/20090606-20090606-IMG_2516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj963g6yWnI/AAAAAAAACH4/BjDbsn50y9M/s400/20090606-20090606-IMG_2516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350129976487336562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disney's Hollywood Studios Block Party Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love a good parade?  Bugs and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I don't have the video of him dancing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YMCA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-2859175281569491460?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2859175281569491460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=2859175281569491460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2859175281569491460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2859175281569491460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-bug-is-dead-bug.html' title='A good bug is a dead bug.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj963g6yWnI/AAAAAAAACH4/BjDbsn50y9M/s72-c/20090606-20090606-IMG_2516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-2537927145428281159</id><published>2009-06-21T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:26:54.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day and Wow, I haven't blogged in awhile.</title><content type='html'>I'm too tired to make any sense right now.  Happy Father's Day anyway.   Here is an old picture of my baby daddy.  Holding kids upside down and tossing them in the air - it is a good example of what Dads do that Mom's usually don't do.   I would never take my toddler and toss her way up in the air and hope I catch her.  Daddy does that and doesn't blink and eye.  Actually, Baby Girl would be horrified (just like me) if he did that to her.  He lifts her over his head and she squirms.  He would throw the boys over the house and they would love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj203D0C53I/AAAAAAAACHY/K9opRvMSFB8/s1600-h/dad-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj203D0C53I/AAAAAAAACHY/K9opRvMSFB8/s400/dad-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349630790395422578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A painting by MY  Dad.   My Hubby is watching  The Deadliest Catch so it is in honor of that.  A boat. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; BTW, he got to order one of the Deadliest Catches from the TV show at a restaurant on  our anniversary.  He was skeptical that it was from the actual show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj203cFLcZI/AAAAAAAACHg/qhwyEgw6UCw/s1600-h/dad-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj203cFLcZI/AAAAAAAACHg/qhwyEgw6UCw/s400/dad-1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349630796909736338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj203jn9gsI/AAAAAAAACHo/gjgg5i4oeP4/s1600-h/dad-1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj203jn9gsI/AAAAAAAACHo/gjgg5i4oeP4/s400/dad-1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349630798934672066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is my Dad on the left holding me.  Don't worry - it isn't Baby Girl.  I didn't cut bangs on her.  Pretty Groovy outfits, huh?  How do you like that Beetle in the background?  I think that might be the one they always tell me they had to sell to buy milk for me.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-2537927145428281159?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2537927145428281159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=2537927145428281159' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2537927145428281159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2537927145428281159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-and-wow-i-havent.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day and Wow, I haven&apos;t blogged in awhile.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sj203D0C53I/AAAAAAAACHY/K9opRvMSFB8/s72-c/dad-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-1492364916708262745</id><published>2009-06-14T09:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:01:00.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Ears On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLQVG9QDRI/AAAAAAAACHI/44-I6cb4MCI/s1600-h/20090531-Disney09-79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 467px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLQVG9QDRI/AAAAAAAACHI/44-I6cb4MCI/s400/20090531-Disney09-79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346564768705547538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a picture of the wrong Mouse!  I thought his shirt said "Gee your Ears Smell Terrific".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-1492364916708262745?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1492364916708262745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=1492364916708262745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1492364916708262745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1492364916708262745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-your-ears-on.html' title='Get Your Ears On'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLQVG9QDRI/AAAAAAAACHI/44-I6cb4MCI/s72-c/20090531-Disney09-79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-134691835833009391</id><published>2009-06-13T22:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:50:00.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLN8ALBwMI/AAAAAAAACGw/h6Whd_6lhKQ/s1600-h/20090531-Swim09-29-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLN8ALBwMI/AAAAAAAACGw/h6Whd_6lhKQ/s400/20090531-Swim09-29-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346562138364297410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh how I wish I was sitting here again with a glass of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pinot&lt;/span&gt; relaxing...  Let me rewrite that.  How I wish I was sitting there ALONE to relax.  There were usually three kids running in and out slamming the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually hid from my kids out on this deck an hour one afternoon while contemplating hiring a babysitter at $1,543 an hour instead of taking them to Epcot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epcot is a few blocks to the left and we could see the fireworks show at night from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-134691835833009391?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/134691835833009391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=134691835833009391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/134691835833009391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/134691835833009391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation-view.html' title='Vacation View'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLN8ALBwMI/AAAAAAAACGw/h6Whd_6lhKQ/s72-c/20090531-Swim09-29-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-4496759885961047220</id><published>2009-06-13T09:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:32:00.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Story Saturday by Debbie Downer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjBs9CPm3DI/AAAAAAAACFk/98uk8ofW3H8/s1600-h/20080421-20080421-IMG_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjBs9CPm3DI/AAAAAAAACFk/98uk8ofW3H8/s400/20080421-20080421-IMG_0474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345892553518930994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first Sad Story Saturday.  I've got lots of 'em for you.  I'll ease you into it with a not-as-sad story.  Hey!  is that our now dead Rubik Cube in this picture?  And I am laughing OUT loud because what you probably can't see to the right of that is my oldest son's wooden ladybug (the backside) that he made in Kindergarten.  He gave it to our Lego friend and she gave it back with his information on the back (if found return to...).  You know, in case it ever gets LOST.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bahhaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Story Saturday is a result of me turning into my Mother who has turned into my Grandmother.  Always a sad and tragic story to tell... It is inevitable that I will soon be retelling the tragic stories I heard on the 5 o'clock news.  Did you know so-and-so was killed in her car when the big concrete pipes on the truck next to her were not bolted down properly and rolled on top of her?  You know the neighbor that fell off a ladder and killed himself, right? She fell right through the attic and broke her neck.   I don't know about your older family members but most all of mine that are over the age of 80 have fallen in a fire as a child.  One great grandmother even died by falling in a fire cooking or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here we go with something light.  It is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Knights Castle that my boys don't play with.  I just love it and want to keep it for myself.  Just like the Little People they never played with and I now hold on to hope that Baby Girl will have some affection for.  With boys, this was probably the closest thing to a Doll House that I could get.  I guess they couldn't find a way to destroy my house with it.  So, now I shall move it to my basement to get it out of the way (because I refuse to part with it). It makes me sad to think that they are getting too big to play with this stuff and that they never played with it when they were small enough.  Sad, no?  Well, light for sure.  Just you wait.  I have stories of deceased family members coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-4496759885961047220?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4496759885961047220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=4496759885961047220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4496759885961047220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4496759885961047220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-story-saturday-by-debbie-downer.html' title='Sad Story Saturday by Debbie Downer'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjBs9CPm3DI/AAAAAAAACFk/98uk8ofW3H8/s72-c/20080421-20080421-IMG_0474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-7201346507267878434</id><published>2009-06-12T19:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:44:00.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Three Very Weak Vacation Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLMgMJqAuI/AAAAAAAACGo/IRoFz8eu9Vc/s1600-h/20090531-Disney09-58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLMgMJqAuI/AAAAAAAACGo/IRoFz8eu9Vc/s400/20090531-Disney09-58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346560561031807714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLMgOJkdRI/AAAAAAAACGg/FVoEAF07fho/s1600-h/20090530-Swim09-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLMgOJkdRI/AAAAAAAACGg/FVoEAF07fho/s400/20090530-Swim09-28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346560561568314642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLMf8ogNGI/AAAAAAAACGY/lsq0KwfpIwc/s1600-h/20090530-Swim09-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLMf8ogNGI/AAAAAAAACGY/lsq0KwfpIwc/s400/20090530-Swim09-25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346560556866221154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't think these would make you feel too bad about being at home.  Pictures of fake-Donald and Jedi fighting are coming.  Just as soon as I find the thing I need to download pictures off my other camera.  A few things are missing from our trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-7201346507267878434?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7201346507267878434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=7201346507267878434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7201346507267878434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7201346507267878434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-1st-three-very-weak-vacation.html' title='My 1st Three Very Weak Vacation Pictures'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjLMgMJqAuI/AAAAAAAACGo/IRoFz8eu9Vc/s72-c/20090531-Disney09-58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-6952116405325357403</id><published>2009-06-11T21:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:44:21.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of a Gym Rat</title><content type='html'>I am going to try really hard to get up at 4:45AM and get a treadmill at the gym for the 5:30AM class.  Ugh.   Yeah, it is about as awful as you are imagining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been to the gym in exactly 2 weeks.  2 weeks!  I've never gone that long except for my pregnancy breaks.  And I have to say that it has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FABULOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping as late as possible has been heavenly.  Unfortunately, I feel about as bad when I get up as I do at 5AM.  I am catching up on my late TV again which is a plus (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think for a minute that I have been dieting.  I went to the Dr. yesterday and know that I have gained 4 lbs but I do blame that on the vacation and my diet of 3 hamburgers a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ no picture because the only think appropriate would be a picture of me at the gym at 5:30 AM and it is U-G-L-Y -- I was going to take a picture of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Smuckers&lt;/span&gt; Hot Fudge Jar that I licked clean but I threw it away before I could charge my camera battery]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  I went and now I can't walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &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/1018758625818023759-6952116405325357403?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6952116405325357403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=6952116405325357403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6952116405325357403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6952116405325357403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/confession-of-gym-rat.html' title='Confession of a Gym Rat'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-1720155086767329734</id><published>2009-06-10T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:28:17.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more Wordless for Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjBrO8YJwaI/AAAAAAAACFU/i2lpWWQM_3I/s1600-h/20080421-20080421-20080421-IMG_0412edreamyglow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjBrO8YJwaI/AAAAAAAACFU/i2lpWWQM_3I/s400/20080421-20080421-20080421-IMG_0412edreamyglow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345890662158549410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one more word &lt;/span&gt;for Wednesday.  And the one word is:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-1720155086767329734?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/1720155086767329734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=1720155086767329734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1720155086767329734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/1720155086767329734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-wordless-for-wednesday.html' title='One more Wordless for Wednesday'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SjBrO8YJwaI/AAAAAAAACFU/i2lpWWQM_3I/s72-c/20080421-20080421-20080421-IMG_0412edreamyglow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8727649725517102138</id><published>2009-06-10T06:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:30:00.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Si7XiGrOfEI/AAAAAAAACEM/E5ATQtJCq3I/s1600-h/TBBG_Blog_sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Si7XiGrOfEI/AAAAAAAACEM/E5ATQtJCq3I/s400/TBBG_Blog_sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345446788642798658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8727649725517102138?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8727649725517102138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8727649725517102138' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8727649725517102138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8727649725517102138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Si7XiGrOfEI/AAAAAAAACEM/E5ATQtJCq3I/s72-c/TBBG_Blog_sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-7951445129180305442</id><published>2009-06-09T17:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:39:35.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Real World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Si7WVX2B2kI/AAAAAAAACEE/BweS0Wz0JY8/s1600-h/20090531-Disney09-114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Si7WVX2B2kI/AAAAAAAACEE/BweS0Wz0JY8/s400/20090531-Disney09-114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345445470401583682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are home from Disney and trying to readjust to the Real World (aka cleaning and unpacking).  It isn't fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-7951445129180305442?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7951445129180305442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=7951445129180305442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7951445129180305442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7951445129180305442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-real-world.html' title='Back to the Real World'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Si7WVX2B2kI/AAAAAAAACEE/BweS0Wz0JY8/s72-c/20090531-Disney09-114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8845848723814750127</id><published>2009-06-07T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:11:00.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sic9XWfOfPI/AAAAAAAACDs/ObOXhnksdvg/s1600-h/may-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sic9XWfOfPI/AAAAAAAACDs/ObOXhnksdvg/s400/may-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343306954281221362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at it's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7.5 years of being exhausted and inhaling your meals and you would be glad to have a quiet dinner too.   You understand that I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt; except for the screaming toddler at the other end of the table throwing food left and right.  It is all relative I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8845848723814750127?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8845848723814750127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8845848723814750127' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8845848723814750127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8845848723814750127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/slacker-parenting.html' title='Slacker Parenting'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sic9XWfOfPI/AAAAAAAACDs/ObOXhnksdvg/s72-c/may-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8343739686589795635</id><published>2009-06-05T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:16:02.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sic8miwjMXI/AAAAAAAACDk/9ZVmjcWACs4/s1600-h/may-1-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sic8miwjMXI/AAAAAAAACDk/9ZVmjcWACs4/s400/may-1-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343306115761516914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or my house.  You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'m sure I don't have to point out the big grown-up claw hand on the right but did you see Mickey Mouse pointing on the left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1018758625818023759-8343739686589795635?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8343739686589795635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8343739686589795635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8343739686589795635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8343739686589795635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/lego-land.html' title='Lego Land'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sic8miwjMXI/AAAAAAAACDk/9ZVmjcWACs4/s72-c/may-1-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-6185366152958364173</id><published>2009-06-03T18:53:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:23:40.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions Answered</title><content type='html'>I am in FL for the week on vacation.  That is if you call trying to entertain and feed 3 kids without all my usual stuff a vacation.  My Hubby is at a conference most of the week so I am mostly on my own except for the last two days when my saint-like Aunt has taken us in.  I didn't bring my cord to download pictures so that will have to wait.  Until then I thought I would answer some of the questions (those I can remember) from my comments.  I never reply back so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Ted"&lt;/span&gt; - That is the Stadium where the Atlanta Braves play.  We were supposed to go a couple of weeks ago and the game was rained out.   The Boys' Little League teams were parading around the field.  We don't go to the games a whole lot because I am not such a big fan of sitting in the heat and sun and watching grass grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rubik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cube&lt;/span&gt; - I didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;throw it away...I am just now uploading my picture of it.  My Hubby never said anything else about it (he was attempting to fix it).  I just saw it in the trash one day and decided to take a picture of it.  We will NOT buy another one.  We also had a "Snake" that I can't find.  I think some of the plastic pieces were taken off of it although it was still operable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in my Dryer&lt;/span&gt;:  Yes!  There really are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my dryer.  I can often pull a small handful out, but there are some that are inside - I don't know where.  They rattle a bit when I first start drying clothes.  It used to be annoying and now it is just part of my life and I don't think much about it.  The dryer hasn't broken down yet so I try not to worry about it too much.  If you saw all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my living room floor you wouldn't be surprised.  We bought both boys a Lego kit at the Lego Store at Downtown Disney (we are stupid) so our hotel room and also my Aunt's house has little pieces everywhere.  I heard the housekeeper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; up little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I felt right at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baseball&lt;/span&gt;:  The Big Guy is only 7 and a half.  He started playing T-Ball when he was 4.  He has played every Spring and also played last Fall.  He is in the Minor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IIs&lt;/span&gt; and will be there for one more season before moving up to Minor Is where the kids are pitching.  They have a machine right now.  He was the smallest one on this last team and was stuck daydreaming in the outfield a lot.  He seems to really enjoy it so we will just keep it up until he doesn't.  The games were pretty exciting when I could actually watch and not chase Baby Girl around.  I'm not that big of a baseball fan and am not like the other team Mom's that make signs, scream and overall seem REALLY in to it.  I did try to wear a sweater in the team's color on the last day of playoffs so you know, yea me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:  No, I never was a Supermodel but I can see where you would think that.  Oh, I'm just kidding to make you laugh (hard).  I did want to be in the local newspaper's beauty pageant when I was in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  My mother didn't let me because I guess I was so ugly and she was trying to spare me the rejection.  Which when I think about it probably was more damaging than not winning the contest?  We will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I could remember so let me know if I forgot something incredibly important or pressing.  As if.  It would only be natural that people would ask me about stain removal tips.  I should be better at that with the life I have led.  I can only say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oxi&lt;/span&gt;-Clean Spray got Black Sharpie out of upholstery for me once.  and the Rug Doctor works pretty good on carpet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-6185366152958364173?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6185366152958364173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=6185366152958364173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6185366152958364173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6185366152958364173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/questions-answered.html' title='Questions Answered'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-745063960428674434</id><published>2009-06-03T10:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:17:26.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SiaF2diusCI/AAAAAAAACDc/vFTlqVIVT9M/s1600-h/may-1-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SiaF2diusCI/AAAAAAAACDc/vFTlqVIVT9M/s400/may-1-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343105178611396642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-745063960428674434?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/745063960428674434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=745063960428674434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/745063960428674434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/745063960428674434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/06/trash.html' title='Trash'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SiaF2diusCI/AAAAAAAACDc/vFTlqVIVT9M/s72-c/may-1-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-7700067594987338539</id><published>2009-05-26T22:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:51:13.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/ShyiXcM_SvI/AAAAAAAACCU/-4UjlzgRIvg/s1600-h/may-1-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/ShyiXcM_SvI/AAAAAAAACCU/-4UjlzgRIvg/s400/may-1-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340321781745928946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so thankful for the men and women that serve our country.  I have a comfortable life because of the sacrifice of others.  The boys went to a special service Monday morning and heard some spectacular stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also climbed poles (monkeys) in front of helicopters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/ShyiW2h5vaI/AAAAAAAACCM/j0gNDf7YnzQ/s1600-h/may-1-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/ShyiW2h5vaI/AAAAAAAACCM/j0gNDf7YnzQ/s400/may-1-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340321771633098146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/ShyiW0jM9eI/AAAAAAAACCE/Tcfy6xiFV80/s1600-h/may-1-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/ShyiW0jM9eI/AAAAAAAACCE/Tcfy6xiFV80/s400/may-1-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340321771101681122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG (Baby Girl not to be confused with Big Guy) and I hung out at the house.  I think this picture is after she threw up the first time.  I know that by the #2 patriotic outfit she is wearing.  Finally overbuying pays off for me (her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/ShyiWonGi5I/AAAAAAAACB8/XDL9bVmVeuU/s1600-h/may-1-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/ShyiWonGi5I/AAAAAAAACB8/XDL9bVmVeuU/s400/may-1-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340321767896812434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has a stomach bug and I should stop saying that because it worries my boys when I talk about having a bug in them.  She is doing much better.  She is pale (who would know being my child?) and her usually huge stomach is very flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have officially started summer around here except for the gloomy, rainy weather that won't let up.  We have very little planned this week so I have already heard "I am bored a couple of times.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-7700067594987338539?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7700067594987338539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=7700067594987338539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7700067594987338539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7700067594987338539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-2009.html' title='Memorial Day 2009'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/ShyiXcM_SvI/AAAAAAAACCU/-4UjlzgRIvg/s72-c/may-1-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-6067128540513470450</id><published>2009-05-22T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:47:00.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No-Baseball Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/ShdIARC3pFI/AAAAAAAACB0/qdPa00aacRU/s1600-h/TBBGblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/ShdIARC3pFI/AAAAAAAACB0/qdPa00aacRU/s400/TBBGblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338815052683650130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Little Guy dreaming in the outfield.  That is what you do in the outfield when you are 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First weekend without baseball.  Woohooo!  As of today, everyone is out of school.  We are just home doing nothing next week so I don't know how great I am going to be feeling about it then.   We finally got our minivan back from the body shop today.  It was tough on our family of five (me) to only have a sedan all week.   My Hubby was housebound the most.  If he is smart he will find a reason to be away next week.  I think he already has.  Maine?  Pittsburgh?  Very random places that could very well be made up.  Again, can't blame him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to baseball.  The Big Guy's team made it to the playoffs but lost before the finals.  There were a whole lot of 7 and 8 year old boys crying.  It was tough to see and a bit heartbreaking to me.  The next night was the picking of the all-star team so more hard life lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is slow so I can't write any more.  I know you are disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-6067128540513470450?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6067128540513470450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=6067128540513470450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6067128540513470450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6067128540513470450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-baseball-blogging.html' title='No-Baseball Blogging'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/ShdIARC3pFI/AAAAAAAACB0/qdPa00aacRU/s72-c/TBBGblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-4034059833692379962</id><published>2009-05-17T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:31:00.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8Xn10fbbI/AAAAAAAACAs/xr6IRCXgdKI/s1600-h/cube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8Xn10fbbI/AAAAAAAACAs/xr6IRCXgdKI/s400/cube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336510056686906802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8U-NfTOXI/AAAAAAAACAk/BgNpGPc32KY/s1600-h/guess-1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8U-NfTOXI/AAAAAAAACAk/BgNpGPc32KY/s400/guess-1-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336507142462716274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you guessed it.  It is a Rubik Cube that has been taken apart.  We awoke to The Big Guy at 6:22 AM yesterday  saying "Daddy, I am SO sorry, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Guy&lt;/span&gt; picked up the Brain Quest cards and the Cube was on top and it fell to the floor and broke.  They are such little liars.  I have been reminding my husband that it fell to the carpeted floor and just broke like that.  He had to give the ongoing speech of "I have had that thing for 25 years and you break it in 5 minutes."  He put it back together although I doubt it will ever be the same again since glue was involved.  I believe the Snake was slightly broken awhile back.  I don't even know where it is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you can Google Rubik and find many sites that will help you figure out how to solve that puzzle.  How did I ever grow up without the Internet?  I had to learn everything the hard way.  Actually, I doubt I could even follow the Internet instructions so never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8Xn10fbbI/AAAAAAAACAs/xr6IRCXgdKI/s1600-h/cube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8Xn10fbbI/AAAAAAAACAs/xr6IRCXgdKI/s400/cube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336510056686906802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-4034059833692379962?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/4034059833692379962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=4034059833692379962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4034059833692379962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/4034059833692379962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/contest-answer.html' title='Contest Answer'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8Xn10fbbI/AAAAAAAACAs/xr6IRCXgdKI/s72-c/cube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-5043173797151219881</id><published>2009-05-17T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:00:00.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest: Second Hint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8UBw7--0I/AAAAAAAACAc/W5strqNWODQ/s1600-h/guess-1-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8UBw7--0I/AAAAAAAACAc/W5strqNWODQ/s400/guess-1-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336506104006245186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Destructive kids?   Anyone?  Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are as old as me  you might be on to something by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-5043173797151219881?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5043173797151219881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=5043173797151219881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5043173797151219881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5043173797151219881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/contest-second-hint.html' title='Contest: Second Hint'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8UBw7--0I/AAAAAAAACAc/W5strqNWODQ/s72-c/guess-1-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-7662559918870523549</id><published>2009-05-16T22:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:25:00.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest:  First Hint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8TVcmX1aI/AAAAAAAACAU/f4asGDznt18/s1600-h/guess-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8TVcmX1aI/AAAAAAAACAU/f4asGDznt18/s400/guess-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336505342632646050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does this help?  Maybe not unless you were at my house at 6:22 a.m. this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-7662559918870523549?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7662559918870523549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=7662559918870523549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7662559918870523549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7662559918870523549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/contest-first-hint.html' title='Contest:  First Hint'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8TVcmX1aI/AAAAAAAACAU/f4asGDznt18/s72-c/guess-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8511817439304637183</id><published>2009-05-16T15:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:22:35.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8RUa1PkpI/AAAAAAAACAM/c03SCEgdROQ/s1600-h/guess-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8RUa1PkpI/AAAAAAAACAM/c03SCEgdROQ/s400/guess-1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336503125955023506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just a contest but possibly the worst contest ever.  There is no prize except for the knowledge that you are an absolute genius for figuring this out.  If you know what this is by this picture alone I may have to find a prize for you.   Guess away and I'll let you know what it is before Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8511817439304637183?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8511817439304637183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8511817439304637183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8511817439304637183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8511817439304637183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/contest.html' title='Contest'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sg8RUa1PkpI/AAAAAAAACAM/c03SCEgdROQ/s72-c/guess-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-8305502133989561861</id><published>2009-05-13T20:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:49:00.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sgn9l8bs4hI/AAAAAAAAB_8/Z2cSP-FmaE4/s1600-h/log-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sgn9l8bs4hI/AAAAAAAAB_8/Z2cSP-FmaE4/s400/log-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335074061916365330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sgn9lruJHOI/AAAAAAAAB_0/xn0JxQICSc4/s1600-h/log-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sgn9lruJHOI/AAAAAAAAB_0/xn0JxQICSc4/s400/log-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335074057430310114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-8305502133989561861?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/8305502133989561861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=8305502133989561861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8305502133989561861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/8305502133989561861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sgn9l8bs4hI/AAAAAAAAB_8/Z2cSP-FmaE4/s72-c/log-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-6139897936030043878</id><published>2009-05-12T18:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:57:11.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sgn5Tt__fcI/AAAAAAAAB-0/csXOEF-FBh4/s1600-h/Max-4281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sgn5Tt__fcI/AAAAAAAAB-0/csXOEF-FBh4/s400/Max-4281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335069350757891522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sgn5TrqkXtI/AAAAAAAAB-8/vu9tOk61Pfo/s1600-h/Max-4514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sgn5TrqkXtI/AAAAAAAAB-8/vu9tOk61Pfo/s400/Max-4514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335069350131162834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Big Guy's team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have games or practice every night this week...the Little Guy's team is thrown into that mix and some of it is makeups from the rain.  My calendar is full enough without having to keep up with what field, what kid, what time and who has snacks.  Playoffs are next week and I will be glad to have a break from it all.  Not to sound like too much of a martyr because I actually stay home with Baby Girl or some other child a lot of the time.  Like right now.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-6139897936030043878?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6139897936030043878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=6139897936030043878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6139897936030043878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6139897936030043878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sgn5Tt__fcI/AAAAAAAAB-0/csXOEF-FBh4/s72-c/Max-4281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-6428039189649677422</id><published>2009-05-10T22:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:24:48.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Gutter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SgeKUWfI0DI/AAAAAAAAB-s/BpIoOLdA5w4/s1600-h/Max-4408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SgeKUWfI0DI/AAAAAAAAB-s/BpIoOLdA5w4/s400/Max-4408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334384365881839666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they cute sitting there?  They were also very sweaty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to wear flip flops to the ball field anymore because those big cleat-feet hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wouldn't be my baby girl without a hat on her head and cup in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a good Mother's Day.  Mine was fine complete with a large bowl of ice cream and a nap.  We had lunch at a Crepe place that didn't go over too well with my hubby or Mama.  The kids were pretty good, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Big Guy gave me a chocolate chip cookie for Mother's Day that he got in Sunday School.  He had nibbled all around the sides.  How thoughtful?  I am now remembering that I have left it in my car and hope it isn't melted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-6428039189649677422?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/6428039189649677422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=6428039189649677422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6428039189649677422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/6428039189649677422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-gutter.html' title='In the Gutter'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SgeKUWfI0DI/AAAAAAAAB-s/BpIoOLdA5w4/s72-c/Max-4408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-2286634345124816031</id><published>2009-05-05T22:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:09:51.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on a minute</title><content type='html'>Hi, Blog.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SgDxEnV6reI/AAAAAAAAB-E/ydk29Bz6lMI/s1600-h/ecs-1968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SgDxEnV6reI/AAAAAAAAB-E/ydk29Bz6lMI/s400/ecs-1968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332527020389346786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little picture to hold you over until my life is a little less crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sharpie in my Little Guy's hand is a dangerous thing.  I am not a fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-2286634345124816031?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2286634345124816031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=2286634345124816031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2286634345124816031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2286634345124816031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/hold-on-minute.html' title='Hold on a minute'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SgDxEnV6reI/AAAAAAAAB-E/ydk29Bz6lMI/s72-c/ecs-1968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-7718733603596346416</id><published>2009-05-01T23:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:56:33.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day!  May Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SfvC8oZDfcI/AAAAAAAAB90/zLPHikGyTRA/s1600-h/1999-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SfvC8oZDfcI/AAAAAAAAB90/zLPHikGyTRA/s400/1999-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331068930813558210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SfvC8uUZ-8I/AAAAAAAAB98/-buHZX07Mb0/s1600-h/1999-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SfvC8uUZ-8I/AAAAAAAAB98/-buHZX07Mb0/s400/1999-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331068932404673474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is our 10 year anniversary.  Who knew we would end up here with 3 kids instead of what could have been a very lucrative perfume advertising campaign.  Can't you see the wind whipping through my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SepWwzLftlI/AAAAAAAAB8c/-eVX-J-lJAY/s1600-h/20090405-Easter09-217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SepWwzLftlI/AAAAAAAAB8c/-eVX-J-lJAY/s400/20090405-Easter09-217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326164905691166290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-7718733603596346416?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/7718733603596346416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=7718733603596346416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7718733603596346416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/7718733603596346416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-day-may-day.html' title='May Day!  May Day!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SfvC8oZDfcI/AAAAAAAAB90/zLPHikGyTRA/s72-c/1999-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-5683202751997231866</id><published>2009-04-23T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:30:00.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SanzWJqoYiI/AAAAAAAAByw/IX5lvZPl0sU/s1600-h/20090224-20090224-IMG_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SanzWJqoYiI/AAAAAAAAByw/IX5lvZPl0sU/s400/20090224-20090224-IMG_0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308041197710238242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My picture from 2 months ago that I forgot to post.  That is my kiddo hanging out by the dangerous fireplace.  She used to move my protective pillows and make a seat for herself there.  Now she has taken to climbing up on top and dancing.  Not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-5683202751997231866?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/5683202751997231866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=5683202751997231866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5683202751997231866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/5683202751997231866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/04/sucker.html' title='Sucker'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SanzWJqoYiI/AAAAAAAAByw/IX5lvZPl0sU/s72-c/20090224-20090224-IMG_0061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-9004209245612331786</id><published>2009-04-22T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:00:00.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SepXwUsYaVI/AAAAAAAAB8s/Pzu2FTfsb38/s1600-h/20090412-EasterDay09-266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SepXwUsYaVI/AAAAAAAAB8s/Pzu2FTfsb38/s400/20090412-EasterDay09-266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326165997019228498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-9004209245612331786?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/9004209245612331786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=9004209245612331786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/9004209245612331786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/9004209245612331786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SepXwUsYaVI/AAAAAAAAB8s/Pzu2FTfsb38/s72-c/20090412-EasterDay09-266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-2205881792320856060</id><published>2009-04-21T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:19:00.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.practicallynecessary.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SbHZ8PPNwNI/AAAAAAAAB14/uyL7M-x_xAA/s400/stylishaprons-711948.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310265064552251602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't these cute?  You can find them &lt;a href="http://www.practicallynecessary.com/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I wish I was the type that might wear one.  I don't really need them for what I do with the microwave.  I can just hear the many many questions I would get from my kids if I wore one.  I wonder what you are supposed to put in that pocket?  A recipe?  Just wondering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-2205881792320856060?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/2205881792320856060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=2205881792320856060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2205881792320856060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/2205881792320856060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-pretty.html' title='I feel pretty'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SbHZ8PPNwNI/AAAAAAAAB14/uyL7M-x_xAA/s72-c/stylishaprons-711948.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-3612028759593459592</id><published>2009-04-20T21:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:32:00.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sanz9A3MKoI/AAAAAAAABzQ/HQ9uc1q7Cjs/s1600-h/20090213-Valentine-55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sanz9A3MKoI/AAAAAAAABzQ/HQ9uc1q7Cjs/s400/20090213-Valentine-55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308041865361894018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Big Nanny.  Is it big enough? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1018758625818023759-3612028759593459592?l=mommyspage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/feeds/3612028759593459592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1018758625818023759&amp;postID=3612028759593459592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3612028759593459592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1018758625818023759/posts/default/3612028759593459592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/04/bow-baby.html' title='Bow Baby'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/R_hSW7AbYQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fgipcM4HFeU/S220/lisa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/Sanz9A3MKoI/AAAAAAAABzQ/HQ9uc1q7Cjs/s72-c/20090213-Valentine-55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
