<?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-6754947649266903673</id><updated>2012-02-17T15:53:16.079-06:00</updated><category term='articles'/><category term='moving'/><category term='kids-artwork'/><category term='helpful hints'/><category term='news'/><category term='general conference'/><category term='birthday activities'/><category term='death'/><category term='lists'/><category term='loss'/><category term='oops'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='nice weather'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='projects'/><category term='art'/><category term='questions for the masses'/><category term='grad school'/><category term='easter'/><category term='kae'/><category term='cute things'/><category term='frugal funlife lessonsaround the housemeghan'/><category term='kids say the darndest things'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='summer'/><category term='grandparents'/><category term='family'/><category term='cullan'/><category term='st pattys day'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='kid interviews'/><category term='labor day'/><category term='surprises'/><category term='friends'/><category term='around the house'/><category term='date-nights'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='kael'/><category term='meghan'/><category term='mom school'/><category term='pure talent=)'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='sick-DR'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='tips and tricks'/><category term='something yummy'/><category term='4th of july'/><category term='great gifts'/><category term='something fun'/><category term='memorial day'/><category term='rants'/><category term='briea'/><category term='garran'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='party'/><category term='goals'/><category term='camping'/><category term='photo shoots'/><category term='fall'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='school'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='church stuff'/><category term='playing'/><category term='life'/><category term='sweet moments'/><category term='traveling'/><category term='something'/><category term='community stuff'/><category term='Wal-Mart Drama'/><category term='fun mail'/><category term='pinterest'/><category term='mothers day'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='crazy mom moments'/><category term='bad weather'/><category term='LOVE'/><category term='good deeds'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='irish twins'/><category term='funny moments'/><category term='frugal fun'/><category term='sibs'/><category term='new years eve'/><category term='ayla'/><category term='randoms'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='kids activities'/><category term='fathers day'/><title type='text'>Delights and Debacles</title><subtitle type='html'>You probably wouldn't believe it unless you were there!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1626</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-8142173431613113808</id><published>2012-02-16T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T11:56:12.864-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Oliver</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1Rrma5Lv84/Tz1CQeUvoFI/AAAAAAAAVXg/ROnava1dlDk/s1600/CIMG0940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1Rrma5Lv84/Tz1CQeUvoFI/AAAAAAAAVXg/ROnava1dlDk/s400/CIMG0940.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(a lady in Nauvoo Illinois did this for Ed &amp;amp; Stacy. They gave us a copy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver Palmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July 11, 2001-February 16, 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver passed peacefully this morning around 4:15am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will miss this little boy more than words. However, I am thankful that he is not suffering and that he can be at peace. I pray for his family as I know that the road of grieving will not be an easy one. Please pray for them. DIPG is such an ugly monster to steal your child. Pray for research. Pray for a cure. Pray that no more children will have to pass away without answers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-8142173431613113808?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8142173431613113808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=8142173431613113808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8142173431613113808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8142173431613113808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/02/oliver.html' title='Oliver'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1Rrma5Lv84/Tz1CQeUvoFI/AAAAAAAAVXg/ROnava1dlDk/s72-c/CIMG0940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-297397430457279455</id><published>2012-02-14T16:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:09:03.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Im honored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M9oUl1IX3no?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="" style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who knew someone would write a song about my life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks jean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-297397430457279455?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/297397430457279455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=297397430457279455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/297397430457279455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/297397430457279455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-honored.html' title='Im honored!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/M9oUl1IX3no/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-5306971320638880832</id><published>2012-02-13T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:11:29.777-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibs'/><title type='text'>sadness and life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it seems as though my heart as been so heavy for the last few weeks. it is miserable watching others that you care about suffer and go through things like losing children or watching their children die. no one should have to go through that. sadly suffering is part of this life. it does not make it fair. but it does happen. it has made me think a lot about our own little family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have started looking at my own children recently and wonder how I am doing. (I am not really writing this for any response. More just to journal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i was not feeling well. I have been super sick all day and pretty much hung on the couch in between trips to the bathroom. I was watching the girls play&amp;nbsp;together&amp;nbsp;on the floor and just started to think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i started to wonder how I am doing as a mother. I know that there is always things that we can improve on. but I wonder if they are happy. if they will look back on their childhood, will they have happy memories. i hope so. i think if i were to lose one of them tomorrow, or if they became sick, would what they have lived so far be full of happiness and love. it makes me want to do more. not necessarily run out and spend money on them or anything like that. However I do want to try harder to make more and better memories for them. I want them to life every minute of their life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know it is unrealistic to think that we can be having fun every day all day non stop. i do think that you can take the small moments though and make time for laughter, for silliness, for love. there are days like to &amp;nbsp;day when i can not remember laughing at all. when i feel so sick, or tired or just so busy that it seems like their are not enough hours in the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what i have decided is that their are never going to be enough hours in the day for it all. for all the chores. for all the errands. for all the love and laughter. so i will just have to change some&amp;nbsp;priorities. i have to stop worrying about what others think so much. worry about if others think i am&amp;nbsp;successful&amp;nbsp;or not as a mom, wife, homemaker. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is a sign that i have seen in others homes that i love. it says, "sorry my house is a mess, my children are busy making memories". That is how i am going to be from now on. so if you stop by and there are toys all over the floor, laundry baskets waiting to be folded, or other messes please excuse them. i want my children to remember love and laughter, not watching me fold laundry. I know those things will have &amp;nbsp;to happen. &amp;nbsp;I am fully aware that there is no magic fairy that comes while you sleep. I am just going to change they way i do things. when I do things. how i do things. hopefully i will be better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my heart aches for those i know that have lost or are losing children. my biggest fear is that i would lose one of my children. so i want to make sure that they have no doubt in their mind how much i love them and how happy they make me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6754947649266903673-5306971320638880832?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5306971320638880832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=5306971320638880832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5306971320638880832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5306971320638880832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/02/sadness-and-life.html' title='sadness and life'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7272924397674812170</id><published>2012-02-06T21:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:49:30.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garran'/><title type='text'>kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well there are moments in life that you just can't take back. they seem to move in slow motion. that was a moment i had on Sunday. garran had to go to church early due to meetings and so I got all the kids dressed and loaded them all up in the van. of course as soon as we get to church, briea informs me that she has to go potty. (we are potty training, so this was an important announcement) I unload everyone from the van and we head inside. Trying to get everyone in the building and through the same door some Sundays is like trying to herd cats in one general direction. I get everyone inside and push my was into the ladies restroom. three of the four go willingly. Cullan however absolutely would not go. he stood firmly in the door way informing me that if he stepped foot in the girls bathroom that he would get cooties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told him he could stand right out side the door, but that he had better not move. I get briea on the toilet and Kael is using the other bathroom. Ayla is having fun just wondering around the bathroom. Kael finishes and washes his hands. By this point I am helping Briea off the toilet and getting her outfit back together. She starts to wash her hands, Cullan and Kael are at the door arguing about who has cooties now, and I can not find Ayla. I look in the bathroom stall and there she is, her hands wet from toilet water (luckily clean) and in her mouth. (Yeah I know, insert gagging sound).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dry her hands the best I can and were about to wash them when I got distracted with one of the other kids. Cullan was holding the door open and out she went. I hear her squeal with delight and hear Garran say "Hey A Babe". I come around the corner just in time to see him get a lovely open mouth kiss from her. He looked so happy. I thought for a minute about not telling him but then he went to kiss me. I said, not so fast. I would not be so happy about that Ayla kiss, since her hands were just in the toilet and then in her mouth! He looked a little queasy and that was how our day at church started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-7272924397674812170?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7272924397674812170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7272924397674812170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7272924397674812170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7272924397674812170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/02/kisses.html' title='kisses'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-4414872711931138081</id><published>2012-02-04T22:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T22:10:59.187-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>briea.....helping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwVqcCK5KBI/Ty4AsemN4NI/AAAAAAAAVXM/Cwu8hpC8uSc/s1600/DSC_0373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwVqcCK5KBI/Ty4AsemN4NI/AAAAAAAAVXM/Cwu8hpC8uSc/s400/DSC_0373.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i told briea the other day that i had to wash their new sheets before i could put them on the beds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she said she wanted to help. so i told her she could take them to the laundry room. when i went to check on the dryer..(wondering why i had not heard the buzzer) i opened the door to find this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta love how their little minds work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-4414872711931138081?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4414872711931138081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=4414872711931138081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4414872711931138081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4414872711931138081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/02/brieahelping.html' title='briea.....helping.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xwVqcCK5KBI/Ty4AsemN4NI/AAAAAAAAVXM/Cwu8hpC8uSc/s72-c/DSC_0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3557667771230556182</id><published>2012-02-04T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T22:07:13.210-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date-nights'/><title type='text'>a date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TT27JDFLzA/Ty4AAgI3TjI/AAAAAAAAVXE/1O5LWXIauF8/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TT27JDFLzA/Ty4AAgI3TjI/AAAAAAAAVXE/1O5LWXIauF8/s400/IMG_0589.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got to go on a date with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He got to go on a date with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was pretty excited too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was long over do -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-3557667771230556182?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3557667771230556182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3557667771230556182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3557667771230556182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3557667771230556182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/02/date.html' title='a date.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0TT27JDFLzA/Ty4AAgI3TjI/AAAAAAAAVXE/1O5LWXIauF8/s72-c/IMG_0589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7178729236888290909</id><published>2012-02-04T22:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T22:04:19.492-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet moments'/><title type='text'>Sweetness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cmoj7-9wco/Ty3_bpsGOcI/AAAAAAAAVW8/33uv3FqCFdo/s1600/IMG_0570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cmoj7-9wco/Ty3_bpsGOcI/AAAAAAAAVW8/33uv3FqCFdo/s400/IMG_0570.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if I already posted this picture or not. But I wanted to make sure. I love that she has rosy little cheeks and that she is snuggling her baby doll.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-7178729236888290909?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7178729236888290909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7178729236888290909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7178729236888290909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7178729236888290909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/02/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cmoj7-9wco/Ty3_bpsGOcI/AAAAAAAAVW8/33uv3FqCFdo/s72-c/IMG_0570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-1196873916897991075</id><published>2012-02-04T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T21:43:06.510-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>grief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d55Cn2cjmU0/Ty35w1yLbtI/AAAAAAAAVW0/WYWNT-BvNUc/s1600/DSC_0453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d55Cn2cjmU0/Ty35w1yLbtI/AAAAAAAAVW0/WYWNT-BvNUc/s400/DSC_0453.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as this is a family journal of sorts, i post things on here that are more for us than my readers. this is one of those times. above is my older sister and mom. we only found her this past August and met in November.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday she lost her only son. my heart aches for her. i can not imagine the pain she is going through. to lose a child is not something i have never experienced nor hope to. sadly i know to many that have or are in the process of it. my heart aches for all of them. i pray daily for all of you. today my prayers are for Victoria. I know this time must be unbearable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-1196873916897991075?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1196873916897991075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=1196873916897991075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1196873916897991075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1196873916897991075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/02/grief.html' title='grief.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d55Cn2cjmU0/Ty35w1yLbtI/AAAAAAAAVW0/WYWNT-BvNUc/s72-c/DSC_0453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7619263699478213785</id><published>2012-02-01T13:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:37:29.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>A gift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lrbONK24Nk/TymT8eCcbOI/AAAAAAAAVWY/vpr2TiuUOm4/s1600/DSC_0374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lrbONK24Nk/TymT8eCcbOI/AAAAAAAAVWY/vpr2TiuUOm4/s400/DSC_0374.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there was &amp;nbsp;a visiting artist at NIU and she did a print while she was here. she ended up leaving the block and so they used it to do a demonstration. Garran thought that I would like one and brought it home for me. Sorry the bottom is blurry. Ayla started to grab it just as i snapped the picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i will just have to frame it and figure out where to put it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-7619263699478213785?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7619263699478213785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7619263699478213785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7619263699478213785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7619263699478213785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/02/gift.html' title='A gift.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0lrbONK24Nk/TymT8eCcbOI/AAAAAAAAVWY/vpr2TiuUOm4/s72-c/DSC_0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3942160046735270487</id><published>2012-01-31T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:00:10.736-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet moments'/><title type='text'>one of those moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhNNWCMt8vI/TygPRvJ-AhI/AAAAAAAAVWQ/OqbjvhqdZLM/s1600/DSC_0387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhNNWCMt8vI/TygPRvJ-AhI/AAAAAAAAVWQ/OqbjvhqdZLM/s400/DSC_0387.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she fell asleep like this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just love the way she is sitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love that there are toys scattered on the couch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's just one of those moments that i love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-3942160046735270487?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3942160046735270487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3942160046735270487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3942160046735270487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3942160046735270487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-those-moments.html' title='one of those moments.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhNNWCMt8vI/TygPRvJ-AhI/AAAAAAAAVWQ/OqbjvhqdZLM/s72-c/DSC_0387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-8530617314442240196</id><published>2012-01-31T09:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:54:47.304-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briea'/><title type='text'>just the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;now that the boys are in school for most of the day, it is just us girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;while i miss the boys so much some days, i am really enjoying my time with the girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we get to run errands, play, watch dora and read books.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;all kinds of fun things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHjAB41k-UY/TygNeKRDvYI/AAAAAAAAVVw/H2zMuqxKuuE/s1600/DSC_0377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHjAB41k-UY/TygNeKRDvYI/AAAAAAAAVVw/H2zMuqxKuuE/s400/DSC_0377.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5s3lEXsGnpE/TygNf3LumPI/AAAAAAAAVV4/31dTbV-9iTM/s1600/DSC_0380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5s3lEXsGnpE/TygNf3LumPI/AAAAAAAAVV4/31dTbV-9iTM/s400/DSC_0380.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQHJsTDZ66E/TygNg99jZvI/AAAAAAAAVWA/4rUF5IQgDDE/s1600/DSC_0382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQHJsTDZ66E/TygNg99jZvI/AAAAAAAAVWA/4rUF5IQgDDE/s400/DSC_0382.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lCsj2RorD0/TygNiA-0AZI/AAAAAAAAVWI/Q3RXn1oOQ7Q/s1600/DSC_0383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lCsj2RorD0/TygNiA-0AZI/AAAAAAAAVWI/Q3RXn1oOQ7Q/s400/DSC_0383.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love these girls and I am trying to enjoy my time with them the best i can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-8530617314442240196?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8530617314442240196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=8530617314442240196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8530617314442240196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8530617314442240196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-girls.html' title='just the girls'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHjAB41k-UY/TygNeKRDvYI/AAAAAAAAVVw/H2zMuqxKuuE/s72-c/DSC_0377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-5272384505249182518</id><published>2012-01-27T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T19:04:34.190-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids activities'/><title type='text'>Milk Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6Vpv7ddihwc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw this online and thought that the kids would like it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Please excuse the way I look. I was cleaning all day. I asked Garran not to get me in the shot but he did it anyway. Sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-5272384505249182518?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5272384505249182518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=5272384505249182518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5272384505249182518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5272384505249182518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/milk-magic.html' title='Milk Magic'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6Vpv7ddihwc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3375296297572574177</id><published>2012-01-25T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:42:15.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wal-Mart Drama'/><title type='text'>traffic.light.love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-femCWRkErT8/TyBU63LKvhI/AAAAAAAAVVk/39SOzE4ya08/s1600/traffic-light_100316101_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-femCWRkErT8/TyBU63LKvhI/AAAAAAAAVVk/39SOzE4ya08/s400/traffic-light_100316101_s.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today on my way home from&amp;nbsp;Walmart, I saw what I can only call, traffic light love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;did i see a couple sweetly kissing at a stop light?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;did she have her head resting on his shoulder as he drove?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what i did see was a woman sitting in the passenger seat digging up her boyfriends nose with her finger as he sat in the drivers seat just taking it. I mean she was really working hard. I could hardly stand it. I didn't know where else to look. It was one of those situations where you want to look away but there is really no great place to look since you are in traffic and they are right in front of you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally after man handling his head to bend it to the perfect angle to insert her finger in his nose. she stopped!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did not know how much more I could stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then to my horror she grabs his head again and starts digging in his ear.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how can she do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how long is this light?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good gravy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally the green light came to this mans rescue and she released her death grip from his head and removed her finger from his ear, grossly flicking something from it. i felt a little queasy&amp;nbsp;and decided to pass them as soon as possible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i tell ya, i don't know what i would do if Wal mart or the ten mile radius around it did not exist . my life would never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;ps. i have started a new label for all my wonderful wal-mart experiences. all you have to do is click where it says wal-mart drama at the bottom. sit back and prepare for the drama that is walmart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-3375296297572574177?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3375296297572574177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3375296297572574177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3375296297572574177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3375296297572574177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/trafficlightlove.html' title='traffic.light.love'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-femCWRkErT8/TyBU63LKvhI/AAAAAAAAVVk/39SOzE4ya08/s72-c/traffic-light_100316101_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7068482511569814536</id><published>2012-01-23T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:22:11.255-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>the seven year itch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, I have&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THE SEVEN YEAR ITCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUwRYY2RcHQ/Tx2FwzqVjpI/AAAAAAAAVVc/KtxdSPuW9Jc/s1600/eczema-cartoon-lady-scratching.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUwRYY2RcHQ/Tx2FwzqVjpI/AAAAAAAAVVc/KtxdSPuW9Jc/s400/eczema-cartoon-lady-scratching.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I am sure you must be thinking what, they seem so happy. Garran and I are just fine. I don't have the seven year itch when it comes to my marriage. I have the seven year itch when it comes to being in school. Garran has been in school our entire married life. And now.....NOW, we can actually see the light at the end of the tunnel. 3 more semesters. This is it. He has this spring&amp;nbsp;semester&amp;nbsp;and then one more year....and we are DONE!!! I am sure some people might not understand why I am so ready to be done with school, but I am. I know the job market is in the tank. I know that my husband has choose a path that is not common, but for some reason, I am not worried about any of that. I have a feeling that it will all work out. I know that he is talented and that things will just fall into place. I have no idea when or how that will happen. I just have a feeling that it will.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is something about being a student, that no matter how long you live in a place, it always feels temporary. Like when people ask you why you moved to the area you answer is always, "oh, my husband is a student". Its never, oh we moved here to live, because he works here or there. I know that we will probably not find a job and stay there for all of Garrans career. I understand that we will probably move. I am just ready to be done with this part of our life. Both the schools that Garran has attended have treated him very well. As in, the professors have worked closely with him to help get his name out there and develop his talents. For that I am very grateful. I just hate the red tape side of going to school. Fees, Financial Aid, Books, Supplies,&amp;nbsp;Ridiculously&amp;nbsp;small paychecks for all the hard work he puts in to what he does. I am just ready to move on. To have a husband that goes to work and comes home. That does not have to be gone till 11-12 at night, sometimes later, because there are just not enough hours in the day to go to class, teach, and work on his own stuff in the studio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am ready to be DONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I honestly think he is too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so thankful that he has gone to school for something that he loves. It makes me really happy to think that he will get to wake up every morning and go to a job doing something that he really enjoys. I would hate for him to have to get up everyday and&amp;nbsp;begrudgingly&amp;nbsp;go to work to support our family. I know he would do that. That is just how he is. But I am glad that he wont have to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is our plan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;semester&amp;nbsp;we are going to try and get him in as many shows as we can to build up his portfolio and his resume. Next&amp;nbsp;semester&amp;nbsp;he will be teaching a printmaking class and they asked him to re-apply to teach another undergraduate class, so he will focus on that next semester if he gets both of those. (they will be very time consuming) and his last semester he will focus on his MFA show. It will be in Chicago and I can hardly wait. I am so excited to see what he does. I am always blown away by his work. So that is it. When i put it that way, it seems like we will be done in no time. Life keeps moving and when it comes to be done with grad school, I am perfectly ok with that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-7068482511569814536?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7068482511569814536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7068482511569814536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7068482511569814536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7068482511569814536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/seven-year-itch.html' title='the seven year itch.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUwRYY2RcHQ/Tx2FwzqVjpI/AAAAAAAAVVc/KtxdSPuW9Jc/s72-c/eczema-cartoon-lady-scratching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6214424703468041871</id><published>2012-01-20T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:05:47.273-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo shoots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet moments'/><title type='text'>Snow Storm = Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;when we get stuck inside because of snow storms...i tend to get restless. so today i broke out my camera. i miss taking pictures. i have seemed to lose steam because i am not that happy with my camera and life seems so busy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I could come up with a million excuses but i still love the actual act of taking pictures. Luckily i have a house full of cute models to follow around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few snapshots I took today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know Cullan is missing, he is at school. I wish he was home with us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The weather outside is frightful, and I dread having to go out into it to get him. I just want us all home safe and sound.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jc37zsyBI44/TxnGE_veupI/AAAAAAAAVTw/74we0Sd_XXw/s1600/DSC_0384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jc37zsyBI44/TxnGE_veupI/AAAAAAAAVTw/74we0Sd_XXw/s400/DSC_0384.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this picture is so breia. in her "pretties", being silly with her wild hair. it just sums her up so nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the next two are some of my favs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her hair in this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TNqCz_19BDc/TxnGGO7h2TI/AAAAAAAAVT4/9ydPfk4w1Z0/s1600/DSC_0386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TNqCz_19BDc/TxnGGO7h2TI/AAAAAAAAVT4/9ydPfk4w1Z0/s400/DSC_0386.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just love the sweetness I happened to catch in this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh3BbpVKuQs/TxnGHa7w-5I/AAAAAAAAVUA/LNMOE0mMYoU/s1600/DSC_0389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh3BbpVKuQs/TxnGHa7w-5I/AAAAAAAAVUA/LNMOE0mMYoU/s400/DSC_0389.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;umm. yeah. what can i say about this one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyday life with littles ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41fcNM1aw14/TxnGIQsosCI/AAAAAAAAVUI/kni_rjd7IHo/s1600/DSC_0390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41fcNM1aw14/TxnGIQsosCI/AAAAAAAAVUI/kni_rjd7IHo/s400/DSC_0390.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;then there is ayla.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she had just eaten. i did not get a chance to clean her up. she moves so much that i don't have as many of her, but she sure is sweet. Look at those eyes, rosy cheeks, and sweet little smile. she just melts my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vf9jRcwp14E/TxnGJVWzomI/AAAAAAAAVUQ/oopW9YkKbAw/s1600/DSC_0400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vf9jRcwp14E/TxnGJVWzomI/AAAAAAAAVUQ/oopW9YkKbAw/s400/DSC_0400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Doesn't Kael look so grown up in this bottom picture. He looks so much older than 5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPpqzd8hOEQ/TxnGKMjb8NI/AAAAAAAAVUY/hx05gBVjPdo/s1600/DSC_0410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPpqzd8hOEQ/TxnGKMjb8NI/AAAAAAAAVUY/hx05gBVjPdo/s400/DSC_0410.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this is typical kael, hamming it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCQG-bPdcFU/TxnGLeifMaI/AAAAAAAAVUg/FsLKnDZmtj4/s1600/DSC_0411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCQG-bPdcFU/TxnGLeifMaI/AAAAAAAAVUg/FsLKnDZmtj4/s400/DSC_0411.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at those eyes. Kindness and Love!! That is what I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rq1NAoDDoo/TxnGMUJLtrI/AAAAAAAAVUo/1AYbFLb63rE/s1600/DSC_0412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rq1NAoDDoo/TxnGMUJLtrI/AAAAAAAAVUo/1AYbFLb63rE/s400/DSC_0412.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ayla and kael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UI_JQ0VzbBI/TxnGNldrPJI/AAAAAAAAVUw/BNDj3ESIygY/s1600/DSC_0413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UI_JQ0VzbBI/TxnGNldrPJI/AAAAAAAAVUw/BNDj3ESIygY/s400/DSC_0413.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;she is so cute. she loves playing with &amp;nbsp;her older siblings. she tries so hard to keep up with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0Ndn-HuXg8/TxnGPWmFk4I/AAAAAAAAVU4/ylJSNZ268DM/s1600/DSC_0416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0Ndn-HuXg8/TxnGPWmFk4I/AAAAAAAAVU4/ylJSNZ268DM/s400/DSC_0416.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;then there is daddy. everybody loves daddy. Look at that cheesy smile on Ayla's face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xxzyV8Wti4/TxnGRNGdbfI/AAAAAAAAVVA/4skcNzQESNg/s1600/DSC_0424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xxzyV8Wti4/TxnGRNGdbfI/AAAAAAAAVVA/4skcNzQESNg/s400/DSC_0424.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;everyone squeezing in...well except for cullan. i am planning on taking some pictures of him tomorrow. He is turning into such a handsome kid. Cute does not seem to really describe him anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqSCVwbDgNY/TxnGTtkTbvI/AAAAAAAAVVQ/0FqTpTsFDRk/s1600/DSC_0427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqSCVwbDgNY/TxnGTtkTbvI/AAAAAAAAVVQ/0FqTpTsFDRk/s400/DSC_0427.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6754947649266903673-6214424703468041871?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6214424703468041871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6214424703468041871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6214424703468041871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6214424703468041871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/snow-storm-pictures.html' title='Snow Storm = Pictures'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jc37zsyBI44/TxnGE_veupI/AAAAAAAAVTw/74we0Sd_XXw/s72-c/DSC_0384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6128196319305563609</id><published>2012-01-18T08:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:04:43.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>For Every Mom, But Especially those with Littles</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Every time I'm out with my kids -- this seems to happen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;An older woman stops us, puts her hand over her heart and says something like, "Oh, Enjoy every moment. This time goes by so fast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Everywhere I go, someone is telling me to &lt;i&gt;seize&lt;/i&gt; the moment, &lt;i&gt;raise&lt;/i&gt; my awareness, &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; happy, enjoy &lt;i&gt;every second&lt;/i&gt;, etc, etc, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I know that this message is right and good. But, I have finally allowed myself to admit that&lt;i&gt; it just doesn't work for me&lt;/i&gt;. It bugs me. This CARPE DIEM message makes me paranoid and panicky. Especially during this phase of my life - while I'm raising young kids. Being told, in a million different ways to CARPE DIEM makes me worry that if I'm not in a constant state of intense gratitude and ecstasy, I'm doing something wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I think parenting young children (and old ones, I've heard) is a little like climbing Mount Everest. Brave, adventurous souls try it because they've heard there's magic in the climb. They try because they believe that finishing, or even attempting the climb are impressive accomplishments. They try because during the climb, if they allow themselves to pause and lift their eyes and minds from the pain and drudgery, the views are breathtaking. They try because even though it hurts and it's hard, there are moments that make it worth the hard. These moments are so intense and unique that many people who reach the top start planning, almost immediately, to climb again. Even though any climber will tell you that most of the climb is treacherous, exhausting, killer. That they literally cried most of the way up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;And so I think that if there were people stationed, say, every thirty feet along Mount Everest yelling to the climbers -- "&lt;i&gt;ARE YOU ENJOYING YOURSELF!? IF NOT, YOU SHOULD BE! ONE DAY YOU'LL BE SORRY YOU DIDN'T!" TRUST US!! IT'LL BE OVER TOO SOON! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!" -- those well-meaning, nostalgic cheerleaders might be physically thrown from the mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Now. I'm not suggesting that the sweet old ladies who tell me to ENJOY MYSELF be thrown from a mountain. These are wonderful ladies. Monkees, probably. But last week, a woman approached me in the Target line and said the following: "&lt;i&gt;Sugar, I hope you are enjoying this. I loved every single second of parenting my two girls. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every single moment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. These days go by so fast."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;At that particular moment, Amma had arranged one of the new bras I was buying on top of her sweater and was sucking a lollipop that she must have found on the ground. She also had three shop-lifted clip-on neon feathers stuck in her hair. She looked exactly like a contestant from Toddlers and Tiaras. I couldn't find Chase anywhere, and Tish was grabbing the pen on the credit card swiper thing WHILE the woman in front of me was trying to use it. And so I just looked at the woman, smiled and said, "Thank you. Yes. Me too. I am enjoying every single moment. Especially this one. Yes. Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;That's not exactly what I wanted to say, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;There was a famous writer who, when asked if he loved writing, replied, "No. but I love having written." What I wanted to say to this sweet woman was, "Are you sure? Are you sure you don't mean you love having parented?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I love having written. And I love having parented. My favorite part of each day is when the kids are put to sleep (to bed) and Craig and I sink into the couch to watch some quality TV, like Celebrity Wife Swap, and congratulate each other on a job well done. Or a job done, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Every time I write a post like this, I get emails suggesting that I'm being negative. I have received this particular message four or five times -- &lt;i&gt;G, if you can't handle the three you have, why do you want a fourth?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;That one always stings, and I don't think it's quite fair. Parenting is hard. Just like lots of important jobs are hard. Why is it that the second a mother admits that it's hard, people feel the need to suggest that maybe she's not doing it right? Or that she certainly shouldn't add more to her load. Maybe the fact that it's so hard means she IS doing it right...in her own way...and she happens to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Craig is a software salesman. It's a hard job in this economy. And he comes home each day and talks a little bit about how hard it is. And I don't ever feel the need to suggest that he's not doing it right, or that he's negative for noticing that it's hard, or that maybe he shouldn't even consider taking on more responsibility. And I doubt anybody comes by his office to make sure he's ENJOYING HIMSELF. I doubt his boss peeks in his office and says: "&lt;i&gt;This career stuff...it goes by so fast...ARE YOU ENJOYING EVERY MOMENT IN THERE, CRAIG???? CARPE DIEM, CRAIG!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;My point is this. I used to worry that not only was I failing to do a good enough job at parenting, but that I wasn't enjoying it enough. Double failure. I felt guilty because I wasn't in parental ecstasy every hour of every day and I wasn't MAKING THE MOST OF EVERY MOMENT like the mamas in the parenting magazines seemed to be doing. I felt guilty because honestly, I was tired and cranky and ready for the day to be over quite often. And because I knew that one day, I'd wake up and the kids would be gone, and I'd be the old lady in the grocery store with my hand over my heart. Would I be able to say I enjoyed every moment? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;But the fact remains that I will be that nostalgic lady. I just hope to be one with a clear memory. And here's what I hope to say to the younger mama gritting her teeth in line:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's helluva hard, isn't it? You're a good mom, I can tell. And I like your kids, especially that one peeing in the corner. She's my favorite. Carry on, warrior. Six hours till bedtime."&lt;/i&gt; And hopefully, every once in a while, I'll add -- &lt;i&gt;"Let me pick up that grocery bill for ya, sister. Go put those kids in the van and pull on up -- I'll have them bring your groceries out."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Anyway. Clearly, Carpe Diem doesn't work for me. I can't even carpe fifteen minutes in a row, so a whole diem is out of the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Here's what does work for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;There are two different types of time. Chronos time is what we live in. It's regular time, it's one minute at a time, it's staring down the clock till bedtime time, it's ten excruciating minutes in the Target line time, it's four screaming minutes in time out time, it's two hours till daddy gets home time. Chronos is the hard, slow passing time we parents often live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Then there's Kairos time. Kairos is God's time. It's time outside of time. It's metaphysical time. It's those magical moments in which time stands still. I have a few of those moments each day. And I cherish them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Like when I actually stop what I'm doing and really look at Tish. I notice how perfectly smooth and brownish her skin is. I notice the perfect curves of her teeny elf mouth and her asianish brown eyes, and I breathe in her soft Tishy smell. In these moments, I see that her mouth is moving but I can't hear her because all I can think is -- &lt;i&gt;This is the first time I've really &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;seen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Tish all day, and my &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; -- she is so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;beautiful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Kairos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Like when I'm stuck in chronos time in the grocery line and I'm haggard and annoyed and angry at the slow check-out clerk. And then I look at my cart and I'm transported out of chronos. And suddenly I notice the piles and piles of healthy food I'll feed my children to grow their bodies and minds and I remember that most of the world's mamas would kill for this opportunity. This chance to stand in a grocery line with enough money to pay. And I just stare at my cart. At the abundance. The bounty. Thank you, God. Kairos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Or when I curl up in my cozy bed with Theo asleep at my feet and Craig asleep by my side and I listen to them both breathing. And for a moment, I think- how did a girl like me get so lucky? To go to bed each night surrounded by this breath, this love, this peace, this warmth? Kairos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;These kairos moments leave as fast as they come- but I mark them. I say the word kairos in my head each time I leave chronos. And at the end of the day, I don't remember exactly what my kairos moments were, but I remember I had them. And that makes the pain of the daily parenting climb worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;If I had a couple Kairos moments during the day, I call it a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Carpe a couple of Kairoses a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Good enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;By Glennon Melton&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/6754947649266903673-6128196319305563609?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6128196319305563609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6128196319305563609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6128196319305563609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6128196319305563609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-every-mom-but-especially-those-with.html' title='For Every Mom, But Especially those with Littles'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7896581489531077435</id><published>2012-01-14T18:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T18:30:22.744-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say the darndest things'/><title type='text'>littles funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;while this might make me sound like a bad mom, today briea tripped and the little dance she did as she was tripping made me laugh. i could not help it. once she landed, she looked at me and said, "girl, don't laugh at me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Garran heading up the stairs, "come on guys bath time!" briea charging up the stairs, " wait for meeee! I want to be naked toooooo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;At the store today Cullan asked me if he could have a quarter to get something out of those machines. I agreed. He got a Chinese looking ring with a heart on it. On the way home we had the following conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cullan: I think I'm going to try and get krista back. (a little girl in cullans class)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cullan: maybe I will give her this ring with the heart on it, because I am just a lover.....and well, that's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: we'll I'm sure she would really like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I notice him just looking out the window and I hear him say, (kind of to himself) "I wonder what a kiss on the lips would be like?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;As I was helping Cullan with his homework the other day, this was our conversation. Me: Name 4 things that are slow. Cullan: a turtle, a snail....ummm... A sleep walker???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Kael to Briea: Briea , leave me alone! I'm looking for inner piece!&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/6754947649266903673-7896581489531077435?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7896581489531077435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7896581489531077435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7896581489531077435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7896581489531077435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/littles-funnies.html' title='littles funnies'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3385106361367419046</id><published>2012-01-12T19:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:47:14.646-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IVJIxrjbvA/Tw-MEPD319I/AAAAAAAAVTg/m__34MzlXxE/s1600/New-Years-Resolutions-600x406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IVJIxrjbvA/Tw-MEPD319I/AAAAAAAAVTg/m__34MzlXxE/s400/New-Years-Resolutions-600x406.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turning 30 in 2010 was no big deal for me. neither was turning 31. i could almost feel a change coming. this year, i only have two goals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Do more good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Follow through on my plans. (mainly the ones i have for myself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not yet ready to reveal any of my big ideas, but I will as they become more cemented. I have a good feeling about this year and I am hoping it turns out to be as exciting as I have a feeling it will be!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-3385106361367419046?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3385106361367419046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3385106361367419046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3385106361367419046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3385106361367419046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IVJIxrjbvA/Tw-MEPD319I/AAAAAAAAVTg/m__34MzlXxE/s72-c/New-Years-Resolutions-600x406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-4546920973367785758</id><published>2012-01-12T19:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:46:48.766-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick-DR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>feeling helpless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is miserable to see your child look like this on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9xNsFIVD6lU/Tw-JGXA4a-I/AAAAAAAAVTY/jZdT8m9N_Z0/s1600/DSC_0377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9xNsFIVD6lU/Tw-JGXA4a-I/AAAAAAAAVTY/jZdT8m9N_Z0/s400/DSC_0377.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ux3ddL1Fs6g/Tw-JDaQYzSI/AAAAAAAAVTQ/-LOhYf0SZeY/s1600/DSC_0376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ux3ddL1Fs6g/Tw-JDaQYzSI/AAAAAAAAVTQ/-LOhYf0SZeY/s400/DSC_0376.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is all over her poor little body and worse then this in spots. these are actually pretty mild. This is all over her back and up into her scalp. it is so&amp;nbsp;frustrating&amp;nbsp;when you have doctors that refuse to do tests to help you figure out what might be&amp;nbsp;triggering&amp;nbsp;these sorts of reactions. so i have decided to do the elimination diet. it is something that a few of my friends have told me about. it is basically what it sounds like. you take all major allergins out of their diet. then you gradually add them back in one by one. when there is a reaction, then you know. I have a sneaking idea that one of her triggers may be red 40. that one is a little harder to catch, but I am going to wait till this outbreak clears up and then try it and see what happens. it seems like such an unfair way to tell. making your child suffer through outbreaks to figure out what is causing it but hopefully i can figure it out quickly. I am also keeping a food journal to try and track what she eats in response to outbreaks. That way if it is not a major allergin, hopefully i will be able to figure out what it is. My last hope is that I am going to start giving her flaxseed in small amounts. I have been doing research online and have found that a small amount of flaxseed each day will help decrease outbreaks and the severity of them. I really hope this works. Keep your fingers crossed for us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-4546920973367785758?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4546920973367785758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=4546920973367785758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4546920973367785758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4546920973367785758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/feeling-helpless.html' title='feeling helpless.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9xNsFIVD6lU/Tw-JGXA4a-I/AAAAAAAAVTY/jZdT8m9N_Z0/s72-c/DSC_0377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7191780152449709603</id><published>2012-01-10T12:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:22:52.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to much, to young!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QfJBOrjhm0k" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that I might get some hate mail about this post. But its ok. I can take it. I have a real problem with this. The other day, we had Nickelodeon on. My kids were not watching, the tv just happened to be on. I sat down to start to flip and this is what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;I know that my kids will be exposed to homosexuality. Cullan already has at school. But I just have a hard time with this coming from what is supposed to be a channel for young children. I feel the same way about sex education. I know that they are going to be exposed to it, but I would like to have the opportunity to prep them. I am just amazed how how many different avenues these different topics are introduced to our children. Needless to say, we will not be watching this channel or if we do it will be carefully censored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-7191780152449709603?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7191780152449709603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7191780152449709603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7191780152449709603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7191780152449709603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-much-to-young.html' title='to much, to young!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QfJBOrjhm0k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-738599937058980201</id><published>2012-01-05T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:48:00.758-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years eve'/><title type='text'>can you feel the love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iG6QxOhPUdA/TwYoOi15KeI/AAAAAAAAVTA/-8l3Ieyb7EU/s1600/IMG_5126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iG6QxOhPUdA/TwYoOi15KeI/AAAAAAAAVTA/-8l3Ieyb7EU/s400/IMG_5126.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these two were so cute&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;giving each other hugs and loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-738599937058980201?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/738599937058980201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=738599937058980201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/738599937058980201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/738599937058980201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/can-you-feel-love.html' title='can you feel the love...'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iG6QxOhPUdA/TwYoOi15KeI/AAAAAAAAVTA/-8l3Ieyb7EU/s72-c/IMG_5126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-1120392096540699295</id><published>2012-01-05T16:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:30:21.782-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy mom moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wal-Mart Drama'/><title type='text'>once again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qeckozPh38/TwYjlWeLkWI/AAAAAAAAVS0/TazRDdDbqGM/s1600/walmart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qeckozPh38/TwYjlWeLkWI/AAAAAAAAVS0/TazRDdDbqGM/s320/walmart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(this mocking face and statement above is exactly how I feel )&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once again, here is another reason i should not shop at walmart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as do most of my recent experiences i was shopping and pushing my cart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was moving quickly due to the fact that i was by myself and did not have much to get.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was rounding the corner by the tank where people fill up their water jugs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there was a Hispanic family filling theres and other shoppers scattered around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as i round the corner, i am suddenly enjoying a new&amp;nbsp;vantage&amp;nbsp;point. that is right, the ceiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i all of a sudden find myself flat on my back and in what some might say was a good amount of pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i lay there for a minute, almost in shock. when all of a sudden a women's face is&amp;nbsp;hovering&amp;nbsp;above mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she looks at me curiously and says "honey, did you fall?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought to myself for a minute and thought, nope I thought i would just lay here and enjoy this puddle of water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was a little&amp;nbsp;frustrated&amp;nbsp;at how many on lookers there were and the lack of help that i&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;to get up. so i just crawled over to the chip rack and used it for support to get up. my leg was banged up, and so it hurt like crazy when i put&amp;nbsp;pressure&amp;nbsp;on it. &amp;nbsp;when i finally got to my feet, i felt as thought i should turn around and take my&amp;nbsp;traditional&amp;nbsp;bow, as i usually do after my walmart adventures. but, i didn't. i just pushed the cart off, mumbling under my breath about how much my leg hurt. i am sure the people closest to me probably thought i had hit my head and really lost it. the good news at the end of this story is that i did not forget to get milk. the one thing i went there for. Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-1120392096540699295?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1120392096540699295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=1120392096540699295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1120392096540699295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1120392096540699295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-again.html' title='once again....'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qeckozPh38/TwYjlWeLkWI/AAAAAAAAVS0/TazRDdDbqGM/s72-c/walmart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-5913379772612106679</id><published>2012-01-03T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T17:53:02.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death Of Pretty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Thought this was a pretty good article. So I will share!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I want Pretty for my girls and the girls that come into my boys lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;http://www.ncregister.com/blog/the-death-of-pretty&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/6754947649266903673-5913379772612106679?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5913379772612106679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=5913379772612106679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5913379772612106679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5913379772612106679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/death-of-pretty.html' title='The Death Of Pretty.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3659240609337438089</id><published>2012-01-01T20:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:44:49.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years eve'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had originally planned on being home for New Years, but when our friends the Palmers invited us to a Hogwarts Party in honor of Ollie we decided to stay and have a little fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had spent the day with Stacy and some of our other friends getting some things together and making some plans. Really Stacy had collected all of the stuff. Amy and I were kind of like House Elves just helping to pull all the last minute stuff together :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun. The kids loved every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; Here is how it went!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Disclamer-Stacy typed this all out on her blog, so I am totally stealing some of it because it was described so well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Harry Potter Party&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as you read the description, it is stacy talking. just so you don't get confused)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PULn19qBRT0/TwERh95XjkI/AAAAAAAAVP0/hBw4idz6a2M/s1600/DSC_0177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PULn19qBRT0/TwERh95XjkI/AAAAAAAAVP0/hBw4idz6a2M/s400/DSC_0177.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;The Sorting Ceremony:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each child would sit on a stool and we'd place the sorting hat on their head and the hat would actually tell them, in a pre-recorded voice, what house they were in.  Then they would receive a matching scarf to symbolize their house and the next child would come up.  Oliver was first and I placed the hat on his head while Ed helped him lean forward.  Of course he was placed in Gryffindor and so I put his scarf around him and he laid back down.  Everyone clapped and cheered and he had a big smile on his face.  It was so fun to see the kids reactions to what house they were placed in.  Too funny!  The hat would say one of these three things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Plenty of courage I see, not a bad mind either.  There's talent, oh yes, and a thirst to prove yourself, but where to put you???  Mmmmm... difficult, very difficult... GRYFFINDOR!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;"I know... HUFFLEPUFF!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;"SLYTHERIN" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gryffindor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt; - Oliver, Meghan (not me), Kaden, Kael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slytherin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt; - Jaren, Briea, Cullan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hufflepuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt; - Eden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ravenclaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt; - Phineas, Ayla (ages 2 &amp;amp; 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--H50yPkIFrc/TwESO04IjTI/AAAAAAAAVQM/feQxDp59z6o/s1600/DSC_0141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--H50yPkIFrc/TwESO04IjTI/AAAAAAAAVQM/feQxDp59z6o/s400/DSC_0141.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: 130%;"&gt;THE FEAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sorting ceremony we had a buffet set up of all sorts of finger foods.  Drum sticks, a relish tray, chips and dip, little smokies, cheese and crackers and of course, Butterbeer.  Amy made it with cream soda, Redi-whip, and butter flavoring.  It was so good!  Some of the little kids couldn't even lift up the mugs because they were so big!  Ginormous... as Ollie would say.  I wanted to make pumpkin juice, pumpkin pasties and rock cakes, but just didn't have the time.  I'm sure we'll do it this week as I have all the ingredients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1eu2OV1ovU/TwESkiO_q5I/AAAAAAAAVQY/bOrkdB70jvc/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1eu2OV1ovU/TwESkiO_q5I/AAAAAAAAVQY/bOrkdB70jvc/s400/DSC_0154.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Butter Beer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: 130%;"&gt;THE TRI WIZARD TOURNAMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we cleared off the food, we set up the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;potions class&lt;/span&gt; on the table where Ollie could see it as well.  We had lots of old glass bottles filled with some potion ingredients.  For example, white vinegar and baking soda which of course had cooler names like 'goblin pee' and 'crushed dragon bones'.  The kids would take turns coming up and helping us add the ingredients.  Briea, who will be 3 in March, gasped in amazement when one of the potions started bubbling and foaming up.  So funny!  Oliver even got to make his own potion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79ZYUODBcXA/TwET-OEBeII/AAAAAAAAVQw/XXYxlnJ7quU/s1600/DSC_0244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79ZYUODBcXA/TwET-OEBeII/AAAAAAAAVQw/XXYxlnJ7quU/s400/DSC_0244.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*The First Task&lt;/span&gt; - Successfully brew your own potion.  The kids were having a hay day with this!  They used their wands, chopsticks, to stir their concoctions together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvu_mMYECDg/TwEUkalC4sI/AAAAAAAAVRI/86cC6Kg6-EA/s1600/DSC_0318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uvu_mMYECDg/TwEUkalC4sI/AAAAAAAAVRI/86cC6Kg6-EA/s400/DSC_0318.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*The Second Task&lt;/span&gt; - Create and draw your own crest.  I printed off a downloadable coloring page off of the internet so they could fill it in themselves.  They were excited about it and Eden ended up making two of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29zSJ1QOdec/TwEUvi4pk1I/AAAAAAAAVRU/-jA2mS6NqQg/s1600/DSC_0364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29zSJ1QOdec/TwEUvi4pk1I/AAAAAAAAVRU/-jA2mS6NqQg/s400/DSC_0364.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*The Third Task - &lt;/span&gt;Find the Golden Snitch.  Since I knew Ollie wouldn't be able to participate in the hunt, I asked him where I should hide it and he pointed to a wall sconce with a candle inside of it.  I perched it on the glass that covered the candle.  We then told the kids that someone had stolen the golden snitch and Harry needed it for his next Quidditch match so we had to find it fast!  They looked around the dining room and living room until Eden finally found it!  It was fun watching the kids using their wands to look for it.  Meghan had hers out and was using it to peek under Oliver's blanket trying to locate it.  "Accio, snitch" didn't seem to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After each task I would give them Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts from Gringott's bank (chocolate gold coins) to spend later on.  They were each awarded with their very own Tri Wizard Cup, a tiny gold trophy I got from the party favor section of the Dollar Tree.  I wrote each name on the front along with the year.  They loved it!  I heard "I'm a REAL wizard now!" from the kids when they received them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qngf5giBLsM/TwEVYptVQUI/AAAAAAAAVRg/qIhKe4t1RDQ/s1600/DSC_0131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qngf5giBLsM/TwEVYptVQUI/AAAAAAAAVRg/qIhKe4t1RDQ/s400/DSC_0131.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: 130%;"&gt;HONEYDUKES Candy Shop &amp;amp; ZONKOS Joke Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up a small area in the kitchen for the kids to go shopping and spend their wizards money.  Dollar Tree had tons of candy and fun jokes and gag gifts to make it fun for the kids.  We got large glasses, magic tricks, fake spilled ketchup and nail polish bottles, fake snakes and cockroaches and all sorts of fun tricks and gags.  They could each pick out one thing they wanted from Zonkos and then off to Honeydukes where we had Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans (Jelly Belly jelly beans), chocolate frogs and broomsticks, Licorice Wands, Cockroach Clusters (Hersey's crunch bar clusters), lemon drops, pop rocks and all sorts of other goodies to choose from.  They filled their bags and their tummies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cdJM8Yp4WKg/TwEVrbqypYI/AAAAAAAAVRs/l4ZgzQ1MeHs/s1600/DSC_0369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cdJM8Yp4WKg/TwEVrbqypYI/AAAAAAAAVRs/l4ZgzQ1MeHs/s400/DSC_0369.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ollie couldn't make it out to the kitchen, I grabbed his bedside table and filled it up with all sorts of goodies, like the candy cart on the train that Harry Potter loves so much.  I wheeled it over to him, but he still wasn't feeling well, so I just put some things in a baggy for him if he felt up to something sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. it's me again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see, such a fun night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are a few of some of my favorite pictures form the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBMv32eZ76A/TwEZ-Ib1MaI/AAAAAAAAVSo/We8U-YW6XTg/s1600/DSC_0129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBMv32eZ76A/TwEZ-Ib1MaI/AAAAAAAAVSo/We8U-YW6XTg/s400/DSC_0129.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ayla loving on Ollie. She is usually kind of shy, but she was kissing and loving him up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VO7H7RlsjAg/TwEWdM8pzmI/AAAAAAAAVR4/iWLYXTOjVzs/s1600/DSC_0185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VO7H7RlsjAg/TwEWdM8pzmI/AAAAAAAAVR4/iWLYXTOjVzs/s400/DSC_0185.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;this little guys name is Kaden. He was making me laugh. When it was his turn to put on the "sorting hat", he had his eyes closed so tightly and was whispering "please Gryffindor, PLEASE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wR5lsVmi-Q0/TwEWeDvlC5I/AAAAAAAAVSA/J2jqX_0oRsg/s1600/DSC_0192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wR5lsVmi-Q0/TwEWeDvlC5I/AAAAAAAAVSA/J2jqX_0oRsg/s400/DSC_0192.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone Congratulating Ollie on making it into Gryffindor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp3hl0L-ELA/TwEWfEiYCJI/AAAAAAAAVSI/V-N_ezsaHQ4/s1600/DSC_0234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lp3hl0L-ELA/TwEWfEiYCJI/AAAAAAAAVSI/V-N_ezsaHQ4/s400/DSC_0234.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;is this me or Professor Trelawney??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rup9i7GoQ-0/TwEWgIJQYSI/AAAAAAAAVSQ/0OgwBJvMLWU/s1600/DSC_0336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rup9i7GoQ-0/TwEWgIJQYSI/AAAAAAAAVSQ/0OgwBJvMLWU/s400/DSC_0336.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My little Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vakDfLjzTuI/TwEWheCbPLI/AAAAAAAAVSY/MW174W6rzNU/s1600/DSC_0372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vakDfLjzTuI/TwEWheCbPLI/AAAAAAAAVSY/MW174W6rzNU/s400/DSC_0372.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Tri-Witch Champs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love these ladies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are so fun &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While this New Years Eve was definitely bittersweet for us, we had a fun time. We knew that this would probably be the last time that we got to see Oliver and so goodbye this time was much harder than others. I cried the whole way back out to my in laws. I have know Oliver since he was still in Stacy's tummy. So to watch from beginning to end is more painful than i have imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say that knowing that knowing only how I feel as a friend. Please pray for this sweet family. I know that this new year will more than likely hold heart ache for them and that is heart breaking for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you want to read olivers story you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wwww.oliverpalmer.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks so much friends for including us on this very special new years eve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will definitely be one we will never forget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took so many pictures that night that there is no way i could post them all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i decided to put them in an album if you want to see them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; width: 480px;"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed1131.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fm553%2Fcurveycutie80%2FSnapbucket%2Ffeed.rss" height="360" src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border: none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1131.photobucket.com/albums/m553/curveycutie80/Snapbucket/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border: none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-3659240609337438089?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3659240609337438089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3659240609337438089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3659240609337438089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3659240609337438089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/harry-potter-new-years-eve.html' title='Harry Potter New Years Eve'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PULn19qBRT0/TwERh95XjkI/AAAAAAAAVP0/hBw4idz6a2M/s72-c/DSC_0177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-4734960182931303655</id><published>2012-01-01T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:57:04.724-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>cards anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;while we were visiting wtih garrans parents we decided to play cards one night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;up and down the river has become almost a tradition since i have known Garran's family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we play it often when we are together and i think it is a lot of fun. While we were playing, some little girl kept stealing our attention. she was just being so stinking cute, that i had to grab my camera.&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXsrQfhmnQ8/TwENq_zazNI/AAAAAAAAVOg/UlfAxMDYUJ4/s400/DSC_0092.jpg" width="353" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPNU-p8waZA/TwENr33BGMI/AAAAAAAAVOo/YPnfLSzignc/s1600/DSC_0094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPNU-p8waZA/TwENr33BGMI/AAAAAAAAVOo/YPnfLSzignc/s400/DSC_0094.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i love that her toes are just barley on the table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyDByVxpr9w/TwENs5R_ubI/AAAAAAAAVOw/z1usqumTdyI/s1600/DSC_0096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyDByVxpr9w/TwENs5R_ubI/AAAAAAAAVOw/z1usqumTdyI/s400/DSC_0096.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;you would not know it, but she is giving grandpa that sweet look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fRRnv6rDPhk/TwENtyDKX-I/AAAAAAAAVO4/QzrrrC2CBk0/s1600/DSC_0098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fRRnv6rDPhk/TwENtyDKX-I/AAAAAAAAVO4/QzrrrC2CBk0/s400/DSC_0098.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i can just hear her squealing with delight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEqtcywWkBg/TwENu47LwFI/AAAAAAAAVPA/CG57vwXw_w4/s1600/DSC_0103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEqtcywWkBg/TwENu47LwFI/AAAAAAAAVPA/CG57vwXw_w4/s400/DSC_0103.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i love the picture from above and below of garran's mom with ayla. in the top garran's mom looks so happy and i love the giggly face on ayla in the bottom one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ReEWv1jJLU/TwENvz1habI/AAAAAAAAVPI/8Y5kKyrn9Zo/s1600/DSC_0104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ReEWv1jJLU/TwENvz1habI/AAAAAAAAVPI/8Y5kKyrn9Zo/s400/DSC_0104.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Please ignore my awesome hair. I think it was kind of late... Anyways. I am rarely in pictures, so I had Garran take one of me with this little cutie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtQB71Es2rM/TwENw9syX6I/AAAAAAAAVPQ/ImXDKo-STvw/s1600/DSC_0119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtQB71Es2rM/TwENw9syX6I/AAAAAAAAVPQ/ImXDKo-STvw/s400/DSC_0119.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6754947649266903673-4734960182931303655?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4734960182931303655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=4734960182931303655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4734960182931303655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4734960182931303655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/cards-anyone.html' title='cards anyone?'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXsrQfhmnQ8/TwENq_zazNI/AAAAAAAAVOg/UlfAxMDYUJ4/s72-c/DSC_0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-2885518764047569388</id><published>2012-01-01T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:50:06.584-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Visiting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;while we were in iowa, we of course got together with our friends the Palmers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We never miss a chance to catch up and visit and let the kids play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a lot of fun. They men folk went to see a movie and then Stacy and I got to go have some girl time. But of course, while the men were away...I took lots of pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Garran and I both had helped Ollie open some of his Christmas cards. Ayla found one that played music and was in love. Ollie was laughing at her dancing and sticking her tongue out to the music!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lySwJGhC8uE/TwEG5IS9N_I/AAAAAAAAVNQ/EVvqz9Am8RU/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can not see it, but Ayla was playing Peek-A-Boo with Finn. They were very cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smI0etbcPR8/TwEG8d4dZhI/AAAAAAAAVNY/tjgKaOYsnM4/s1600/DSC_0047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smI0etbcPR8/TwEG8d4dZhI/AAAAAAAAVNY/tjgKaOYsnM4/s400/DSC_0047.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ollie and Eden.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a sweet picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgkymJqRZ4w/TwEHA5uNYmI/AAAAAAAAVNg/vRB_inb7kBk/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgkymJqRZ4w/TwEHA5uNYmI/AAAAAAAAVNg/vRB_inb7kBk/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I told them to make funny faces. I think Eden did the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdz9-8oyGlM/TwEHFkaunQI/AAAAAAAAVNo/Pb7AD0_Pc_M/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tdz9-8oyGlM/TwEHFkaunQI/AAAAAAAAVNo/Pb7AD0_Pc_M/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids always love to go to the Palmers for many reasons, but one is because they have a great collection of dress up stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q33Dco_P0lQ/TwEHI9eNY7I/AAAAAAAAVNw/i2DfQrBN7F0/s1600/DSC_0054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q33Dco_P0lQ/TwEHI9eNY7I/AAAAAAAAVNw/i2DfQrBN7F0/s400/DSC_0054.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Above: Briea as Spiderman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below: Spiderman with a little Briea Sass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xAtjSK52Se8/TwEHMLpY6iI/AAAAAAAAVN4/E3ax10d45ZM/s1600/DSC_0055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xAtjSK52Se8/TwEHMLpY6iI/AAAAAAAAVN4/E3ax10d45ZM/s400/DSC_0055.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ayla nibbling on a piece of pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1jI-OL8EuQ/TwEHPOUiN8I/AAAAAAAAVOA/cZ991sNsL-M/s1600/DSC_0056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1jI-OL8EuQ/TwEHPOUiN8I/AAAAAAAAVOA/cZ991sNsL-M/s400/DSC_0056.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cullan was just trying to be SUPER i think. a little spider man, a little iron man, and a little captain America!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9D3i0K6lkpI/TwEHST7LUeI/AAAAAAAAVOI/SxP2xtX6cVo/s1600/DSC_0057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9D3i0K6lkpI/TwEHST7LUeI/AAAAAAAAVOI/SxP2xtX6cVo/s400/DSC_0057.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;of course Ayla wanted in on the action.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is a peeping spider man :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPnkoO6r3qA/TwEHV1KvFmI/AAAAAAAAVOU/X7kArlxLRbk/s1600/DSC_0058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPnkoO6r3qA/TwEHV1KvFmI/AAAAAAAAVOU/X7kArlxLRbk/s400/DSC_0058.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6754947649266903673-2885518764047569388?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2885518764047569388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=2885518764047569388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2885518764047569388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2885518764047569388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/visiting.html' title='Visiting!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lySwJGhC8uE/TwEG5IS9N_I/AAAAAAAAVNQ/EVvqz9Am8RU/s72-c/DSC_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-2944409909005772631</id><published>2012-01-01T15:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:21:24.599-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>RaNdOmS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year we spent Christmas with Garran's parents in Iowa. We had a lot of fun and got to visit and catch up. We also got to meet Sam (Garran's brother) new fiance Ashley. They spent Christmas with us. Kael was VERY smitten with Ashley. He would follow her around and try to convince her that she should marry him instead of Sam. He even decorated sugar cookies and told me they were specifically for her. I think Sam might have been feeling a little jealous, but I am pretty sure Ashley is all his!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had a bunch of random pictures I took while we were there, so i decided just to post them and tell about each one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vP-xAMiuwRE/TwED5uYkikI/AAAAAAAAVLw/FB5cnhbajkY/s400/DSC_0008.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ayla playing in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSINB1DKiSk/TwED67gVMSI/AAAAAAAAVL4/SBXDdAM7-tk/s1600/DSC_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="335" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MSINB1DKiSk/TwED67gVMSI/AAAAAAAAVL4/SBXDdAM7-tk/s400/DSC_0010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;my little bumble bees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUhwfOBKaT0/TwED7kFaPuI/AAAAAAAAVMA/3V1O9Li5rcY/s1600/DSC_0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUhwfOBKaT0/TwED7kFaPuI/AAAAAAAAVMA/3V1O9Li5rcY/s400/DSC_0023.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pirate briea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sM6kBv9u6Cw/TwED8iskMqI/AAAAAAAAVMI/vv2XVX5OV64/s1600/DSC_0025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sM6kBv9u6Cw/TwED8iskMqI/AAAAAAAAVMI/vv2XVX5OV64/s400/DSC_0025.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;chef cullan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5AtHov2ENw/TwED9104FtI/AAAAAAAAVMQ/c1ktjkU3VxM/s1600/DSC_0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5AtHov2ENw/TwED9104FtI/AAAAAAAAVMQ/c1ktjkU3VxM/s400/DSC_0026.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;cutie kael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wcPazpKLUc/TwED_HuR4dI/AAAAAAAAVMY/iEvptHPBNsM/s1600/DSC_0028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wcPazpKLUc/TwED_HuR4dI/AAAAAAAAVMY/iEvptHPBNsM/s400/DSC_0028.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kael and Bear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the kids love when uncle sam brings his dog. he is a sweet thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2QScw4gxpE/TwEEAF7_TjI/AAAAAAAAVMg/3OxrMh7k9Xc/s1600/DSC_0030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2QScw4gxpE/TwEEAF7_TjI/AAAAAAAAVMg/3OxrMh7k9Xc/s400/DSC_0030.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;our family Christmas morning in front of the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYAnnuhEHAE/TwEEBL5-6tI/AAAAAAAAVMo/ipXf5usZcKU/s1600/DSC_0066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYAnnuhEHAE/TwEEBL5-6tI/AAAAAAAAVMo/ipXf5usZcKU/s400/DSC_0066.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cullan in his new legos star wars shirt....that he loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tNrkeWQO-5I/TwEECJ2APAI/AAAAAAAAVMw/OkSlwEsvJRg/s1600/DSC_0067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tNrkeWQO-5I/TwEECJ2APAI/AAAAAAAAVMw/OkSlwEsvJRg/s400/DSC_0067.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa relaxing. Usually he had one of the boys or girls stuck in the chair with him. I think this was one of the few times he was alone. ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_zAwRUAxE6Q/TwEEC43O2gI/AAAAAAAAVM4/WmJxTRqqgPc/s1600/DSC_0069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_zAwRUAxE6Q/TwEEC43O2gI/AAAAAAAAVM4/WmJxTRqqgPc/s400/DSC_0069.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ayla being sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GDCX-yJYYI/TwEEDz357wI/AAAAAAAAVNA/mKhmyAR5ztA/s1600/DSC_0081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GDCX-yJYYI/TwEEDz357wI/AAAAAAAAVNA/mKhmyAR5ztA/s400/DSC_0081.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes blowing up those balloons can just bring you to tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like i said. just some random shots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but we had a lot of fun while we were there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks grandma and grandpa for letting us invade for Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-2944409909005772631?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2944409909005772631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=2944409909005772631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2944409909005772631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2944409909005772631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='RaNdOmS!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vP-xAMiuwRE/TwED5uYkikI/AAAAAAAAVLw/FB5cnhbajkY/s72-c/DSC_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3827261390339011037</id><published>2011-12-30T23:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:53:36.578-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years eve'/><title type='text'>still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Holidays to everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are still here. Just been super busy with all kinds of holiday visits and fun. I will have all kinds of posts after the new year to catch everyone up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I always seem to fall behind on blogging during the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, in case i missed you on our holiday card lists this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHPyeElbkGA/Tv6ic03AG-I/AAAAAAAAVLk/Q7yG-Arj5Ro/s1600/card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHPyeElbkGA/Tv6ic03AG-I/AAAAAAAAVLk/Q7yG-Arj5Ro/s400/card.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here you go!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas from us to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas and the most Wonderful of New Years!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-3827261390339011037?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3827261390339011037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3827261390339011037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3827261390339011037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3827261390339011037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/still-here.html' title='still here'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hHPyeElbkGA/Tv6ic03AG-I/AAAAAAAAVLk/Q7yG-Arj5Ro/s72-c/card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6114044792316190487</id><published>2011-12-20T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:04:10.628-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>for my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5zMc6cMz9o/TvEvwS8jz-I/AAAAAAAAVLQ/ENU6_wdusUk/s1600/DSC_0376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5zMc6cMz9o/TvEvwS8jz-I/AAAAAAAAVLQ/ENU6_wdusUk/s400/DSC_0376.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had our own little family christmas early because we don't like to travel around with gifts. anyways. i told my mom that their gifts this year were a hit. she asked if i had got pictures and i was sad to say that both my camera batteries were dead. i felt horrible. i only got one picture of briea. so here it is. They all really loved all the gifts from the grandparents. This was such a fun year. The kids were so excited. I wish we could &amp;nbsp;have been with everyone so that they all could have seen the fun expressions on the kids faces.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-6114044792316190487?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6114044792316190487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6114044792316190487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6114044792316190487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6114044792316190487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-my-mom.html' title='for my mom'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5zMc6cMz9o/TvEvwS8jz-I/AAAAAAAAVLQ/ENU6_wdusUk/s72-c/DSC_0376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-8194468610241640973</id><published>2011-12-20T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:57:18.559-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick-DR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy mom moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIza6MK1iZQ/TvEsaert6xI/AAAAAAAAVLI/eUWR9Y7zKIA/s1600/hospital.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIza6MK1iZQ/TvEsaert6xI/AAAAAAAAVLI/eUWR9Y7zKIA/s400/hospital.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once again. sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i get sick, man i really get sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for some reason, once i get sick, i just can't stop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got to the er around 8:00pm and did not leave until 2:00am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turns out that i had Gastroenteritis, and it kicked my rear end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;luckily i was not admitted. but it did change our plans a little.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am feeling much better after getting re-hydrated&amp;nbsp;and some medicine to calm my stomach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as we speak I'm sipping on my Gatorade and slowly munching on some toast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have decided to just take things slowly. i am hoping that will help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-8194468610241640973?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8194468610241640973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=8194468610241640973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8194468610241640973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8194468610241640973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIza6MK1iZQ/TvEsaert6xI/AAAAAAAAVLI/eUWR9Y7zKIA/s72-c/hospital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7929357720937882962</id><published>2011-12-16T16:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:28:46.356-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy mom moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Tonight is the night!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight is a night that I look forward to all year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have a tradition of going out to look at Christmas lights and picking the house that we feel is the best. Then we leave them a little treat in their mail box!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlEqFmc4tK8/TuvFb4rZoxI/AAAAAAAAVK8/n3ndVEJhrjU/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlEqFmc4tK8/TuvFb4rZoxI/AAAAAAAAVK8/n3ndVEJhrjU/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only is it fun to leave a surprise for a stranger, I think it is good to encourage people to be festive for the holidays. People seem so bah-humbug as the years go on. I always hear people say, "ah, what is the point", or "it is just to much work". Well it might be a lot of work, but for Christmas junkies like me, I really appreciate their effort. So this is a fun way to let them know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will post pictures later of the winner!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can hardly wait for it to get dark outside!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-7929357720937882962?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7929357720937882962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7929357720937882962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7929357720937882962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7929357720937882962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/tonight-is-night.html' title='Tonight is the night!!!!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlEqFmc4tK8/TuvFb4rZoxI/AAAAAAAAVK8/n3ndVEJhrjU/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-2918688768506431080</id><published>2011-12-16T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:23:38.675-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinterest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>craft-tastic!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so my friend showed me how to make these cute little Christmas tree ornaments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really loved them. I thought they were simple and cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;each year we buy or make ornaments for each person in the family, so this year I decided this would be the&amp;nbsp;ornament&amp;nbsp;for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tMGamY4XIRA/TuvDVKHWcII/AAAAAAAAVKY/yVq32sTwRoM/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tMGamY4XIRA/TuvDVKHWcII/AAAAAAAAVKY/yVq32sTwRoM/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;here are the ones that I made for everyone. mine was already on the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VtZZrT69zas/TuvDYT_PAhI/AAAAAAAAVKg/gzH_BihlrUA/s1600/DSC_0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VtZZrT69zas/TuvDYT_PAhI/AAAAAAAAVKg/gzH_BihlrUA/s400/DSC_0018.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The girls have pink thread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo7i38tnlPU/TuvDbmSqBWI/AAAAAAAAVKo/3plhJk--7fY/s1600/DSC_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo7i38tnlPU/TuvDbmSqBWI/AAAAAAAAVKo/3plhJk--7fY/s400/DSC_0019.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boys have blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are not completely done. I still have to attach the ribbon on the top. But close enough to blog about. I also thought about adding a star. We will see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had some left over felt and so i decided to do a reindeer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;umm. ya. he turned out a little scary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;garran and I had a good laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think it might be the green eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWUbIQkfIBU/TuvDfQHhIjI/AAAAAAAAVKw/lyT2Zwh9pK0/s1600/DSC_0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWUbIQkfIBU/TuvDfQHhIjI/AAAAAAAAVKw/lyT2Zwh9pK0/s400/DSC_0020.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways, i really enjoy doing fun little stuff like this. I think it is one of the reasons i love Christmas so much. it brings out my crafty side!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6754947649266903673-2918688768506431080?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2918688768506431080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=2918688768506431080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2918688768506431080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2918688768506431080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/craft-tastic.html' title='craft-tastic!!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tMGamY4XIRA/TuvDVKHWcII/AAAAAAAAVKY/yVq32sTwRoM/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3397483981134780776</id><published>2011-12-16T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:15:09.451-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Winter Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The other night, Cullan had a winter concert at his school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He kept calling it his winter sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were supposed to wear winter or Christmas gear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my handsome little fella before we left the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4GbsuZ-F-Q/TuvAuEm4RWI/AAAAAAAAVKQ/Ou6KWZim1PM/s1600/DSC_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4GbsuZ-F-Q/TuvAuEm4RWI/AAAAAAAAVKQ/Ou6KWZim1PM/s400/DSC_0001.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He looks so festive and all ready to sing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150434046014156" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150434046014156" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly all my videos got deleted, but luckily I &amp;nbsp;had posted this one on facebook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully it will work on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a very cute program.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cullan was really grooving in one. I am sad that it got deleted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great time watching Cullan sing the cute songs he had worked so hard on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-3397483981134780776?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3397483981134780776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3397483981134780776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3397483981134780776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3397483981134780776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-sing.html' title='Winter Sing'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4GbsuZ-F-Q/TuvAuEm4RWI/AAAAAAAAVKQ/Ou6KWZim1PM/s72-c/DSC_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-9004931458892403854</id><published>2011-12-11T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:09:00.904-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Craft Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;well the ladies at our church put on a holiday craft party every year. the rules are on the invitation that everyone has to bring some sort of food to share and a craft. it can either be homemade or store bought, but you can not spend more that $10.00.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year I saw an idea on pinterest. Luckily i had everything i needed except for the vinyl, which luckily my friend becca had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So my gift was basically free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Woo Hoo for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, here it is. I think it turned out pretty cute. You can hang it somewhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxxc83kJDy0/TuVgsqmyzRI/AAAAAAAAVJ8/_tBHHfaOJDo/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxxc83kJDy0/TuVgsqmyzRI/AAAAAAAAVJ8/_tBHHfaOJDo/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" width="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I did not have anything to wrap it in, besides Dora wrapping paper. So i tried to get creative. That did not go over so well. I stuck it in this plastic bag with tissue paper and then made a flower to go on it. not my best work, but it worked none the less.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HYzFbJDkEw/TuVgwk2xuRI/AAAAAAAAVKE/u5IJ1sDWcBQ/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HYzFbJDkEw/TuVgwk2xuRI/AAAAAAAAVKE/u5IJ1sDWcBQ/s400/DSC_0005.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year I received a cute Christmas tree made of these white feathers. it is really pretty and I have to keep it up high from all the admiring little hands in our house. ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i enjoy these party's each year. it is a fun time to get to just hang out with some really fun ladies. their are no children and no husbands. just the girls. we play games to see who will get what gift and so it makes for a fun night. This year was the best because i went with some good friends of mine. We had lots of laughter!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-9004931458892403854?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/9004931458892403854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=9004931458892403854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/9004931458892403854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/9004931458892403854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-craft-party.html' title='Christmas Craft Party'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxxc83kJDy0/TuVgsqmyzRI/AAAAAAAAVJ8/_tBHHfaOJDo/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3717972751873241790</id><published>2011-12-09T11:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T12:01:20.943-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>fancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiPKTpokhUo/TuJMXp1uWEI/AAAAAAAAVJ0/3zYDed3-rYs/s1600/392137_10150422106214156_505249155_8892801_441462483_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiPKTpokhUo/TuJMXp1uWEI/AAAAAAAAVJ0/3zYDed3-rYs/s400/392137_10150422106214156_505249155_8892801_441462483_n+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this kid never stops making me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the other day we were sitting on the couch and cullan looked at me and said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"do you know what this is (see picture above)?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said no. He then said, "this is the fancy way to pick your nose!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where he comes up with this stuff i will never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it makes me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-3717972751873241790?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3717972751873241790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3717972751873241790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3717972751873241790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3717972751873241790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/fancy.html' title='fancy'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WiPKTpokhUo/TuJMXp1uWEI/AAAAAAAAVJ0/3zYDed3-rYs/s72-c/392137_10150422106214156_505249155_8892801_441462483_n+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-1955820806910621863</id><published>2011-12-08T09:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:37:08.699-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad school'/><title type='text'>Who is this Rockstar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMK-212GU5w/TuDYsMgTrbI/AAAAAAAAVJs/zIuVc4e6UiQ/s1600/DSC_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMK-212GU5w/TuDYsMgTrbI/AAAAAAAAVJs/zIuVc4e6UiQ/s400/DSC_0379.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just my Husband!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Garran's futures so bright....he has to wear shades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(does anyone remember that song. LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways, i am going to do some bragging for a minute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;garran had his end of year critique with his professors. they liked the work that he has been doing so much that they asked him to make another set of prints to put in the school archive. then they also told him that next year he will be teaching the undergrad printmaking class!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woo HOoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of his hard work is paying off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited to see him do so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is his website if you are interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;www.garrangillespie.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-1955820806910621863?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1955820806910621863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=1955820806910621863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1955820806910621863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1955820806910621863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-is-this-rockstar.html' title='Who is this Rockstar?'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMK-212GU5w/TuDYsMgTrbI/AAAAAAAAVJs/zIuVc4e6UiQ/s72-c/DSC_0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7205091150369204661</id><published>2011-12-07T20:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T20:41:52.428-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Ginger Bread Houses 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;well it is that time of year again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;during the holidays are family has a few traditions that we get really excited about, and this is one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;every year we make gingerbread houses and invite the missionaries from our church over to join us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we figure if they are not going to be home for Christmas, they should still get to do something fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYXYvlXFGx8/TuAhBnP30sI/AAAAAAAAVIE/Q8p5xgAI4uo/s1600/DSC_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYXYvlXFGx8/TuAhBnP30sI/AAAAAAAAVIE/Q8p5xgAI4uo/s400/DSC_0001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are the ladies from church. We were just getting started and so I took one before picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_MjO5nDjRs/TuAhFq8bdZI/AAAAAAAAVIM/tozONzKDMGM/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_MjO5nDjRs/TuAhFq8bdZI/AAAAAAAAVIM/tozONzKDMGM/s400/DSC_0004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was my house when it was all said and done. My favorite part is the fire pit in the front.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UchHZzGtiFU/TuAhIrpN1jI/AAAAAAAAVIU/V_Z4y2XYoOk/s1600/DSC_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UchHZzGtiFU/TuAhIrpN1jI/AAAAAAAAVIU/V_Z4y2XYoOk/s400/DSC_0006.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kael and his house. Sadly about two minutes after taking this picture it hit the floor. No fear. We will rebuild!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITy9Nl7CF5M/TuAhMLk09gI/AAAAAAAAVIc/9MpT0BPuVPo/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITy9Nl7CF5M/TuAhMLk09gI/AAAAAAAAVIc/9MpT0BPuVPo/s400/DSC_0007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cullan and his colorful house. He is not done and would like to continue on tomorrow. I am not exactly sure where else he might be able to add anything, but I am sure he will figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBlPPPtTHA4/TuAhO2QO-HI/AAAAAAAAVIk/brgkdOeVDXI/s1600/DSC_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBlPPPtTHA4/TuAhO2QO-HI/AAAAAAAAVIk/brgkdOeVDXI/s400/DSC_0009.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Briea is my minimalist. However if you could see inside her house. You would see it is full of candy ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xT8uQ677_hc/TuAhTrk_liI/AAAAAAAAVIs/l6lM4GyCnwE/s1600/DSC_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xT8uQ677_hc/TuAhTrk_liI/AAAAAAAAVIs/l6lM4GyCnwE/s400/DSC_0011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My house again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWpdfXVvGS8/TuAhXHT0GjI/AAAAAAAAVI4/FurnHZxzYyM/s1600/DSC_0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWpdfXVvGS8/TuAhXHT0GjI/AAAAAAAAVI4/FurnHZxzYyM/s400/DSC_0012.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Group shot...minus Ayla. She was working her way around the table looking cute and then being handed candy. I think this was even better for her than her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfRyEdzwMe4/TuAhaM6LZcI/AAAAAAAAVJA/UYLDmzntPAY/s1600/DSC_0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfRyEdzwMe4/TuAhaM6LZcI/AAAAAAAAVJA/UYLDmzntPAY/s400/DSC_0017.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garran with his house. I have no idea what this face was about. I think he was trying to be a mobster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaYrFYhutBE/TuAhff6ASdI/AAAAAAAAVJI/TxmPSFsX2Pg/s1600/DSC_0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaYrFYhutBE/TuAhff6ASdI/AAAAAAAAVJI/TxmPSFsX2Pg/s400/DSC_0018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;See his snowman met an untimely end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--bQN69DQZeI/TuAhhxE2j-I/AAAAAAAAVJQ/KutBsxzhFhk/s1600/DSC_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--bQN69DQZeI/TuAhhxE2j-I/AAAAAAAAVJQ/KutBsxzhFhk/s400/DSC_0019.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought she did a pretty good job for her first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtzNoWpRFQ4/TuAhnsSdTsI/AAAAAAAAVJg/HV_ELwOjjhc/s1600/sistero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RtzNoWpRFQ4/TuAhnsSdTsI/AAAAAAAAVJg/HV_ELwOjjhc/s400/sistero.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Same with Sister O. They both had a fun time and did not even mind the insane mess that this activity makes of our kitchen ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRoAcDa8yro/TuAhkiaWdFI/AAAAAAAAVJY/oe88e5ZoP4Q/s1600/DSC_0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRoAcDa8yro/TuAhkiaWdFI/AAAAAAAAVJY/oe88e5ZoP4Q/s400/DSC_0023.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last but not least! My little sneaky baby. When Kael's house feel apart, Ayla snagged this piece before any of us could get to it. She was so proud of herself. She is such a little stinker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6754947649266903673-7205091150369204661?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7205091150369204661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7205091150369204661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7205091150369204661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7205091150369204661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/ginger-bread-houses-2011.html' title='Ginger Bread Houses 2011'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HYXYvlXFGx8/TuAhBnP30sI/AAAAAAAAVIE/Q8p5xgAI4uo/s72-c/DSC_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-1629163267036302612</id><published>2011-12-07T13:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:49:37.679-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briea'/><title type='text'>my girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;let me say i love my boys just as much as my girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but i just loved this picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztj5mxX7GcI/Tt_Cdwb3RiI/AAAAAAAAVH8/IaAuCc3TMZg/s1600/girls2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztj5mxX7GcI/Tt_Cdwb3RiI/AAAAAAAAVH8/IaAuCc3TMZg/s400/girls2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1c1c1c; font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She's a little bit of sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She's a smile to light your days,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She will steal your heart and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;keep it with her warm endearing ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;She's your precious little daughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;With a sweetness from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Who will fill your years with laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;and your lives with lots of love&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/6754947649266903673-1629163267036302612?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1629163267036302612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=1629163267036302612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1629163267036302612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1629163267036302612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-girls.html' title='my girls'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztj5mxX7GcI/Tt_Cdwb3RiI/AAAAAAAAVH8/IaAuCc3TMZg/s72-c/girls2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6570586206438717246</id><published>2011-12-02T23:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:43:13.412-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>christmas helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtlnAh-qAWQ/Ttm2o1qtfOI/AAAAAAAAVHQ/ztowKozBCz8/s1600/aylachristmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtlnAh-qAWQ/Ttm2o1qtfOI/AAAAAAAAVHQ/ztowKozBCz8/s400/aylachristmas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ayla got in the christmas spirit and decided to help me decorate!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-6570586206438717246?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6570586206438717246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6570586206438717246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6570586206438717246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6570586206438717246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-helper.html' title='christmas helper'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtlnAh-qAWQ/Ttm2o1qtfOI/AAAAAAAAVHQ/ztowKozBCz8/s72-c/aylachristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6838183809887911032</id><published>2011-12-02T23:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T23:39:47.779-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick-DR'/><title type='text'>no posts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i have not posted much lately because since thanksgiving we have been doing a lot of sickness at our house. when we have sickness, we also do a lot of sleeping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here is the proof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtSUG6l3GyY/Ttm1W_fYR1I/AAAAAAAAVGo/jqhhQEXVSRQ/s1600/b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtSUG6l3GyY/Ttm1W_fYR1I/AAAAAAAAVGo/jqhhQEXVSRQ/s400/b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OUNxY0Kx_A4/Ttm1Z_z6ZlI/AAAAAAAAVGw/4wJ0wRTXHQ8/s1600/briea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OUNxY0Kx_A4/Ttm1Z_z6ZlI/AAAAAAAAVGw/4wJ0wRTXHQ8/s400/briea.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbxamVI79Kg/Ttm1e8OT-yI/AAAAAAAAVG4/S7jVIZ2O_d8/s1600/gandgs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbxamVI79Kg/Ttm1e8OT-yI/AAAAAAAAVG4/S7jVIZ2O_d8/s400/gandgs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4DXoUxPAKI/Ttm1hAKcfyI/AAAAAAAAVHA/lu86ykNfuxY/s1600/liz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4DXoUxPAKI/Ttm1hAKcfyI/AAAAAAAAVHA/lu86ykNfuxY/s400/liz.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;oh wait, this is just Ayla being cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aacv41vBCM4/Ttm1jUPjTbI/AAAAAAAAVHI/InWUTed-AJQ/s1600/sleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aacv41vBCM4/Ttm1jUPjTbI/AAAAAAAAVHI/InWUTed-AJQ/s400/sleep.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back to sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's hoping the sickness leaves us soon so we can be well for the holidays.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-6838183809887911032?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6838183809887911032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6838183809887911032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6838183809887911032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6838183809887911032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-posts.html' title='no posts.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtSUG6l3GyY/Ttm1W_fYR1I/AAAAAAAAVGo/jqhhQEXVSRQ/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-8484984983513027989</id><published>2011-11-29T20:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:22:50.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This time of year, I always need to hear this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8nczw6xHJ0I" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my favorite messages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-8484984983513027989?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8484984983513027989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=8484984983513027989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8484984983513027989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8484984983513027989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-time-of-year-i-always-need-to-hear.html' title='This time of year, I always need to hear this.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8nczw6xHJ0I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-5958719508652541356</id><published>2011-11-29T20:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:20:14.860-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph3sAMUY0Xo/TtWSAbg51wI/AAAAAAAAVGU/WaBb3xi6cQs/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph3sAMUY0Xo/TtWSAbg51wI/AAAAAAAAVGU/WaBb3xi6cQs/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this year our thanksgiving was pretty laid back. my dad came to celebrate with us, however most of us were sick. So Thanksgiving include PJ's, yummy food and sleeping on the couch. Our two little ladies did not even make it to the table. They were sound asleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z73O4r7PfEE/TtWSpmt7HTI/AAAAAAAAVGc/VliSF6NR9Ws/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z73O4r7PfEE/TtWSpmt7HTI/AAAAAAAAVGc/VliSF6NR9Ws/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-5958719508652541356?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5958719508652541356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=5958719508652541356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5958719508652541356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5958719508652541356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph3sAMUY0Xo/TtWSAbg51wI/AAAAAAAAVGU/WaBb3xi6cQs/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7105327407752368286</id><published>2011-11-25T22:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T22:46:07.599-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is my 2 Front teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeJlk7uHaUQ/TtBuaYV15EI/AAAAAAAAVGM/FH4-qSr30fE/s1600/2frontteeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeJlk7uHaUQ/TtBuaYV15EI/AAAAAAAAVGM/FH4-qSr30fE/s400/2frontteeth.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First tooth lost. November 21st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second tooth lost.&amp;nbsp;November&amp;nbsp;25th.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first tooth, there were some tears shed. Some blood but great&amp;nbsp;surprise&amp;nbsp;when the tooth fairy showed up the next morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Second tooth, no tears, hardly any blood. So much&amp;nbsp;excitement&amp;nbsp;about the tooth fairy coming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do I feel so old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loosing teeth happens to kids, but for some reason it makes it seem real that mine are growing up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-7105327407752368286?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7105327407752368286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7105327407752368286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7105327407752368286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7105327407752368286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-my-2-front.html' title='All I want for Christmas is my 2 Front teeth!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeJlk7uHaUQ/TtBuaYV15EI/AAAAAAAAVGM/FH4-qSr30fE/s72-c/2frontteeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-2140054302265237771</id><published>2011-11-22T10:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T11:02:00.851-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friends ;0)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;on our way back from meeting Victoria we stopped to see our friends the Palmers.&amp;nbsp;Unfortunately&amp;nbsp;Oliver is not doing well and we really wanted to see him and let the kids play together for a while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was so sweet. Everyone was so excited about seeing each other... including the adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Palmers have a pet that my kids were fascinated with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Hermione!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_zgJekT_Uc/TsvR121MsYI/AAAAAAAAVEI/lHRyHsJ9szk/s1600/DSC_0477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_zgJekT_Uc/TsvR121MsYI/AAAAAAAAVEI/lHRyHsJ9szk/s400/DSC_0477.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids thought she was really cool. Well Kael and Briea did. Cullan was indifferent. Ayla would look but that was about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-alIuA5J28yM/TsvR3D3D56I/AAAAAAAAVEQ/D1NCtn-Bw00/s1600/DSC_0480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-alIuA5J28yM/TsvR3D3D56I/AAAAAAAAVEQ/D1NCtn-Bw00/s400/DSC_0480.jpg" width="351" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is a strong little turtle. She would try and pull herself out of the box and stretch her neck out so long. I always thought it was funny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODlV8-olHMs/TsvR4v-l0mI/AAAAAAAAVEY/ZcXKrNWmgsc/s1600/DSC_0491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODlV8-olHMs/TsvR4v-l0mI/AAAAAAAAVEY/ZcXKrNWmgsc/s400/DSC_0491.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These two were like two peas in a pod. They had so much fun. I love Jarens face in this picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7aCtF48L4y8/TsvR6pnbU1I/AAAAAAAAVEg/9oDOx6vyIk8/s1600/DSC_0496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7aCtF48L4y8/TsvR6pnbU1I/AAAAAAAAVEg/9oDOx6vyIk8/s400/DSC_0496.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stacy showing Hermione to the littler kids of our group.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V4GthNk7Ulg/TsvR88e9NsI/AAAAAAAAVEo/9x-y_DQnmdQ/s1600/DSC_0500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V4GthNk7Ulg/TsvR88e9NsI/AAAAAAAAVEo/9x-y_DQnmdQ/s400/DSC_0500.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Finny really loved Briea's pink boots. He stomped all&amp;nbsp;around&amp;nbsp;in them. I just love this&amp;nbsp;picture. I think he is such a cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bPiRVk0RUls/TsvR-X3YgqI/AAAAAAAAVEw/a9KXOBAg_uo/s1600/DSC_0504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bPiRVk0RUls/TsvR-X3YgqI/AAAAAAAAVEw/a9KXOBAg_uo/s400/DSC_0504.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Someone had let the palmers borrow a game that Oliver really liked. He had convinced Ed to play with him, even though Ed assured him that Oliver would beat him. It was fun to watch him have so much fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRy1mWLbIPQ/TsvSAprgjHI/AAAAAAAAVE4/1eTTkVNFV28/s1600/DSC_0509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRy1mWLbIPQ/TsvSAprgjHI/AAAAAAAAVE4/1eTTkVNFV28/s400/DSC_0509.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Briea was LOVIN all of Eden's baby dolls and Barbies. I think she could have stayed much longer to play and love on her dolls. Not to mention she thinks older girls are pretty cool, so there was that as well. ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2izDBPjDVU/TsvSCR19aRI/AAAAAAAAVFA/RQltOnIGgMM/s1600/DSC_0513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2izDBPjDVU/TsvSCR19aRI/AAAAAAAAVFA/RQltOnIGgMM/s400/DSC_0513.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poor Garran was not feeling well at all and was super tired. He feel asleep like this on their couch. I could not resist snapping a picture of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75HStWCzows/TsvSEF9i5zI/AAAAAAAAVFI/anosX03PPQY/s1600/DSC_0514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75HStWCzows/TsvSEF9i5zI/AAAAAAAAVFI/anosX03PPQY/s400/DSC_0514.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who is that cute thing sporting a mustache?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ayla saw the older kids playing with these. She brought it over and I put it on &amp;nbsp;her. Of course I had to snap quickly because she proceeded to rip it off. But it sure was cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP6_duIH-QA/TsvSFMtNN4I/AAAAAAAAVFQ/iLnucaEuhDE/s1600/DSC_0516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bP6_duIH-QA/TsvSFMtNN4I/AAAAAAAAVFQ/iLnucaEuhDE/s400/DSC_0516.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I told Ollie that I need some pictures of he and his family to update our wall. I had not seen them in a while and so I needed some new ones. Ollie is such a funny kid. He started hamming it up. The top one &amp;nbsp;makes me want to sing that Rico Suave song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMDbEpJrV90/TsvSGZ82NrI/AAAAAAAAVFY/AS6SGzBZM14/s1600/DSC_0517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMDbEpJrV90/TsvSGZ82NrI/AAAAAAAAVFY/AS6SGzBZM14/s400/DSC_0517.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;These to pictures just make me smile. Oliver has an awesome laugh. It is most&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;contagious. When I look at these I can just hear it in my head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtxt3WVIhZk/TsvSHX4iGCI/AAAAAAAAVFg/VrqZbQEv_rQ/s1600/DSC_0518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtxt3WVIhZk/TsvSHX4iGCI/AAAAAAAAVFg/VrqZbQEv_rQ/s400/DSC_0518.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course we took a group shot of all our littles together. We don't get to see each other as often as we would like so I always like to take a group shot when we get together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3guWnx8EDAg/TsvSLO3V9WI/AAAAAAAAVFw/ihjmvIbQK9s/s1600/DSC_0527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3guWnx8EDAg/TsvSLO3V9WI/AAAAAAAAVFw/ihjmvIbQK9s/s400/DSC_0527.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for letting us drop in Palmer Family!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so much fun to chat and catch up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-2140054302265237771?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2140054302265237771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=2140054302265237771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2140054302265237771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2140054302265237771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/friends-0.html' title='Friends ;0)'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_zgJekT_Uc/TsvR121MsYI/AAAAAAAAVEI/lHRyHsJ9szk/s72-c/DSC_0477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-8070572303086820940</id><published>2011-11-22T10:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:48:38.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><title type='text'>we are family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so i have had a secret.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in august i found out that i had an older sister. my mom decided that it was a good time to let me know about her. she had been looking for her for a long time but had not had any luck finding her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so when my mom told me about her, i told her that i was going to start searching for her too. one month later we found her. This past weekend was the first time we got to meet in person. We had all spoke with her on the phone, but this was what we were really looking forward to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8o4ydGbDlM/TsvIBz8zOTI/AAAAAAAAVD4/ewCCflVWj0Y/s1600/DSC_0453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8o4ydGbDlM/TsvIBz8zOTI/AAAAAAAAVD4/ewCCflVWj0Y/s400/DSC_0453.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a picture of my mom and my older sister Victoria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-te21aX_oUPc/TsvH_xqgrsI/AAAAAAAAVDw/59bd1nIy0bg/s1600/DSC_0440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-te21aX_oUPc/TsvH_xqgrsI/AAAAAAAAVDw/59bd1nIy0bg/s400/DSC_0440.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here is a picture of my mom and my two sisters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(L-R, Victoria, Mom, Sara)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Along with Victoria coming we had some family come in as well. We met late Friday night and then spend all day Saturday and part of Sunday together. I took a bunch of random snap shots while we were together. It was so great to meet Victoria. She is just AWESOME!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so happy that we found her and that we get to have her as part of our family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5at8NB7uYRc/TsvHzNGPf2I/AAAAAAAAVC4/JECcAyjOWE0/s1600/DSC_0396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5at8NB7uYRc/TsvHzNGPf2I/AAAAAAAAVC4/JECcAyjOWE0/s400/DSC_0396.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Miss. B sitting at the table chatting with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMOs6bfjKhQ/TsvH00VpxuI/AAAAAAAAVDA/mTC3Oelg4iQ/s1600/DSC_0403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMOs6bfjKhQ/TsvH00VpxuI/AAAAAAAAVDA/mTC3Oelg4iQ/s400/DSC_0403.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ayla cheesing it up for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcPQvZWBbkQ/TsvH2ka9qTI/AAAAAAAAVDI/c7jAxov40UY/s1600/DSC_0407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcPQvZWBbkQ/TsvH2ka9qTI/AAAAAAAAVDI/c7jAxov40UY/s400/DSC_0407.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my moms sister, My Aunt Sue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDXfcmrHXa8/TsvH4XthEwI/AAAAAAAAVDQ/qT6Tl5DUPlo/s1600/DSC_0410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDXfcmrHXa8/TsvH4XthEwI/AAAAAAAAVDQ/qT6Tl5DUPlo/s400/DSC_0410.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My brother in law Jeremy, and Kael. They were hanging out under the bar, just having a chat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTiVIfDVcls/TsvH52d5wFI/AAAAAAAAVDY/WfnFq-Br8xo/s1600/DSC_0415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mTiVIfDVcls/TsvH52d5wFI/AAAAAAAAVDY/WfnFq-Br8xo/s400/DSC_0415.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Victoria chatting with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTn8sEGJ9cc/TsvH7z7MlSI/AAAAAAAAVDg/IjlCtHoTG24/s1600/DSC_0421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTn8sEGJ9cc/TsvH7z7MlSI/AAAAAAAAVDg/IjlCtHoTG24/s400/DSC_0421.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well this is my grandmothers head, and my mom and sister chatting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5hiXmID-rtQ/TsvH94m8pMI/AAAAAAAAVDo/3a0i2oJIkWQ/s1600/DSC_0422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5hiXmID-rtQ/TsvH94m8pMI/AAAAAAAAVDo/3a0i2oJIkWQ/s400/DSC_0422.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is just a group shot of everyone sitting around chatting. It was a very laid back weekend. We just enjoyed our time getting to know each other and visiting. It was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YbRKTGOt1qI/TsvLFlftxrI/AAAAAAAAVEA/oouhpX-WXEw/s1600/CIMG1420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YbRKTGOt1qI/TsvLFlftxrI/AAAAAAAAVEA/oouhpX-WXEw/s400/CIMG1420.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and of course, ready or not...she was loved on by my group. they were so excited to meet her. they chatted with her any chance they got and loved every minute they got to spend with their new aunt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am really grateful that we got to spend the weekend with Victoria and I hope we get together again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6754947649266903673-8070572303086820940?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8070572303086820940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=8070572303086820940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8070572303086820940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8070572303086820940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-are-family.html' title='we are family'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8o4ydGbDlM/TsvIBz8zOTI/AAAAAAAAVD4/ewCCflVWj0Y/s72-c/DSC_0453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6944149081372723900</id><published>2011-11-22T09:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:58:02.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>trip rewards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3NuLsaI9gtU/TsvEje9xpqI/AAAAAAAAVCw/Jp3rjZAysSw/s1600/DSC_0373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3NuLsaI9gtU/TsvEje9xpqI/AAAAAAAAVCw/Jp3rjZAysSw/s400/DSC_0373.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this idea on pinterest. You make one for each of your kids. Then you hang them in the car. If they kids are good, their tag stays up. If they are not, they come down. It is a nice visual reminder. Then when you reach your destination, they get some kind of little gift. It could be a piece of candy or something small. The dollar store is great for stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did this for the first time on our trip this weekend and it worked really well. It helped with whining about not being there and small little fights that happen as the kids start to get restless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-6944149081372723900?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6944149081372723900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6944149081372723900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6944149081372723900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6944149081372723900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/trip-rewards.html' title='trip rewards'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3NuLsaI9gtU/TsvEje9xpqI/AAAAAAAAVCw/Jp3rjZAysSw/s72-c/DSC_0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6710737800311530978</id><published>2011-11-18T09:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:06:34.815-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>How do you measure, measure a year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ten thousand nine hundred fifty days....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moments so dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok i dont know why but "seasons of love" has been stuck in my head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but hey, i have survived...10950 days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heres to many more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-6710737800311530978?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6710737800311530978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6710737800311530978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6710737800311530978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6710737800311530978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-do-you-measure-measure-year.html' title='How do you measure, measure a year....'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-4890172097566709476</id><published>2011-11-16T15:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:32:55.799-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure talent=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><title type='text'>someone like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CegkCEUw7x4" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love when he closes his eyes and sings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It cracks me up every time I watch it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He is such a funny kid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-4890172097566709476?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4890172097566709476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=4890172097566709476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4890172097566709476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4890172097566709476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/someone-like-you.html' title='someone like you'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CegkCEUw7x4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-1788107684729616786</id><published>2011-11-15T10:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:08:19.521-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet moments'/><title type='text'>daddy's girl...take two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P758WCYKPs8/TsKN8mn_MSI/AAAAAAAAVCg/091tHhUPnKA/s1600/IMG_6674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P758WCYKPs8/TsKN8mn_MSI/AAAAAAAAVCg/091tHhUPnKA/s400/IMG_6674.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;garran sure loves his girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the feeling is pretty mutual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they light up when ever he walks in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that they have such a great dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-1788107684729616786?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1788107684729616786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=1788107684729616786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1788107684729616786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1788107684729616786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/daddys-girltake-two.html' title='daddy&apos;s girl...take two'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P758WCYKPs8/TsKN8mn_MSI/AAAAAAAAVCg/091tHhUPnKA/s72-c/IMG_6674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-1049257222648996676</id><published>2011-11-15T09:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:56:51.486-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>sacrifice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi3GkFMo6vQ/TsKJ1mvrFiI/AAAAAAAAVBo/vxAbqQPmAFk/s1600/IMG_6794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi3GkFMo6vQ/TsKJ1mvrFiI/AAAAAAAAVBo/vxAbqQPmAFk/s400/IMG_6794.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i look at this picture, i feel really lucky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this past week, i have seen Garran work so hard. Get up at the crack of dawn only to not get home until one or two in the morning. I know it is not easy for him. I know he is tired. I know he stressed. On top of all that, he will find ways to help me by cleaning the kitchen or starting a load of laundry for me. i just thought i would take the time to say how much i appreciate his sacrifice for our family. I am sadly not one of those amazing wives that has an&amp;nbsp;immaculate&amp;nbsp;home and everything perfectly put into place, with 4 perfectly dressed kids. I have to admit that I think my job is hard as well. Well worth it, but hard none the less. I just appreciate that Garran sees that and even when he is crazy busy still tries to make sure I have a little bit easier of a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i recently read a quote that said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Never marry a man that you would not want your son to be just like"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would be over the moon if my boys came out of their childhood with even half of Garran's characteristics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is a Great Guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-1049257222648996676?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1049257222648996676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=1049257222648996676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1049257222648996676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1049257222648996676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/sacrifice.html' title='sacrifice.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi3GkFMo6vQ/TsKJ1mvrFiI/AAAAAAAAVBo/vxAbqQPmAFk/s72-c/IMG_6794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-5531336147372838222</id><published>2011-11-11T16:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:40:29.017-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>my guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmw2W5noync/Tr2gpWyYUsI/AAAAAAAAVBM/Cw9lx4QUosU/s1600/DSC_0384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmw2W5noync/Tr2gpWyYUsI/AAAAAAAAVBM/Cw9lx4QUosU/s400/DSC_0384.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am such a happy mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had parent teacher conferences yesterday and today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we will do kael first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kael:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when it came to school work, he got checks in the excellent&amp;nbsp;column&amp;nbsp;for everything. she said he is right on track and doing awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she said he is very kind to others and loves to talk to everyone. she said he shares well and listens very well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his teacher said he was a joy to have in class and just to keep up what we are doing because he is a great kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cullan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today cullan's teacher showed me his journal pages. I will scan some of them to put on here. they were very animated. she showed me his report card. he got all three's. that is great. three's are the best. &amp;nbsp;she said that she just loves having him in class. she commented that she wished she had more time to listen to all the great things he has to say, but it is hard with 28 kids in the class. she said that cullan was a great example to the other kids of following the rules and being kind to others. she said that it was great to have him in class, because he really helps show the other kids how to be and how to act towards others. i had to laugh when she said that he helped the others expand their vocabulary because he sure knew a lot of words and was always helping other kids with vocabulary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope to have many more&amp;nbsp;conferences&amp;nbsp;just like these!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-5531336147372838222?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5531336147372838222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=5531336147372838222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5531336147372838222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5531336147372838222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-guys.html' title='my guys.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmw2W5noync/Tr2gpWyYUsI/AAAAAAAAVBM/Cw9lx4QUosU/s72-c/DSC_0384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-5334854918675292565</id><published>2011-11-11T16:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:24:05.837-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>baby lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EghL1_WGSFE/Tr2gSDP8DgI/AAAAAAAAVBE/TyI1HsvrHHk/s1600/DSC_0373-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EghL1_WGSFE/Tr2gSDP8DgI/AAAAAAAAVBE/TyI1HsvrHHk/s400/DSC_0373-2.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no big surprise that cullan loves babies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is an awesome big brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is usually at school when i watch this little fella, but today he was home and he was loving it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-5334854918675292565?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5334854918675292565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=5334854918675292565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5334854918675292565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5334854918675292565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/baby-lover.html' title='baby lover'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EghL1_WGSFE/Tr2gSDP8DgI/AAAAAAAAVBE/TyI1HsvrHHk/s72-c/DSC_0373-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-2412524293676773481</id><published>2011-11-11T08:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:10:10.836-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid interviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>kid interviews 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTYDs2Yhx2A/Tr01j85m7VI/AAAAAAAAVAg/m1Prh5Fwie4/s1600/DSC_0373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTYDs2Yhx2A/Tr01j85m7VI/AAAAAAAAVAg/m1Prh5Fwie4/s400/DSC_0373.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cullan-6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;1. Who is your mom? you&lt;br /&gt;2. What does she do? tell us everything and your the boss&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is your daddy? Garran&lt;br /&gt;4. What does he do? goes to work, and he is the boss of mom and the kids&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite color? green, red, blue&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want to do when you grow up? teach about the church.&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite breakfast? cereal&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite lunch? cake&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite dinner? cheese pizza&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite snack? crackers&lt;br /&gt;11. What food do you not like? lemons, pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your favorite animal? sheep&lt;br /&gt;13.Where do you want to live when you grow up? california, wait i mean close to my grandma and grandpas, because they would miss me.&lt;br /&gt;14. What do mom and dad do when you go to bed?stay down stairs and chat&lt;br /&gt;15. What does daddy say? "It's spanking time!" (Garran teases the boys and usually ends up tickling them or giving them play spanks. Just so you don't think we beat our kids!)&lt;br /&gt;16. What does mommy say? "oh my" and "what in the world"&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite song? 5 little monkeys&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite movie? transformers-animated&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite ice cream? vanilla and chocolate&lt;br /&gt;20. Where is your favorite place to eat? steak and shake&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is your favorite person? my parents&lt;br /&gt;22. Who is your best friend? Vtell, Joanna, Kevin&lt;br /&gt;23.What is your favorite book? 5 Little monkeys&lt;br /&gt;24. Who are your brothers/sisters? Kael, Briea and Ayla&lt;br /&gt;25. Where did they come from? my moms stomach&lt;br /&gt;26. What is your favorite thing to do?have cake, watch movies with popcorn&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your favorite toy? legos, trains, trucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KwYhh3hmLg/Tr01oH1M97I/AAAAAAAAVAo/78aHCw0xchA/s1600/DSC_0374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KwYhh3hmLg/Tr01oH1M97I/AAAAAAAAVAo/78aHCw0xchA/s400/DSC_0374.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kael-5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Who is your mom? You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. What does she do? cooks dinner for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;3. Who is your daddy? Garran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;4. What does he do? he thinks its fun to give us spankings (see above note about this comment on Cullans ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;5. What is your favorite color? purple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;6. What do you want to do when you grow up? help everyone feel better. i want to be a doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;7. What is your favorite breakfast? cereal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;8. What is your favorite lunch?cheese sticks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;9. What is your favorite dinner? chicken nuggets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;10. What is your favorite snack? &amp;nbsp;fruit snacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;11. What food do you not like? strawberries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;12. What is your favorite animal? bugs bears and horses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;13.Where do you want to live when you grow up? here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;14. What do mom and dad do when you go to bed? read me a story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;15. What does daddy say? Don't let the bed bugs bite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;16. What does mommy say? i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;17. What is your favorite song? twinkle twinkle little star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;18. What is your favorite movie? tangled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;19. What is your favorite ice cream? chocholate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;20. Where is your favorite place to eat? resturant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;21. Who is your favorite person? dylan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;22. Who is your best friend? dylan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;23.What is your favorite book? moostache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;24. Who are your brothers/sisters? cullan, briea, ayla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;25. Where did they come from? in your tummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;26. What is your favorite thing to do? make pictures for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;27. What is your favorite toy? woody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKH1ZrBBpOg/Tr01uQrG1aI/AAAAAAAAVAw/dcml6KbuxNU/s1600/DSC_0378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKH1ZrBBpOg/Tr01uQrG1aI/AAAAAAAAVAw/dcml6KbuxNU/s400/DSC_0378.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Briea - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;1. Who is your mom? mommy&lt;div&gt;2. What does she do? dress up like a witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is your daddy? daddy&lt;br /&gt;4. What does he do? daddy tickles&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite color? umi zoomi&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want to do when you grow up? be big&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite breakfast? girls&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite lunch? pink&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite dinner? oranges&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite snack? i like snack&lt;br /&gt;11. What food do you not like? kaels stinky&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your favorite animal? horsey&lt;br /&gt;13.Where do you want to live when you grow up? cowboy&lt;br /&gt;14. What do mom and dad do when you go to bed? i don't know&lt;br /&gt;15. What does daddy say? binkies&lt;br /&gt;16. What does mommy say? be nice&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite song? bee song&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite movie? umi zoomi&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite ice cream? &amp;nbsp;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;20. Where is your favorite place to eat? no one can eat your food&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is your favorite person? daddy, and my cousins, and my grandmas and grandpas&lt;br /&gt;22. Who is your best friend? isaac&lt;br /&gt;23.What is your favorite book? dragon&lt;br /&gt;24. Who are your brothers/sisters? Kael Ayla Cullan&lt;br /&gt;25. Where did they come from? that way (pointing to the front door)&lt;br /&gt;26. What is your favorite thing to do? play with my pink car&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your favorite toy? my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaf_hPQ8awY/Tr01zHsryDI/AAAAAAAAVA4/EcKMqjBc1Rg/s1600/DSC_0381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaf_hPQ8awY/Tr01zHsryDI/AAAAAAAAVA4/EcKMqjBc1Rg/s400/DSC_0381.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ayla-1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ayla did not answer any questions. But she is super cute. So i put a picture of her up too!&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/6754947649266903673-2412524293676773481?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2412524293676773481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=2412524293676773481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2412524293676773481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2412524293676773481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/kid-interviews-2011.html' title='kid interviews 2011'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTYDs2Yhx2A/Tr01j85m7VI/AAAAAAAAVAg/m1Prh5Fwie4/s72-c/DSC_0373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6975784222887128142</id><published>2011-11-09T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:34:11.110-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibs'/><title type='text'>Sammy-Pa-Jammy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that is what my kids have nick named the little boy i have started watching for a friend during the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he comes over here when is grandma is not in town loving on him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my kids are in love with him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are always excited to see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sammy has really taken to sitting in this bouncy toy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes i know it is pink, but our last baby was a girl. so i don't think he minds to much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the kids love to entertain him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here is a series of pictures i caught that I thought was pretty cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ARtU-PWPve8/TrrGeGsTc6I/AAAAAAAAU_0/qx1RtPZMu2g/s1600/DSC_0390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ARtU-PWPve8/TrrGeGsTc6I/AAAAAAAAU_0/qx1RtPZMu2g/s400/DSC_0390.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"what are they doing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QA6RB3K9u4g/TrrGf7GfExI/AAAAAAAAU_8/Jiy2fue-2-4/s1600/DSC_0391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QA6RB3K9u4g/TrrGf7GfExI/AAAAAAAAU_8/Jiy2fue-2-4/s400/DSC_0391.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"who cares! its hilarious"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUc1wZe4mqY/TrrGhjwWbrI/AAAAAAAAVAE/hRV_zvd5FC4/s1600/DSC_0394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUc1wZe4mqY/TrrGhjwWbrI/AAAAAAAAVAE/hRV_zvd5FC4/s400/DSC_0394.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"distracted....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmTTqR9WpsU/TrrGjf5QZII/AAAAAAAAVAM/cTUgLwyAI4M/s1600/DSC_0397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmTTqR9WpsU/TrrGjf5QZII/AAAAAAAAVAM/cTUgLwyAI4M/s400/DSC_0397.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"oh wait, hilarious again!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1F8pJyEbUw/TrrGcQII-EI/AAAAAAAAU_s/aLesS0OSm-8/s1600/DSC_0373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1F8pJyEbUw/TrrGcQII-EI/AAAAAAAAU_s/aLesS0OSm-8/s400/DSC_0373.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kael wanted his picture taken with him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love that my kis love babies so much. it is sweet to see them interact together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-6975784222887128142?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6975784222887128142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6975784222887128142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6975784222887128142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6975784222887128142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/sammy-pa-jammy.html' title='Sammy-Pa-Jammy'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ARtU-PWPve8/TrrGeGsTc6I/AAAAAAAAU_0/qx1RtPZMu2g/s72-c/DSC_0390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-376351585863457316</id><published>2011-11-08T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:44:01.475-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibs'/><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to get in the spirit of thanksgiving coming, i decided to make some turkeys with the kids to decorate our house. I saw this idea on line. it was so easy and I had everything except the bodies at my house. They are just paddle ball paddles from the dollar store. the wooden ones. then i just painted them. We did two girl turkeys and two boy turkeys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;her is our lady one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYtg7u_Mwi4/TrlNPSTayzI/AAAAAAAAU_U/jq-1h1hVicA/s1600/DSC_0374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYtg7u_Mwi4/TrlNPSTayzI/AAAAAAAAU_U/jq-1h1hVicA/s400/DSC_0374.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;here is our male one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cdkdkPU9ZDw/TrlNTz2BvzI/AAAAAAAAU_c/SAcKi0XiICI/s1600/DSC_0376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cdkdkPU9ZDw/TrlNTz2BvzI/AAAAAAAAU_c/SAcKi0XiICI/s400/DSC_0376.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so now we have four very handsome and pretty turkeys hanging on our patty door. I think they turned out pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-376351585863457316?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/376351585863457316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=376351585863457316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/376351585863457316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/376351585863457316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble Gobble!!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYtg7u_Mwi4/TrlNPSTayzI/AAAAAAAAU_U/jq-1h1hVicA/s72-c/DSC_0374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-2301407189030639676</id><published>2011-11-05T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:37:02.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>can't help myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;today i was feeling crafty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i &amp;nbsp;have been bitten by the bug. i know i have said ir more than once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this on pinterest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLLKFHzgsbw/TrXGT0n_BTI/AAAAAAAAU_A/JAT6_ldSPM4/s1600/DSC_0374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLLKFHzgsbw/TrXGT0n_BTI/AAAAAAAAU_A/JAT6_ldSPM4/s400/DSC_0374.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so i recreated it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i added the flower to mine. I thought it was cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;however i wanted to put it up next to something on the wall and it really needed something that matched to balance it out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so i found this picture of Nauvoo online and added the words to the the song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpIUsCFmM5Y/TrXGQHmQJEI/AAAAAAAAU-4/AGzR8b3j7p8/s1600/DSC_0373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpIUsCFmM5Y/TrXGQHmQJEI/AAAAAAAAU-4/AGzR8b3j7p8/s400/DSC_0373.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was pretty happy with this as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the last picture is not that great. i took it at night and our living room was dark, so the color is yucky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P08gY6j4mUU/TrXHc3s_3jI/AAAAAAAAU_I/dj68zUXSK-w/s1600/DSC_0373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P08gY6j4mUU/TrXHc3s_3jI/AAAAAAAAU_I/dj68zUXSK-w/s400/DSC_0373.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you want to know how to make some, they are super easy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can let you know what you need. ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-2301407189030639676?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2301407189030639676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=2301407189030639676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2301407189030639676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2301407189030639676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/cant-help-myself.html' title='can&apos;t help myself.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pLLKFHzgsbw/TrXGT0n_BTI/AAAAAAAAU_A/JAT6_ldSPM4/s72-c/DSC_0374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-5240354842474977853</id><published>2011-11-04T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:01:09.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy mom moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I'm Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;today i had got the girls ready to go pick up Kael from preschool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told them I had to use the restroom and that I would be done in just a second and that we would go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the few minutes it took me to use the restroom this is what I found, as well as a blue wall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dlYdGlQzp9U/TrSl8eF77ZI/AAAAAAAAU6I/XWJqCMOrIUg/s1600/blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dlYdGlQzp9U/TrSl8eF77ZI/AAAAAAAAU6I/XWJqCMOrIUg/s400/blue.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lizzy was so proud of the face that her sister had painted her blue that she was squealing with delight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Briea was just as happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After I took this top picture, I said to Briea, "What am I going to do with you?". She replied..."give me a bath!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARGG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-54xzvQrWWJc/TrSl-aBTvEI/AAAAAAAAU6Q/xj_9clC36Z0/s1600/blue2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-54xzvQrWWJc/TrSl-aBTvEI/AAAAAAAAU6Q/xj_9clC36Z0/s400/blue2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here they are after multiple shampoos and they still have blue highlights.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Briea's shirt says it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I going to do with these two?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-5240354842474977853?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5240354842474977853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=5240354842474977853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5240354842474977853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5240354842474977853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-blue.html' title='I&apos;m Blue'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dlYdGlQzp9U/TrSl8eF77ZI/AAAAAAAAU6I/XWJqCMOrIUg/s72-c/blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-1607422794583493771</id><published>2011-10-31T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:11:32.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibs'/><title type='text'>trick or treat!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this year some friends of ours invited us to their neighborhood to take the kids trick or treating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they have a really great area and everyone gets really into decorating and&amp;nbsp;handing&amp;nbsp;out candy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here are our lovely hosts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trisha and Philip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They just announced they were expecting this week and this is how they told people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;super cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k14QSZkALug/Tq9vZWeFvFI/AAAAAAAAU5U/Voc9cPTZDeI/s1600/DSC_0422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k14QSZkALug/Tq9vZWeFvFI/AAAAAAAAU5U/Voc9cPTZDeI/s400/DSC_0422.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Briea and her friend Isaac. she loves playing with him. anytime we pass their house (which we do every morning) she will say "go to&amp;nbsp;Isaac&amp;nbsp;house, play?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzs2mcMCXpo/Tq9vhG_Yf0I/AAAAAAAAU5c/EBKviyRkv9g/s1600/DSC_0424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzs2mcMCXpo/Tq9vhG_Yf0I/AAAAAAAAU5c/EBKviyRkv9g/s400/DSC_0424.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Jillian and her sweet new baby Sam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get to watch this little guy during the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is such a cutie and super sweet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he was a candy corn, but it was a little chilly, so he stayed in his bear suit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmyqM-Nxxag/Tq9vm-qS4NI/AAAAAAAAU5k/ROL7FZ3fjF0/s1600/DSC_0425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmyqM-Nxxag/Tq9vm-qS4NI/AAAAAAAAU5k/ROL7FZ3fjF0/s400/DSC_0425.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i had to snap a picture of this. it made me laugh all night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;when i bought this costume, i thought these were pants. i don't know why it did not dawn on my that they were chaps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just kept giggling at Kael's little bootie&amp;nbsp;hanging&amp;nbsp;out while he ran from door to door!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v37W5Ht3hyE/Tq9vyzU5b1I/AAAAAAAAU5s/jdwBRVkWUrg/s1600/DSC_0430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v37W5Ht3hyE/Tq9vyzU5b1I/AAAAAAAAU5s/jdwBRVkWUrg/s400/DSC_0430.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;finally, here is our whole crew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;darth vader, cowboy kael, fairy briea, and super baby ayla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYC6kOSbtso/Tq9v3FxkKLI/AAAAAAAAU50/geGsP_6mZVo/s1600/halloween11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYC6kOSbtso/Tq9v3FxkKLI/AAAAAAAAU50/geGsP_6mZVo/s400/halloween11.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hope&amp;nbsp;everyone&amp;nbsp;had a safe and fun halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-1607422794583493771?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1607422794583493771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=1607422794583493771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1607422794583493771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1607422794583493771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='trick or treat!!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k14QSZkALug/Tq9vZWeFvFI/AAAAAAAAU5U/Voc9cPTZDeI/s72-c/DSC_0422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-4086095512154152330</id><published>2011-10-31T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:01:38.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>school halloween party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;today was Cullan's school Halloween party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he was more than excited to wear his costume to school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here he is before he left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Darth Vader!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQJBiglil1w/Tq9sVITurOI/AAAAAAAAU4M/3rebQq-UBJM/s1600/DSC_0373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQJBiglil1w/Tq9sVITurOI/AAAAAAAAU4M/3rebQq-UBJM/s400/DSC_0373.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They do a fun little parade at his school so the kids can show off their costumes to the parents that line the streets. Here is the principal leading the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1AEYS3JjF0s/Tq9shO8Eu5I/AAAAAAAAU4U/LyhHXT3EwK8/s1600/DSC_0377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1AEYS3JjF0s/Tq9shO8Eu5I/AAAAAAAAU4U/LyhHXT3EwK8/s400/DSC_0377.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cullan was so surprised i was there that this is the best picture i got. he is standing with his teacher and classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgNDu_XaDWY/Tq9sqX2dnaI/AAAAAAAAU4c/J-Dw4QpISis/s1600/DSC_0390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgNDu_XaDWY/Tq9sqX2dnaI/AAAAAAAAU4c/J-Dw4QpISis/s400/DSC_0390.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the parade, they went back to their class for the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it started with Ms. B reading them a Halloween story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBNW4kBgLQ4/Tq9szJO4hLI/AAAAAAAAU4k/kT6TeDZ__uU/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBNW4kBgLQ4/Tq9szJO4hLI/AAAAAAAAU4k/kT6TeDZ__uU/s400/DSC_0404.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;then they broke down into stations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cullan's first station was the witch hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they stuffed gloves with popcorn and then decorated them with stickers and rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FE84QpHqhuA/Tq9s5MiNDxI/AAAAAAAAU4s/kaB8gvWYwHo/s1600/DSC_0408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FE84QpHqhuA/Tq9s5MiNDxI/AAAAAAAAU4s/kaB8gvWYwHo/s320/DSC_0408.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;next up was snack. a cupcake and they got to make spiders with Ritz crackers, peanut butter pretzels and raisins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiS_ySVvvDk/Tq9tCdV6O6I/AAAAAAAAU40/5KzvP_QdlRs/s1600/DSC_0409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiS_ySVvvDk/Tq9tCdV6O6I/AAAAAAAAU40/5KzvP_QdlRs/s400/DSC_0409.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;after that they got to play pass the pumpkin. this was the station i was in charge of. the kids were so funny. they would try to hold the pumpkin until they thought i was going to stop the music so they could get a prize. i had to be sneaky!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GZIY7Wss7wM/Tq9tLWxPE9I/AAAAAAAAU48/BTOcNNEGORU/s1600/DSC_0410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GZIY7Wss7wM/Tq9tLWxPE9I/AAAAAAAAU48/BTOcNNEGORU/s400/DSC_0410.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;then the party ended back on the rug with ms. B sharing a fun story about a witch looking for a home that ended up being a pumpkin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Id6zjQXC0_I/Tq9tUE-JFrI/AAAAAAAAU5E/RCIu5_6BUgg/s1600/DSC_0411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Id6zjQXC0_I/Tq9tUE-JFrI/AAAAAAAAU5E/RCIu5_6BUgg/s400/DSC_0411.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was so grateful that i was able to spend an hour with Cullan in his classroom today. i enjoy seeing him with his friends and in the classroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is growing so fast. i just don't want to miss any of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-4086095512154152330?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4086095512154152330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=4086095512154152330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4086095512154152330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4086095512154152330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/school-halloween-party.html' title='school halloween party.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQJBiglil1w/Tq9sVITurOI/AAAAAAAAU4M/3rebQq-UBJM/s72-c/DSC_0373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-2996619303238511621</id><published>2011-10-31T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:48:09.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy mom moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet moments'/><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i love garran for so many different reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here is one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;after a long week with the kids, briea's allergy craziness and two hours in the car driving back and forth to pediatricians offices, he comes home one day and does this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i need to run to the store, which i was so tired and dreading, that i asked him to make a list.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i was&amp;nbsp;begrudgingly&amp;nbsp;putting&amp;nbsp;my shoes on, when he handed me this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3JrHa0BHCw/Tq9rOhJao5I/AAAAAAAAU4E/m2xTf-WBBTQ/s1600/lovenotes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3JrHa0BHCw/Tq9rOhJao5I/AAAAAAAAU4E/m2xTf-WBBTQ/s400/lovenotes.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i took him up on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he does so much for our family and works so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yet, he still does things like this for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-2996619303238511621?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2996619303238511621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=2996619303238511621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2996619303238511621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/2996619303238511621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3JrHa0BHCw/Tq9rOhJao5I/AAAAAAAAU4E/m2xTf-WBBTQ/s72-c/lovenotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6375863430071753426</id><published>2011-10-31T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:43:43.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick-DR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>allergies strike again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uMGtvOfqlpA/Tq9qmFeZB6I/AAAAAAAAU38/BI7fGJA3hcI/s1600/allergies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uMGtvOfqlpA/Tq9qmFeZB6I/AAAAAAAAU38/BI7fGJA3hcI/s400/allergies.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well allergies strike again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after visiting with her pediatrician.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is currently on 4 different meds. (some are creams)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she is off milk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;almond or rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are going to try a few different things to see what might be the trigger for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate seeing her suffer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-6375863430071753426?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6375863430071753426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6375863430071753426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6375863430071753426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6375863430071753426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/allergies-strike-again.html' title='allergies strike again.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uMGtvOfqlpA/Tq9qmFeZB6I/AAAAAAAAU38/BI7fGJA3hcI/s72-c/allergies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-8282758896113918905</id><published>2011-10-29T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T09:49:51.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo shoots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibs'/><title type='text'>Fall Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last year and this year, I have asked my friend Becca to take some family pictures of us, so that we have something to put on our christmas card.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So about two weeks ago, we went and did pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are just a few from the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am saving the family one for our christmas card.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So if you want to see our&amp;nbsp;family, make sure I have your address!! ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IdqR_UgWU3Q/TqwQFQKu2vI/AAAAAAAAU3E/4F7GbPC66lc/s1600/IMG_6609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IdqR_UgWU3Q/TqwQFQKu2vI/AAAAAAAAU3E/4F7GbPC66lc/s400/IMG_6609.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cullan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGlgbqNCAxo/TqwQE-AWwgI/AAAAAAAAU28/yVnZfkT4RxU/s1600/IMG_6528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGlgbqNCAxo/TqwQE-AWwgI/AAAAAAAAU28/yVnZfkT4RxU/s400/IMG_6528.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LTobYS_XkU/TqwQC5viBPI/AAAAAAAAU20/LXI7-dI69dI/s1600/b1done.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LTobYS_XkU/TqwQC5viBPI/AAAAAAAAU20/LXI7-dI69dI/s400/b1done.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is so Briea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLrHHmZ5JKU/TqwQHwTreAI/AAAAAAAAU3c/dz02ontprTQ/s1600/IMG_6682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLrHHmZ5JKU/TqwQHwTreAI/AAAAAAAAU3c/dz02ontprTQ/s400/IMG_6682.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ayla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIi7DADE_gw/TqwQHK876VI/AAAAAAAAU3U/TA95WkXiRSY/s1600/IMG_6674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIi7DADE_gw/TqwQHK876VI/AAAAAAAAU3U/TA95WkXiRSY/s400/IMG_6674.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ayla and daddy. One of my favorites. She is such a&amp;nbsp;daddy's&amp;nbsp;girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aF8ln2haOUE/TqwQIxnDuaI/AAAAAAAAU3k/fzGMcTAhn8w/s1600/IMG_6794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aF8ln2haOUE/TqwQIxnDuaI/AAAAAAAAU3k/fzGMcTAhn8w/s400/IMG_6794.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garran and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bopWuJ2wAEw/TqwQKXUmRCI/AAAAAAAAU3s/_h_jTuhz8NA/s1600/run.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bopWuJ2wAEw/TqwQKXUmRCI/AAAAAAAAU3s/_h_jTuhz8NA/s400/run.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our wild monkeys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture just makes me smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The oldest three running wild, and Ayla about to jump out of Garrans arms wanting in on the action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their are a bunch more. Maybe I will post some on facebook in an album or something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-8282758896113918905?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8282758896113918905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=8282758896113918905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8282758896113918905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8282758896113918905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-pictures.html' title='Fall Pictures'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IdqR_UgWU3Q/TqwQFQKu2vI/AAAAAAAAU3E/4F7GbPC66lc/s72-c/IMG_6609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-5400646851892439870</id><published>2011-10-28T17:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:33:23.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>PJ DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YILD2-qnXc/TqstG-fjCvI/AAAAAAAAU2o/c8C3Tgb2ZiY/s1600/DSC_0399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YILD2-qnXc/TqstG-fjCvI/AAAAAAAAU2o/c8C3Tgb2ZiY/s400/DSC_0399.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instead of wearing their costumes to school, kael's class got to have a PJ party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he was really excited about wearing his pajamas to school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he asked about it all week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i dropped him off at school all of the kids were so funny showing off their pj's to each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love that kael is enjoying school so much and having so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-5400646851892439870?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5400646851892439870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=5400646851892439870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5400646851892439870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5400646851892439870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/pj-day.html' title='PJ DAY'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YILD2-qnXc/TqstG-fjCvI/AAAAAAAAU2o/c8C3Tgb2ZiY/s72-c/DSC_0399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6695901820158471880</id><published>2011-10-28T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:25:05.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><title type='text'>Pun-Kin Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;once again. pinterest is to blame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i saw this idea on there and thought it would be a cute decoration, but also a cute idea to take to the boys teachers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;all i used was orange paint, black duct tape, and baby food jars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmo4OM4b0QA/Tqsq1vTj9xI/AAAAAAAAU2Q/SHSLMXNw8HM/s1600/DSC_0378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmo4OM4b0QA/Tqsq1vTj9xI/AAAAAAAAU2Q/SHSLMXNw8HM/s400/DSC_0378.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the ones on the site did not have the tissue paper on the top.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i added that myself. i thought it need something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so weed added the green leaves and some candy inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the boys had fun picking out faces for me to cut out for their pumpkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8375fM_tYh8/Tqsq2vm3wZI/AAAAAAAAU2Y/03ljhnWgxBQ/s1600/DSC_0379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8375fM_tYh8/Tqsq2vm3wZI/AAAAAAAAU2Y/03ljhnWgxBQ/s400/DSC_0379.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;after we were done. we put them in some orange bags and sent them on their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BlCwBR7cYg/Tqsq3Y_P4WI/AAAAAAAAU2g/c9SyFEyj4Ik/s1600/DSC_0383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BlCwBR7cYg/Tqsq3Y_P4WI/AAAAAAAAU2g/c9SyFEyj4Ik/s400/DSC_0383.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love fun and easy crafts to do with the kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are working on some funky turkeys to hang up for thanksgiving. i will post some pictures when we are done with those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-6695901820158471880?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6695901820158471880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6695901820158471880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6695901820158471880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6695901820158471880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/pun-kin-fun.html' title='Pun-Kin Fun'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmo4OM4b0QA/Tqsq1vTj9xI/AAAAAAAAU2Q/SHSLMXNw8HM/s72-c/DSC_0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-841776318907099017</id><published>2011-10-28T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:19:48.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyy8R6_9njk/TqspxLN9jqI/AAAAAAAAU2I/gY5t4y0JWYs/s1600/DSC_0380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyy8R6_9njk/TqspxLN9jqI/AAAAAAAAU2I/gY5t4y0JWYs/s400/DSC_0380.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my friend Ann showed me how to make these last week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i am in love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you can do so many things with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes she puts safety pins on the back and will wear them on her sweater or on a bag she is carrying. other times she puts a clip on them and wears them in her hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am in love. I think they are so cute, and so easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made these four last night while watching TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found this fabric at jo-anns for $2.00. you do not need a whole lot to make them. I love cute things that are cheap to make!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Ann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-841776318907099017?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/841776318907099017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=841776318907099017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/841776318907099017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/841776318907099017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuteness.html' title='cuteness'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyy8R6_9njk/TqspxLN9jqI/AAAAAAAAU2I/gY5t4y0JWYs/s72-c/DSC_0380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-9042841285615137860</id><published>2011-10-28T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:15:51.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helpful hints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinterest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something yummy'/><title type='text'>Baking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get ready for baking and crafty posts galore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is not my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is pinterest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that site is so dangerous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i get sucked in looking at stuff and then have to fight the urge to&amp;nbsp;rummage&amp;nbsp;through my craft supplies or make a run to hobby lobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hence the lack of blogging.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have been busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the first thing i did off of that site, were these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdrh18hC3Rg/TqsoxI20hXI/AAAAAAAAU10/kXFbFazhsG0/s1600/DSC_0374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdrh18hC3Rg/TqsoxI20hXI/AAAAAAAAU10/kXFbFazhsG0/s400/DSC_0374.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are blue berry muffins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are WONDERFUL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5ac0JRlbEA/Tqso6OGBtCI/AAAAAAAAU18/H7E4muv19a0/s1600/DSC_0373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5ac0JRlbEA/Tqso6OGBtCI/AAAAAAAAU18/H7E4muv19a0/s400/DSC_0373.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my taste tester agrees.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they make huge muffins and are&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;not as easy as the box mixes, but they are worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they only make 12.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which is good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eating&amp;nbsp;to many could be a serious problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-9042841285615137860?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/9042841285615137860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=9042841285615137860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/9042841285615137860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/9042841285615137860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/baking.html' title='Baking.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdrh18hC3Rg/TqsoxI20hXI/AAAAAAAAU10/kXFbFazhsG0/s72-c/DSC_0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3133408023879341774</id><published>2011-10-22T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T11:43:44.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet moments'/><title type='text'>Birthday Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well we celebrated Ayla's birthday last night. I had forgot that I had signed up to have the sisters over from our&amp;nbsp;church&amp;nbsp;a while back. So they just got to join in on the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(I have been sort of scatterbrained&amp;nbsp;lately.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the birthday Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiysrWSDbUE/TqLvGKjsm5I/AAAAAAAAU0M/wG_hq2p7DrU/s1600/DSC_0375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiysrWSDbUE/TqLvGKjsm5I/AAAAAAAAU0M/wG_hq2p7DrU/s400/DSC_0375.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For dinner we had all of her favorite foods. So we had apples, grapes, cheese, crackers, chicken and tator tots. It was kind of an odd meal, but Ayla seem to love it. After that it was time for the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKd4wJ4gMpI/TqLxCbe8riI/AAAAAAAAU1Y/wOeZpxinkhw/s1600/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKd4wJ4gMpI/TqLxCbe8riI/AAAAAAAAU1Y/wOeZpxinkhw/s400/cake.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it looks huge. It was really not that big. I used a very small cake pan. The original idea was that it was going to look like a big candle. however, i got behind visiting teaching, and running errands, so this is what I came up with. Its ok. Not my best. But Ayla was happy, so that is what was important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn9wqpwtiE8/TqLvGzDrZPI/AAAAAAAAU0U/r1_dHRmkan8/s1600/DSC_0379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn9wqpwtiE8/TqLvGzDrZPI/AAAAAAAAU0U/r1_dHRmkan8/s400/DSC_0379.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we cut into the cake. Ayla got the first piece, and then we went to cut some for these ladies....well the whole side fell off. So I just put it on a plate and gave it to them. It was pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hm3-oGSxoZ4/TqLvHn976SI/AAAAAAAAU0c/d3avJ8YMA1w/s1600/DSC_0387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hm3-oGSxoZ4/TqLvHn976SI/AAAAAAAAU0c/d3avJ8YMA1w/s400/DSC_0387.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kael waiting patiently for his piece of cake. He is wearing daddy's work glasses that he wears in the shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIaST1D6mh0/TqLvISz-gOI/AAAAAAAAU0k/i4wMmRpN9NQ/s1600/DSC_0390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIaST1D6mh0/TqLvISz-gOI/AAAAAAAAU0k/i4wMmRpN9NQ/s400/DSC_0390.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Next was present time. I think we could have just given Ayla the bag and she would have been fine with that. She loves bags. But there was fun stuff inside. It just took her a minute to figure out how to get into it. She ended up having some help from her older siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K21MYlihEoc/TqLvJNrdIuI/AAAAAAAAU0s/SKcA_4UDXxE/s1600/DSC_0393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K21MYlihEoc/TqLvJNrdIuI/AAAAAAAAU0s/SKcA_4UDXxE/s400/DSC_0393.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ayla playing with her birthday presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CIMnz3BSofw/TqLvJvBgpMI/AAAAAAAAU00/AxuFiU-ZUPg/s1600/DSC_0397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CIMnz3BSofw/TqLvJvBgpMI/AAAAAAAAU00/AxuFiU-ZUPg/s400/DSC_0397.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Briea enjoying some of her party "BLING"! All of the girls at the part go a ring of the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-73pahoyc2Y4/TqLvKXCE6jI/AAAAAAAAU08/UWjP-Iv-dFE/s1600/DSC_0399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-73pahoyc2Y4/TqLvKXCE6jI/AAAAAAAAU08/UWjP-Iv-dFE/s400/DSC_0399.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I found these cute little tissue paper puffs online and thought they would make a cute decoration. I think I will use them again for other things. They are pretty in large&amp;nbsp;quantities!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a fun night, with a lot of laughs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy First Birthday to Our Sweet Lizzy Lu!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(she did get the traditional birthday song, but we are still having problems uploading videos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-3133408023879341774?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3133408023879341774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3133408023879341774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3133408023879341774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3133408023879341774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-fun_22.html' title='Birthday Fun'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiysrWSDbUE/TqLvGKjsm5I/AAAAAAAAU0M/wG_hq2p7DrU/s72-c/DSC_0375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-4471624223312386555</id><published>2011-10-21T23:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:26:48.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so, I have been bitten by the baking bug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;since I have started taking my cake decorating class, I have started baking all sorts of things so that I can practice decorating them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the funny thing is, that i have lost all interest in really eating any of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so that is good for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;bad for all my friends that I have to pawn the stuff off on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I learned how to make these flowers last night in my cake class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love them. I think they are super cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am not crazy about&amp;nbsp;these&amp;nbsp;colors, but I was working with some left over frosting, so I just went with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSPLyKF_xG4/TqJE-_rJ6VI/AAAAAAAAUz8/wMIonX_fkxI/s1600/IMG_0748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSPLyKF_xG4/TqJE-_rJ6VI/AAAAAAAAUz8/wMIonX_fkxI/s400/IMG_0748.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I also made some spooky Halloween mummies to takes to my visiting teaching folks. I am sure they might get sick of goodies soon. I thought the mummies were fun. If nothing else their kids will enjoy them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_v5geKfCMo/TqJE_thBAjI/AAAAAAAAU0E/PNYIDdKJJ44/s1600/IMG_0750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_v5geKfCMo/TqJE_thBAjI/AAAAAAAAU0E/PNYIDdKJJ44/s400/IMG_0750.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be posting more pictures soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next week is my last level 2 cake class. I have to decorate a complete cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who knows what I will come up with?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-4471624223312386555?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4471624223312386555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=4471624223312386555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4471624223312386555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4471624223312386555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/sugar-and-spice-and-everything-nice.html' title='Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSPLyKF_xG4/TqJE-_rJ6VI/AAAAAAAAUz8/wMIonX_fkxI/s72-c/IMG_0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-297171331211703710</id><published>2011-10-21T23:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:21:19.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZfH-_W-YN8/TqJEYWufQ7I/AAAAAAAAUz0/uxn92cJONZ8/s1600/IMG_0743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZfH-_W-YN8/TqJEYWufQ7I/AAAAAAAAUz0/uxn92cJONZ8/s400/IMG_0743.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today she is One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can not believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;October is a hard month sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to remember all month that my babies are getting bigger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Laughed. We Played. We Partied!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Lizzy Lu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Love You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-297171331211703710?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/297171331211703710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=297171331211703710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/297171331211703710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/297171331211703710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/1.html' title='1.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZfH-_W-YN8/TqJEYWufQ7I/AAAAAAAAUz0/uxn92cJONZ8/s72-c/IMG_0743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3709099376862324743</id><published>2011-10-19T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:33:03.217-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick-DR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>the price i pay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlGlTTOG9mI/Tp-jJvDsygI/AAAAAAAAUzo/waFtsBZmozg/s1600/IMG_0732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlGlTTOG9mI/Tp-jJvDsygI/AAAAAAAAUzo/waFtsBZmozg/s400/IMG_0732.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess this is the price i pay for wanting to put cute fall decorations up in our house! ;0P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was taking some fall stuff out of a tub that we had and a vase shattered when i went to pick it up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh well. a few stitches later and this awesome wrap and I will have a scar with a silly story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6754947649266903673-3709099376862324743?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3709099376862324743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3709099376862324743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3709099376862324743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3709099376862324743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/price-i-pay.html' title='the price i pay...'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlGlTTOG9mI/Tp-jJvDsygI/AAAAAAAAUzo/waFtsBZmozg/s72-c/IMG_0732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3393806408929077460</id><published>2011-10-19T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:26:09.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>girl time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOxGSyA-axw/Tp-iOViHw5I/AAAAAAAAUzg/KqB2taDnNi4/s1600/IMG_0737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOxGSyA-axw/Tp-iOViHw5I/AAAAAAAAUzg/KqB2taDnNi4/s400/IMG_0737.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now that the boys both have school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somedays the girls and i like to have a little fun while we shop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-3393806408929077460?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3393806408929077460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3393806408929077460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3393806408929077460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3393806408929077460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/girl-time.html' title='girl time.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yOxGSyA-axw/Tp-iOViHw5I/AAAAAAAAUzg/KqB2taDnNi4/s72-c/IMG_0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-550193075800105480</id><published>2011-10-19T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:13:52.204-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Wiggle It, Just a little Bit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another milestone has happened at our house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cullan not only just turned 6, but he also has his first official loose tooth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had just got home from school and I had given him some pretzels as a snack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of a sudden he tells me that the pretzels had broken his tooth and made it loose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I checked it out, and sure enough, his first official loose tooth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cullan loves to video things. He makes his own movies all the time. So of course he wanted me to take a video of him explaining what happend with his tooth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(well the video would not load. i will try again tomorrow!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-550193075800105480?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/550193075800105480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=550193075800105480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/550193075800105480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/550193075800105480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/wiggle-it-just-little-bit.html' title='Wiggle It, Just a little Bit!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-8932936428203995287</id><published>2011-10-19T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:48:32.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>Apple Orchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On Tuesday I went as a chaperon to the Apple Orchard with Kael's Pre-K class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a little chilly, but the kids had a lot of fun. I was in charge of Kael and two other little boys. Here they are when we first got to the Orchard. Kael looks so big next to them, but I have to remind myself he is a whole year older than them. He is 5 and they are just turning 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Darn those late birthdays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DJ04HTWdHA/Tp-W3tMDk5I/AAAAAAAAUyI/TMPfovtCX8c/s1600/DSC_0373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DJ04HTWdHA/Tp-W3tMDk5I/AAAAAAAAUyI/TMPfovtCX8c/s400/DSC_0373.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The first thing that we got to do was go on a Hay ride. The farmers black lab just jumped right up there with us and enjoyed the ride. He was a very sweet dog, and the kids loved having him along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwzpnoUml_o/Tp-W32jKiLI/AAAAAAAAUyU/4skq_bs0Hws/s1600/DSC_0374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwzpnoUml_o/Tp-W32jKiLI/AAAAAAAAUyU/4skq_bs0Hws/s400/DSC_0374.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the hayride we got to have some apple doughnuts and cider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They were&amp;nbsp;delicious. Very tasty!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Kael with some of his classmates enjoying their snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_Hjh2L18Jk/Tp-W4eKyD1I/AAAAAAAAUyg/W5MbrqCKUDk/s1600/DSC_0376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_Hjh2L18Jk/Tp-W4eKyD1I/AAAAAAAAUyg/W5MbrqCKUDk/s400/DSC_0376.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next, we went into the barn to see how the apples were sorted and stored. The farmer showed the kids some of the more unusual apples that he had found recently. They thought that was pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCwdMWKDTR0/Tp-W4rN9x1I/AAAAAAAAUys/V6IJwGISKYk/s1600/DSC_0382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCwdMWKDTR0/Tp-W4rN9x1I/AAAAAAAAUys/V6IJwGISKYk/s400/DSC_0382.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next on our stop was the bee lady.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She talked to the kids about the bee hives they have there and how they make honey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOMrpZAcChU/Tp-W5QeGb_I/AAAAAAAAUy0/c2RVTpIsvqE/s1600/DSC_0384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOMrpZAcChU/Tp-W5QeGb_I/AAAAAAAAUy0/c2RVTpIsvqE/s400/DSC_0384.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After she was done talking, the kids got to check out the bees hard at work. The also got to look for the queen who was marked with a blue dot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see her??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84sKpYqxPgE/Tp-XEUq82RI/AAAAAAAAUzA/9P1F6bO9FcY/s1600/DSC_0386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84sKpYqxPgE/Tp-XEUq82RI/AAAAAAAAUzA/9P1F6bO9FcY/s400/DSC_0386.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;From the bees we went to the petting zoo and straw maze. It was nice because the kids could kind of get the wiggles out and run around. I was happy too. Only because up to that point I had three little boys wanting to hold my recently stitched hand. All I can say is that that situation equals PAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecxhpaLTq64/Tp-XFvQ4xJI/AAAAAAAAUzI/uElxb1jho2E/s1600/DSC_0387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecxhpaLTq64/Tp-XFvQ4xJI/AAAAAAAAUzI/uElxb1jho2E/s400/DSC_0387.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I always think it is funny the faces my kids make in these cut out boards. Here is Kael and J. I don't think any of the kids in the class were tall enough to be the rooster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDc6iVeH_YM/Tp-XIvTjClI/AAAAAAAAUzQ/MA1Wyi_O8Cs/s1600/DSC_0390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YDc6iVeH_YM/Tp-XIvTjClI/AAAAAAAAUzQ/MA1Wyi_O8Cs/s400/DSC_0390.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We spent almost two hours there and by then the kids were ready to go. It was pretty chilly and they were all really excited about being able to ride the school bus again. For most of them, it was there first time on a bus. These are big moments when you are 5!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DbdoXPku7tU/Tp-XKDNmtUI/AAAAAAAAUzY/_Ii5YBkDGj8/s1600/DSC_0397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DbdoXPku7tU/Tp-XKDNmtUI/AAAAAAAAUzY/_Ii5YBkDGj8/s400/DSC_0397.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I snapped a quick class picture when Kael's teacher had them all sitting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have a lot of respect for Kaels teacher. These kids were all pretty good. But she does this twice a day because this Pre-K is half days. Wow!! I am really happy he has such an amazing teacher!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-8932936428203995287?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8932936428203995287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=8932936428203995287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8932936428203995287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8932936428203995287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/apple-orchard.html' title='Apple Orchard'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DJ04HTWdHA/Tp-W3tMDk5I/AAAAAAAAUyI/TMPfovtCX8c/s72-c/DSC_0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-8229394670944677959</id><published>2011-10-19T22:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:26:26.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Birthday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cullan's birthday fell on a Monday this year. So we picked him up as a family from school and let him go to Walmart to pick out a birthday with some birthday money that he had received. He decided on this neon green Ben 10 Alien watch. He could give you all the details about it. I am not to familiar with it. All I know is that when you spin the dial and it makes noises, you morph into something else. He is really excited, so we were really excited for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoEh3o-QttI/Tp-PolM5Y3I/AAAAAAAAUw4/qSvuO4lZtU0/s1600/DSC_0374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoEh3o-QttI/Tp-PolM5Y3I/AAAAAAAAUw4/qSvuO4lZtU0/s400/DSC_0374.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After Walmart, we got some dinner. Cullan's choice of course. Then we headed home. I had decided to play pin the tail on the donkey for fun but also as a way to give him his gift. This year we decided to just do one big gift. So I had to make the presentation fun. Kael got a scavenger hunt...So I needed something new.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKOpmfZyb00/Tp-Pp4RlCrI/AAAAAAAAUxA/MsfiQQvHk0c/s1600/DSC_0377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vKOpmfZyb00/Tp-Pp4RlCrI/AAAAAAAAUxA/MsfiQQvHk0c/s400/DSC_0377.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cullan got to go first. Here he is getting his blindfold on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBNc9V7h7xM/Tp-PrCbksYI/AAAAAAAAUxI/XHalfYPY9DE/s1600/DSC_0378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBNc9V7h7xM/Tp-PrCbksYI/AAAAAAAAUxI/XHalfYPY9DE/s400/DSC_0378.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They all were laughing and having so much fun trying to get that tail on the donkey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yE2R6_HUg4/Tp-PszeJpKI/AAAAAAAAUxQ/5KkymkQt5Sc/s1600/DSC_0381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yE2R6_HUg4/Tp-PszeJpKI/AAAAAAAAUxQ/5KkymkQt5Sc/s400/DSC_0381.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Kael. I think he might be trying to sneak a peak like Cullan did the first time. We caught on and fixed it so they could not see ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MlAJcMMbFfs/Tp-PuVa4UyI/AAAAAAAAUxY/FD2WSjMkaqk/s1600/DSC_0382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MlAJcMMbFfs/Tp-PuVa4UyI/AAAAAAAAUxY/FD2WSjMkaqk/s400/DSC_0382.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Next was Briea. She did not get that she had to leave the blind fold on after she was done spinning. She would spin, tear it off, and put her sticker on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YaOXntUXzxg/Tp-PvVyoslI/AAAAAAAAUxg/zNCSHYcOoAI/s1600/DSC_0387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YaOXntUXzxg/Tp-PvVyoslI/AAAAAAAAUxg/zNCSHYcOoAI/s400/DSC_0387.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then it was Daddy's turn. The kids always love when we get in on the fun. Especially Kael.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a turn, but there are no pictures to prove it. We all had a few more turns and then finally we got to the big reveal. I had Cullan put the blindfold on again and while I was spinning him, Garran went out to the garage and got his bike. After I was done spinning him, he started to walk towards the donkey poster but bumped into his bike instead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPnnGXN2qZY/Tp-PxD6pPbI/AAAAAAAAUxo/Um9SYeultK0/s1600/DSC_0389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YPnnGXN2qZY/Tp-PxD6pPbI/AAAAAAAAUxo/Um9SYeultK0/s400/DSC_0389.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He was pretty excited. He has wanted a new bike for a while. Ayla was pretty excited as well. She was really interested in the bike and even tried to climb on once or twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qAFcnKUcLXE/Tp-PyjKLUjI/AAAAAAAAUxw/OXyYdoV3MhE/s1600/DSC_0390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qAFcnKUcLXE/Tp-PyjKLUjI/AAAAAAAAUxw/OXyYdoV3MhE/s400/DSC_0390.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is the birthday boy ready to roll!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had made all of these big plans to make Cullan a cake while he was at school. However, Sunday night I sliced my finger and ended up in the ER getting stitches. So my hand was really hurting Monday and I decided at the last minute to do a store bought cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However I totally got cool points with Cullan for finding him a Power Rangers birthday cake on short notice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fVq8nJNvJWc/Tp-Pz6x1VYI/AAAAAAAAUx4/XtQF42QM_Nc/s1600/DSC_0393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fVq8nJNvJWc/Tp-Pz6x1VYI/AAAAAAAAUx4/XtQF42QM_Nc/s400/DSC_0393.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is very much into Power Rangers right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was happy I could find something that he liked because I could tell he was a little bummed that I was not going to make a homemade cake. Especially after Kael's birthday, and the fun we had making his cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course we did our traditional birthday singing. You would think with as many birthdays as we have in October we would master all the songs. However that is just not the case. Someday we will get them all right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to our AWESOME 6 year old!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you Cullan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sPPdfQ4sIao?hl=en&amp;fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-8229394670944677959?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8229394670944677959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=8229394670944677959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8229394670944677959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8229394670944677959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday Fun!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoEh3o-QttI/Tp-PolM5Y3I/AAAAAAAAUw4/qSvuO4lZtU0/s72-c/DSC_0374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-1141765648252892625</id><published>2011-10-18T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:10:19.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>October 17th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgVrktHUu0E/Tp0JWnO7hmI/AAAAAAAAUww/M8bPPzv8NS4/s1600/cullan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgVrktHUu0E/Tp0JWnO7hmI/AAAAAAAAUww/M8bPPzv8NS4/s400/cullan.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;six&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;how did we get here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;first loose tooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i remember pushing you in a stroller, passing other families and thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i can not even imagine you that big. But, here you are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Big.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the big kid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the big brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we love you BIG time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Sixth Birthday to Our Most Favorite Cullan in the WHOLE world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-1141765648252892625?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1141765648252892625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=1141765648252892625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1141765648252892625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1141765648252892625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-17th.html' title='October 17th'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgVrktHUu0E/Tp0JWnO7hmI/AAAAAAAAUww/M8bPPzv8NS4/s72-c/cullan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7021961484867332621</id><published>2011-10-14T23:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:16:56.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irish twins'/><title type='text'>Just once a Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hvga-ILAWww/TpkIsaoatvI/AAAAAAAAUwY/JcCtRg53kaY/s1600/IMG_0726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hvga-ILAWww/TpkIsaoatvI/AAAAAAAAUwY/JcCtRg53kaY/s400/IMG_0726.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for two weeks every year we have twins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;irish twins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from october 2 to october 17th, they are the same age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my two five year olds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;best buds. brothers. my handsome fellas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-7021961484867332621?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7021961484867332621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7021961484867332621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7021961484867332621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7021961484867332621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-once-year.html' title='Just once a Year.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hvga-ILAWww/TpkIsaoatvI/AAAAAAAAUwY/JcCtRg53kaY/s72-c/IMG_0726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6689327296625454324</id><published>2011-10-13T23:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T23:52:36.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>A Mother's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0fj_Uk1VpE/Tpe_0SBJuJI/AAAAAAAAUwQ/eBwZZKmBOQ4/s1600/love-heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0fj_Uk1VpE/Tpe_0SBJuJI/AAAAAAAAUwQ/eBwZZKmBOQ4/s320/love-heart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;A Mother's love is something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;that no on can explain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;It is made of deep devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;and of sacrifice and pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;It is endless and unselfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;and enduring come what may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;For nothing can destroy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;or take that love away . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;It is patient and forgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;when all others are forsaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And it never fails or falters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;even though the heart is breaking . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;It believes beyond believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;when the world around condemns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And it glows with all the beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;of the rarest, brightest gems . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;It is far beyond defining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;it defies all explanation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And it still remains a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;like the mysteries of creation . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;A many splendored miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;man cannot understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And another wondrous evidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="text" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;of God's tender guiding hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-6689327296625454324?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6689327296625454324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6689327296625454324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6689327296625454324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6689327296625454324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/mothers-love.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Love'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J0fj_Uk1VpE/Tpe_0SBJuJI/AAAAAAAAUwQ/eBwZZKmBOQ4/s72-c/love-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7948661907102804937</id><published>2011-10-11T23:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:24:31.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Star of the Week!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IY95zldTQDA/TpUVQr4dLAI/AAAAAAAAUwI/fUjXl5TJ7Yo/s1600/CIMG1397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IY95zldTQDA/TpUVQr4dLAI/AAAAAAAAUwI/fUjXl5TJ7Yo/s400/CIMG1397.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week, Kael was picked to be "Star of the Week" at his school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is so excited. He had to fill out a survey all about himself. That is what the above picture is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He also got to take in lots of pictures of himself, family, and grandparents to share with his class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mrs. M, his teacher, had Garran and I write a letter for her to share with everyone on why we love Kael and think he is such a great kid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He gets to be line leader this week, as well as snack helper and music helper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kael is loves school already. He is super social. He knows everyones name and they all know him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we leave or arrive at school he is always saying hello to someone and they are returning greetings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so funny to me to see the difference in him and Cullan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cullan is social and has friends as well, but anytime we ask Cullan he never knows names, only basic descriptions. Boy in blue shirt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways we love Kael and know just how special he is!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-7948661907102804937?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7948661907102804937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7948661907102804937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7948661907102804937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7948661907102804937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/star-of-week.html' title='Star of the Week!!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IY95zldTQDA/TpUVQr4dLAI/AAAAAAAAUwI/fUjXl5TJ7Yo/s72-c/CIMG1397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6446955050545422969</id><published>2011-10-11T23:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:16:42.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>Yeager's Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today Cullan's kindergarten class went on their first field trip of the year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They went to Yeager Farms, which right now is a pumpkin farm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was not sure if I was going to be able to go or not but thanks to a friend taking the girls I was able &amp;nbsp;to surprise Cullan and just be there when he showed up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the bus that the PTA reserved for the trip.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids were super excited about the bus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think they thought that it was just as cool as the pumpkin patch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtJEUhYlXKs/TpUPuaJVnWI/AAAAAAAAUuc/-9NRmZxMPrM/s1600/DSC_0382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtJEUhYlXKs/TpUPuaJVnWI/AAAAAAAAUuc/-9NRmZxMPrM/s400/DSC_0382.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At this point Cullan still had no clue I was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAzB-d-yggM/TpUPoT6MAWI/AAAAAAAAUt8/qorB4mUWbkA/s1600/DSC_0373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAzB-d-yggM/TpUPoT6MAWI/AAAAAAAAUt8/qorB4mUWbkA/s400/DSC_0373.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The bus parked by these cute little apples. I snapped a picture because I thought they were fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHYWcZKv9v8/TpUPwto8HdI/AAAAAAAAUus/9pHUXkorthk/s1600/DSC_0384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHYWcZKv9v8/TpUPwto8HdI/AAAAAAAAUus/9pHUXkorthk/s400/DSC_0384.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Cullan coming off the bus. He was not even paying any attention. He completely missed me standing there with some of the other moms. I loved the look on his face when he saw me. I did not get a picture of that, but it was sweet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZEJ_NkQQzM/TpUPvjf2K7I/AAAAAAAAUuk/MyCy91R_pcg/s1600/DSC_0383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vZEJ_NkQQzM/TpUPvjf2K7I/AAAAAAAAUuk/MyCy91R_pcg/s400/DSC_0383.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Farmer Tom and his wife. Apparently after talking to some of the other moms, they are local favorites that have been around for years. They knew a lot of the moms by name. I am guessing from frequent visits each year with their families.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were a very nice couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9vLQWuxXU0/TpUPrpvwu9I/AAAAAAAAUuM/psR7419Fzzw/s1600/DSC_0378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9vLQWuxXU0/TpUPrpvwu9I/AAAAAAAAUuM/psR7419Fzzw/s400/DSC_0378.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They had a bunch of cute things that were perfect for pictures. Of course Cullan had no interest at the time. He was with all of his friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCzY5lySPX4/TpUPtNuU0uI/AAAAAAAAUuU/9GIWSQycSyU/s1600/DSC_0379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCzY5lySPX4/TpUPtNuU0uI/AAAAAAAAUuU/9GIWSQycSyU/s400/DSC_0379.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought this one was really cute. I would love to take all the kids back some weekend soon. I think it would be fun and that they would have a blast. Plus I would love to get some fun pictures with all there fun fall stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FXehQRQ7Q3k/TpUPyKsdo-I/AAAAAAAAUu4/xOR64n1uEf0/s1600/DSC_0387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FXehQRQ7Q3k/TpUPyKsdo-I/AAAAAAAAUu4/xOR64n1uEf0/s400/DSC_0387.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cullan waiting in line with his class to go into the play land.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to say their play land was pretty cool.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s76a1G4BcW0/TpUPzoCdcRI/AAAAAAAAUvA/JUHJdzg61bM/s1600/DSC_0388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s76a1G4BcW0/TpUPzoCdcRI/AAAAAAAAUvA/JUHJdzg61bM/s400/DSC_0388.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They had all of these fun wooden things for the kids to play on along with a petting zoo and corn maze. Of course as soon as Cullan went in, he made a B-line for the train.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Lcs8JtG5q8/TpUP03TUSYI/AAAAAAAAUvI/iAPTn6gs9X4/s1600/DSC_0389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Lcs8JtG5q8/TpUP03TUSYI/AAAAAAAAUvI/iAPTn6gs9X4/s400/DSC_0389.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He kept saying "Looks like Ice up ahead", yeah a little to much polar express!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnfGkZaH4ZY/TpUP3z_H9XI/AAAAAAAAUvY/AOhQn6sS6PE/s1600/DSC_0397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnfGkZaH4ZY/TpUP3z_H9XI/AAAAAAAAUvY/AOhQn6sS6PE/s400/DSC_0397.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They also had this cool Pirate ship. Cullan loved to pretend he was steering the ship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was a castle as well, but for some reason I did not get a picture of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EiHHgpiayc/TpUP2UnvtcI/AAAAAAAAUvQ/8_ybyvA8gUw/s1600/DSC_0395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EiHHgpiayc/TpUP2UnvtcI/AAAAAAAAUvQ/8_ybyvA8gUw/s400/DSC_0395.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was surprised Cullan wanted his picture taken with this. But he was so cute sticking his little head in there. You could pick any of the animals to be. All of their heads fold down. Guess he felt like being a goat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9H8LJcIEQY/TpUP5BwkZ7I/AAAAAAAAUvg/7KmZpXhcDes/s1600/DSC_0400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9H8LJcIEQY/TpUP5BwkZ7I/AAAAAAAAUvg/7KmZpXhcDes/s400/DSC_0400.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the kids played for a while, Farmer Tom came to pick them up to take them to the pumpkin patch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_TgsyhUR4E/TpUPpxEswJI/AAAAAAAAUuE/iRldUVxJ8OY/s1600/DSC_0377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_TgsyhUR4E/TpUPpxEswJI/AAAAAAAAUuE/iRldUVxJ8OY/s400/DSC_0377.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone piled onto the "Pumpkinville Express" to go pick out a pumpkin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufyHqv12fwg/TpUP6XeuuVI/AAAAAAAAUvo/PKjpBQGI9UA/s1600/DSC_0401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ufyHqv12fwg/TpUP6XeuuVI/AAAAAAAAUvo/PKjpBQGI9UA/s400/DSC_0401.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Cullan with about 1/2 of his class. The other half were on the first wagon. The lady in the plaid shirt is Mrs. Brady. She is a really great teacher.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0RMdcfFQk/TpUP7t67nFI/AAAAAAAAUv0/qNcbAQg5KJ0/s1600/DSC_0402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1t0RMdcfFQk/TpUP7t67nFI/AAAAAAAAUv0/qNcbAQg5KJ0/s400/DSC_0402.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had fun meeting all of Cullan's friends and he was busy telling me all about them on the hayride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xVKvhdMPQlk/TpUP9Jkt0MI/AAAAAAAAUv8/SpMa_T0tSVg/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xVKvhdMPQlk/TpUP9Jkt0MI/AAAAAAAAUv8/SpMa_T0tSVg/s400/DSC_0404.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Woo HOO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Pumpkin Patch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was completely impressed that each kid got to pick out a pumpkin to take home and that they were not those tiny little ones. What you see in the picture is roughly the pumpkins they were picking from. Cullan picked a pretty pumpkin that was nice and round. I had to leave a little early to pick up Kael from Preschool, so I did not get a picture of Cullan with his pumpkin at the patch. Oh well. It was a lot of fun. I know Cullan had a great time and asked when we were going to be able to go back with our family. I was so thankful that my friend could watch the girls so that I could be with Cullan. I have looked forward to being able to doing stuff like this for a while. 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text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend we went camping with Garran's parents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to &lt;a href="http://www.iowadnr.gov/Destinations/StateParksRecAreas/IowasStateParks/ParkDetails.aspx?ParkID=610122&amp;amp;idAdminBoundary=220"&gt;Wildcat Den State Park&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was seriously they perfect time to go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The weather was BEAUTIFUL!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We could not have asked for anything better and we enjoyed the company as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rc64_dUiJR0/TpJmUiIxMMI/AAAAAAAAUsY/-NfLrgKQmvQ/s1600/DSC_0373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rc64_dUiJR0/TpJmUiIxMMI/AAAAAAAAUsY/-NfLrgKQmvQ/s400/DSC_0373.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was the view from our tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USX8Ce-ox40/TpJmV7NwZsI/AAAAAAAAUsc/0mfHca-K39c/s1600/DSC_0374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USX8Ce-ox40/TpJmV7NwZsI/AAAAAAAAUsc/0mfHca-K39c/s400/DSC_0374.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the kids checking out the campsite and enjoying being outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncFSxWmemvM/TpJmXQP0wfI/AAAAAAAAUsg/C68F9Bt9NpU/s1600/DSC_0376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncFSxWmemvM/TpJmXQP0wfI/AAAAAAAAUsg/C68F9Bt9NpU/s400/DSC_0376.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cullan brought his&amp;nbsp;binoculars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we got the tents up and everything organized we went for a walk/hike..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are Garran and Ayla before we left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I love that smile of Garrans! Swoon!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uzJ2AtyVdM/TpJmYuXBFPI/AAAAAAAAUsk/ePx-Zs7vb7w/s1600/DSC_0386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6uzJ2AtyVdM/TpJmYuXBFPI/AAAAAAAAUsk/ePx-Zs7vb7w/s400/DSC_0386.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we all are going down the trails. Of course the boys took off ahead, leading the pack. They kept calling it their adventure. It was so pretty. There were trees everywhere and they were all changing colors. LOVED IT! Have I mentioned fall is my favorite time of year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TSJ7FjWqX_Y/TpJmaI0OrMI/AAAAAAAAUso/ABXVpks3gTE/s1600/DSC_0391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TSJ7FjWqX_Y/TpJmaI0OrMI/AAAAAAAAUso/ABXVpks3gTE/s400/DSC_0391.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone checking out a bridge and the different things that were around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B0J7R4wlA08/TpJmb0meA6I/AAAAAAAAUss/4LwAlD8gPu4/s1600/DSC_0395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B0J7R4wlA08/TpJmb0meA6I/AAAAAAAAUss/4LwAlD8gPu4/s400/DSC_0395.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Like I said, the boys kept running ahead. They were headed down to where the caves were. I mean caves and trails. A boys HEAVEN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSd6m31-oss/TpJmdSGqs2I/AAAAAAAAUsw/7eGUPuuByQg/s1600/DSC_0397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSd6m31-oss/TpJmdSGqs2I/AAAAAAAAUsw/7eGUPuuByQg/s400/DSC_0397.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course I was crazy with my camera and had everyone pose for a picture. I try not to bug people to much when we do fun things, but I love having pictures to remember all the fun moments. &amp;nbsp;I don't think anyone minded. ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJ5pz6pcwrg/TpJmf2KHnxI/AAAAAAAAUs0/eT-8XkdtqqE/s1600/DSC_0402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJ5pz6pcwrg/TpJmf2KHnxI/AAAAAAAAUs0/eT-8XkdtqqE/s400/DSC_0402.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There was a small channel, I think that is what you would call it. There was not a lot of water, it was mostly mud. But it was fun to look at and check out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-REP7df7q-BE/TpJmhDXn9CI/AAAAAAAAUs4/ZaJ596ggaWY/s1600/DSC_0404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-REP7df7q-BE/TpJmhDXn9CI/AAAAAAAAUs4/ZaJ596ggaWY/s400/DSC_0404.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A little farther down the trail we found this cool bunch of tree roots. Garrans mom said something about how they would make a pretty picture. I agreed and everyone climbed up. I think they would have climbed up there regardless, but I got a picture anyways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu-SIrAcwH0/TpJmibhbyMI/AAAAAAAAUs8/GF4Ch_m3qu4/s1600/DSC_0408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu-SIrAcwH0/TpJmibhbyMI/AAAAAAAAUs8/GF4Ch_m3qu4/s400/DSC_0408.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After we went for the walk, we came back to camp for dinner. I have decided if we ever have to live in tents, we are parking ours next to Garran's parents. His mom is a pretty tasty dutch oven cook. Much better than I. So we have already staked our claim if we ever end up in tents!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0_NIaGddDmc/TpJmjOT8ZnI/AAAAAAAAUtA/WSsYt0Mk2Yo/s1600/DSC_0420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0_NIaGddDmc/TpJmjOT8ZnI/AAAAAAAAUtA/WSsYt0Mk2Yo/s400/DSC_0420.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though Garrans mom made some yummy dutch oven apple crisp, they still brought&amp;nbsp;marshmallows&amp;nbsp;for the kids to roast. I think my kids really enjoy the roasting part much more than the eating part. I was having fun playing with settings on my camera to try and get some fun pictures with the camp fire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDWiZdAMp6c/TpJmkn2bRaI/AAAAAAAAUtE/5FAEkubkRNU/s1600/DSC_0423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDWiZdAMp6c/TpJmkn2bRaI/AAAAAAAAUtE/5FAEkubkRNU/s400/DSC_0423.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Breia was covered in marshmallow by the time we were done, She does enjoy the eating part of roasting marshmallows. She is so stinking cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZZvmVx3XDI/TpJmm8gDUKI/AAAAAAAAUtM/_kL0qL-x0AE/s1600/DSC_0426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZZvmVx3XDI/TpJmm8gDUKI/AAAAAAAAUtM/_kL0qL-x0AE/s400/DSC_0426.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is most of our group sitting around the camp fire, just hanging out talking and enjoying the beautiful night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6GNqHE7P4s/TpJmoJuR5DI/AAAAAAAAUtQ/4y8lekKOA2s/s1600/DSC_0434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6GNqHE7P4s/TpJmoJuR5DI/AAAAAAAAUtQ/4y8lekKOA2s/s400/DSC_0434.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I tried to get one shot with everyone but me, but it came out blurry. ;0(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day we went to a mill that was just at the base of where we went to camp. It was pretty cool to go in and look at all the fun stuff. I have to admit that in my old age, my fear of heights was giving me some trouble. The stairs were so steep and there was not much of a railing. Coming up from the basement my knees were so weak. I wish it did not bother me so much. So I did not go to the top of the mill. I enjoyed taking pictures outside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DKd7ECjHMnQ/TpJmpjtOUcI/AAAAAAAAUtU/wBudVQt7bys/s1600/DSC_0458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DKd7ECjHMnQ/TpJmpjtOUcI/AAAAAAAAUtU/wBudVQt7bys/s400/DSC_0458.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cullan and Kael waving to me from upstairs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_-EioDr80c/TpJmq2pYngI/AAAAAAAAUtY/vTB2nps5nIg/s1600/DSC_0459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_-EioDr80c/TpJmq2pYngI/AAAAAAAAUtY/vTB2nps5nIg/s400/DSC_0459.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids learning about ground corn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ir8dPOuibc/TpJmsPyFGoI/AAAAAAAAUtc/ghjhWgcajjU/s1600/DSC_0461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ir8dPOuibc/TpJmsPyFGoI/AAAAAAAAUtc/ghjhWgcajjU/s400/DSC_0461.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't know why, but I told Garran that this picture makes him look creepy. The only thing that helps is that Garran has a baby on his back. ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BxTd_W8Ot0/TpJmtCXxkKI/AAAAAAAAUtg/QUCdhGuFCX0/s1600/DSC_0462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BxTd_W8Ot0/TpJmtCXxkKI/AAAAAAAAUtg/QUCdhGuFCX0/s400/DSC_0462.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at that team work. Makes a Mama happy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4eqNlpOl-vc/TpJmuHEmduI/AAAAAAAAUtk/tAg91R7YIbw/s1600/DSC_0463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4eqNlpOl-vc/TpJmuHEmduI/AAAAAAAAUtk/tAg91R7YIbw/s400/DSC_0463.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garran doing some sifting. He sat there for a long time. I was surprised at how into it he got.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odkUWhjGfVA/TpJmu5laLCI/AAAAAAAAUto/Gt9IrqjPa00/s1600/DSC_0468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odkUWhjGfVA/TpJmu5laLCI/AAAAAAAAUto/Gt9IrqjPa00/s400/DSC_0468.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kael and Briea found this in the basement. They were pretty interested in it until I said it reminded me of Hansel and Gretel. Then they were not so&amp;nbsp;interested. I had to kind of laugh to myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ow_5PPuGxo/TpJmxGw7UaI/AAAAAAAAUts/vufVHcUeigU/s1600/DSC_0471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ow_5PPuGxo/TpJmxGw7UaI/AAAAAAAAUts/vufVHcUeigU/s400/DSC_0471.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You have to look closely, but you can see Garran, Ayla, Cullan, and Grandpa hanging out the Mill windows. I was up on the bridge at the time with Kael.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHeYAQekzXQ/TpJmyXrIs1I/AAAAAAAAUt0/ELRarYxCBPM/s1600/DSC_0476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHeYAQekzXQ/TpJmyXrIs1I/AAAAAAAAUt0/ELRarYxCBPM/s400/DSC_0476.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would recommend Wildcat Den State Park to anyone. It was really pretty and the trails were fun. It is right by the Mississippi on the Iowa side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had fun spending some time out doors, trying to relax from life, and spending time with Garran's parents. I hope we get to do some more camping. The kids really love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-6429009358860441691?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6429009358860441691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6429009358860441691' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6429009358860441691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6429009358860441691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/wildcat-den-state-park.html' title='Wildcat Den State Park'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rc64_dUiJR0/TpJmUiIxMMI/AAAAAAAAUsY/-NfLrgKQmvQ/s72-c/DSC_0373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-8565359854920024972</id><published>2011-10-06T23:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:12:42.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>I love quotes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i really love this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;‎"Something kind of Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;about the way things have come to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Desensitized to Everything,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;What became of Subtlety"&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/6754947649266903673-8565359854920024972?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8565359854920024972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=8565359854920024972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8565359854920024972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/8565359854920024972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-quotes.html' title='I love quotes!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-6037895974875736946</id><published>2011-10-04T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:24:33.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure talent=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>it's official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RxfRiZ4eec/TovaUmv5T9I/AAAAAAAAUsQ/2OHq-jJKk9A/s1600/DSC_0374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RxfRiZ4eec/TovaUmv5T9I/AAAAAAAAUsQ/2OHq-jJKk9A/s400/DSC_0374.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i graduated from the level one cake decorating class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have to say that i do not feel like i really got what i wanted out of it. i know i posted before that the lady teaching the class was very nice, but not the best teacher. i don't feel as confident as i would like, and I still feel as though i will just have to figure a lot of it out on my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that being said, here was my final cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i decided to do a chocolate fudge with banana cream filling. butter cream icing of course. it turned out ok. there is a lot i would like to still try. however, with three birthdays in October and my &amp;nbsp;new found cake decorating hobby, don't be surprised, if you my local friends get a mysterious cake on your door. Please take it. I really can not have cake in my house anymore. I don't even want to eat it at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, i do have pictures of the other cakes that my friends did. however, at the moment i can not find the cord i need to get them off my camera. so when i find it, will post them as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i start the level 2 class this Thursday, but with a different instructor. i am hoping to learn a lot more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have really enjoyed taking these classes and just doing something fun one night a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-6037895974875736946?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6037895974875736946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=6037895974875736946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6037895974875736946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/6037895974875736946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-official.html' title='it&apos;s official...'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RxfRiZ4eec/TovaUmv5T9I/AAAAAAAAUsQ/2OHq-jJKk9A/s72-c/DSC_0374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-9095083319451868818</id><published>2011-10-03T00:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:46:37.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>Celebrations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this year, I asked Kael what kind of cake that he wanted. He said that he just wanted to help make it and that he wanted it colorful. So I decided why not let him decorate it. It is his birthday and kids love to do stuff like that anyways. So I got it started and then he took it over, with some help from the rest of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueHO4G7CuZk/TolHdAS2_sI/AAAAAAAAUrs/5h-Ae4Rrbrw/s1600/CIMG1335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueHO4G7CuZk/TolHdAS2_sI/AAAAAAAAUrs/5h-Ae4Rrbrw/s400/CIMG1335.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids all got a different color of frosting to help stir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrleUxJMvv8/TolHeUayH9I/AAAAAAAAUrw/K_PlfGqP1fQ/s1600/CIMG1340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrleUxJMvv8/TolHeUayH9I/AAAAAAAAUrw/K_PlfGqP1fQ/s400/CIMG1340.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kael waiting ever so patiently to have me finish icing the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OadODgMPN9w/TolHfzkwRxI/AAAAAAAAUr0/oXE5B5vPMi8/s1600/CIMG1346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OadODgMPN9w/TolHfzkwRxI/AAAAAAAAUr0/oXE5B5vPMi8/s400/CIMG1346.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Briea thrilled that she has a whole bowl of icing she is in charge of. ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time to decorate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l71MWmOSsy8/TolHhlw7mMI/AAAAAAAAUr4/UVnCe6BSw3U/s1600/CIMG1350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l71MWmOSsy8/TolHhlw7mMI/AAAAAAAAUr4/UVnCe6BSw3U/s400/CIMG1350.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone got to add their own individual touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SaGKXjoFCw/TolHjaRPgwI/AAAAAAAAUr8/CeTKg6SnYKE/s1600/CIMG1352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--SaGKXjoFCw/TolHjaRPgwI/AAAAAAAAUr8/CeTKg6SnYKE/s400/CIMG1352.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at that talent. Little cake designers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwq3IrHmolw/TolHleI_rGI/AAAAAAAAUsA/bK07jvw8wgE/s1600/CIMG1355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwq3IrHmolw/TolHleI_rGI/AAAAAAAAUsA/bK07jvw8wgE/s400/CIMG1355.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the finished&amp;nbsp;project. Kael thought it was great. That was the most important part. I thought it was a very abstract peice of work. ;0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5q8YyqHRxVg/TolHmCmRxNI/AAAAAAAAUsE/dgxkwFrrC08/s1600/IMG_0698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5q8YyqHRxVg/TolHmCmRxNI/AAAAAAAAUsE/dgxkwFrrC08/s400/IMG_0698.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this year instead of doing a couple little presents we just did one big one. So here is Kaels new bike!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can not find the picture I took of him on it, but he was really excited about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of course i had to take a video of our big happy birthday song! i love cullan and briea at the end. they were so into it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GygOCqqURug?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-9095083319451868818?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/9095083319451868818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=9095083319451868818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/9095083319451868818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/9095083319451868818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueHO4G7CuZk/TolHdAS2_sI/AAAAAAAAUrs/5h-Ae4Rrbrw/s72-c/CIMG1335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-4305242562779994120</id><published>2011-10-02T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:47:29.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>5 Short Years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Five short years ago today we had already dropped Cullan off at our "Friendly Neighbors" house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I left in tears. I don't know if it was hormones or what. I was sad that I would be leaving Cullan for three days. I was scared about giving birth again. All I could think was that if something went wrong, I would be leaving this sweet little boy and Garran. I know. It sounds dramatic, but I am a worrier by nature. Anyways, by now we were sitting in the hospital. I had the nicest nurse ever. Garran and I still had not decided on a name and so we were discussing things and waiting for our sweet baby boy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember wondering how I could love another baby as much as I loved Cullan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However after my easiest labor of all four, my fears were put to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSl7joGrIdw/TohlNH3it_I/AAAAAAAAUrk/p_cIqEPQhyY/s1600/Kaels+birth+%252850%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSl7joGrIdw/TohlNH3it_I/AAAAAAAAUrk/p_cIqEPQhyY/s400/Kaels+birth+%252850%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was love at first sight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was adorable and I could not imagine my life without him, even though he had only been with us for a few short minutes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 Years Later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9Kf7dAWzK8/TohliVFEkuI/AAAAAAAAUro/iwvoXff6_KU/s1600/CIMG1285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9Kf7dAWzK8/TohliVFEkuI/AAAAAAAAUro/iwvoXff6_KU/s400/CIMG1285.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome, Energetic, Social, Funny, Dramatic, and so full of LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kael has so many wonderful characteristics. We love him more everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These last 5 years have gone by so fast. It feels like we were just at the first picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Love You More Than You May Ever Know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 5th Birthday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kael!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-4305242562779994120?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4305242562779994120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=4305242562779994120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4305242562779994120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4305242562779994120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/10/5-short-years.html' title='5 Short Years.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSl7joGrIdw/TohlNH3it_I/AAAAAAAAUrk/p_cIqEPQhyY/s72-c/Kaels+birth+%252850%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7386615597215824861</id><published>2011-09-30T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T23:22:24.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>Fun Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight Cullan's school put on a fun fair and it sure was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a really great time. I have to admit that both Garran and I were nicely&amp;nbsp;surprised&amp;nbsp;at how&amp;nbsp;many fun things they had to do for the kids. Things were very fairly priced and the kids had an awesome time playing all the games and doing all the activities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fdXzHEWEFg/ToaOZbIcqgI/AAAAAAAAUqE/3UuPboBaz08/s1600/CIMG1265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fdXzHEWEFg/ToaOZbIcqgI/AAAAAAAAUqE/3UuPboBaz08/s400/CIMG1265.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We ate dinner there first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hot dogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids were excited about that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyAstpdX45w/ToaOeEsDfmI/AAAAAAAAUqM/OL-MFDGh1nc/s1600/CIMG1270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyAstpdX45w/ToaOeEsDfmI/AAAAAAAAUqM/OL-MFDGh1nc/s400/CIMG1270.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am about 99% sure this was Cullan's favorite part. They had a couple huge bouncy house things and he spent most of his time playing in those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDl6oY9lAcI/ToaOii1Jt9I/AAAAAAAAUqQ/0VCf5qDfS2g/s1600/CIMG1275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDl6oY9lAcI/ToaOii1Jt9I/AAAAAAAAUqQ/0VCf5qDfS2g/s400/CIMG1275.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Briea on the other hand had fun at the bouncy houses but really loved all the animal stuff. she stayed at the mini petting zoo for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjzFA4UhK84/ToaOl2PEctI/AAAAAAAAUqY/4NbYmXVK9z0/s1600/CIMG1277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjzFA4UhK84/ToaOl2PEctI/AAAAAAAAUqY/4NbYmXVK9z0/s400/CIMG1277.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so did Kael. he has always been my little animal lover. he is very sweet and soft to them. he is always asking if we can get different kinds of pets. hopefully one day we will.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4D3menLjwJg/ToaOstu_q7I/AAAAAAAAUqg/V-pTzMZXIbk/s1600/CIMG1287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4D3menLjwJg/ToaOstu_q7I/AAAAAAAAUqg/V-pTzMZXIbk/s400/CIMG1287.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;garran tried to let Ayla check out the animals with Briea. I don't think she was having much of that. Briea on the other hand was not afraid at all. She cracked me up. She and this duck were having a mini stare off. all of a sudden this duck quaked and her and she just reached over and pinched its beak closed. she was very soft when she did it, but I could just see her saying, "I don't think so DUCK!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jt423HQkr7M/ToaOotezaJI/AAAAAAAAUqc/BQ-RqMNofnw/s1600/CIMG1278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jt423HQkr7M/ToaOotezaJI/AAAAAAAAUqc/BQ-RqMNofnw/s400/CIMG1278.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They also had pony rides.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who was in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep these two kiddos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We took&amp;nbsp;multiple&amp;nbsp;turns on the ponies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At one point,&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;we went around briea would yell "yee-haw" and wave a pretty wave to the people waiting in line for a turn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-RHWAkLnIw/ToaOblcl1RI/AAAAAAAAUqI/g4Z-SJ3SOK4/s1600/CIMG1266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-RHWAkLnIw/ToaOblcl1RI/AAAAAAAAUqI/g4Z-SJ3SOK4/s400/CIMG1266.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were so cute riding the horses. I even snapped a little video of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fc8f51e8c98ec219" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc8f51e8c98ec219%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331882619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C6F1ABDA293D01FAF02631179E7BD11A5F2464.4883F0AA31A79666D1CA81D40C05361AF81B7A71%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc8f51e8c98ec219%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSLidYScrCmPmfgpNHquAlZJkRIc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc8f51e8c98ec219%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331882619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C6F1ABDA293D01FAF02631179E7BD11A5F2464.4883F0AA31A79666D1CA81D40C05361AF81B7A71%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc8f51e8c98ec219%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSLidYScrCmPmfgpNHquAlZJkRIc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;after the pony ride, Kael decided that it was time to go do some rock climbing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gf5cs_cbYLs/ToaOvpXhD-I/AAAAAAAAUqo/kXBwld_OKGo/s1600/CIMG1288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gf5cs_cbYLs/ToaOvpXhD-I/AAAAAAAAUqo/kXBwld_OKGo/s400/CIMG1288.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;here he is getting all harnessed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzAIGi4OIVo/ToaOyUaVlvI/AAAAAAAAUqs/hOXbZePq3Yo/s1600/CIMG1289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzAIGi4OIVo/ToaOyUaVlvI/AAAAAAAAUqs/hOXbZePq3Yo/s400/CIMG1289.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this was a pretty decent sized rock wall for a 5 year old. kael showed no fear. he just hopped right up in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-N1jFBe1PM/ToaO5H5eNgI/AAAAAAAAUq4/NU23dM4PAC4/s1600/CIMG1293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-N1jFBe1PM/ToaO5H5eNgI/AAAAAAAAUq4/NU23dM4PAC4/s400/CIMG1293.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cullan stood with Kael while he waited for his turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45rTGtdcbOM/ToaO716FV5I/AAAAAAAAUq8/3QeYH6I5nTM/s1600/CIMG1294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45rTGtdcbOM/ToaO716FV5I/AAAAAAAAUq8/3QeYH6I5nTM/s400/CIMG1294.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kael getting harnessed up by one of the rock climbing students from the college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPzMrX7Jvv8/ToaO-If4YEI/AAAAAAAAUrA/j4IXVYFiQTQ/s1600/CIMG1295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPzMrX7Jvv8/ToaO-If4YEI/AAAAAAAAUrA/j4IXVYFiQTQ/s400/CIMG1295.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at him go. He did not make it to the top to ring the bell but that did not matter at all. I was so proud of him for trying something new. I kept telling him what an awesome job he did. I hope he tries those sorts of things more often. I get so excited watching my kids strike out and try new things that they have not yet experienced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b8d3bf46f0b0a754" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8d3bf46f0b0a754%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331882619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73269ADF79FA9E0EF3050EDFC11EE47AD14ED215.72B8F6C2C62B165900296E8F5631612778B22DFB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8d3bf46f0b0a754%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfMW-0GIljOyveYGcPZb43aYpk3Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8d3bf46f0b0a754%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331882619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73269ADF79FA9E0EF3050EDFC11EE47AD14ED215.72B8F6C2C62B165900296E8F5631612778B22DFB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8d3bf46f0b0a754%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfMW-0GIljOyveYGcPZb43aYpk3Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;video of kael. Sorry it is sideways and short. i was trying to watch other kids so i did not get most of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-gkYkjYSfg/ToaO2H4CCGI/AAAAAAAAUqw/YTrwtovjJ-8/s1600/CIMG1292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-gkYkjYSfg/ToaO2H4CCGI/AAAAAAAAUqw/YTrwtovjJ-8/s400/CIMG1292.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cullan playing bags. Guess he takes after aunt sara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after most of the games we decided to go on the hay ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fGbQj6ytqM/ToaPAlGX31I/AAAAAAAAUrE/CcHO5_ACozs/s1600/CIMG1302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fGbQj6ytqM/ToaPAlGX31I/AAAAAAAAUrE/CcHO5_ACozs/s400/CIMG1302.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;look at these two cuties waiting for the ride to start.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRHNUqDgcHA/ToaPCmF5jII/AAAAAAAAUrI/pDU5ZFuB-Vs/s1600/CIMG1304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRHNUqDgcHA/ToaPCmF5jII/AAAAAAAAUrI/pDU5ZFuB-Vs/s400/CIMG1304.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;three more cuties.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I can not believe how big they are getting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHhZcYd8jog/ToaPElFSgsI/AAAAAAAAUrQ/wg7DFi9eoLU/s1600/CIMG1308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHhZcYd8jog/ToaPElFSgsI/AAAAAAAAUrQ/wg7DFi9eoLU/s400/CIMG1308.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cullan took this picture of Garran and I.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am trying hard to be in more pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ1Tgaj90PQ/ToaPGmwnfgI/AAAAAAAAUrU/zEvLGpVYyC4/s1600/CIMG1311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ1Tgaj90PQ/ToaPGmwnfgI/AAAAAAAAUrU/zEvLGpVYyC4/s400/CIMG1311.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;more cuteness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just thought i would through it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVsOIl1_XJA/ToaPI6tf0OI/AAAAAAAAUrY/cOX8aefh63o/s1600/CIMG1313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVsOIl1_XJA/ToaPI6tf0OI/AAAAAAAAUrY/cOX8aefh63o/s400/CIMG1313.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;while on the hayride we found out that this tractor is famous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zach Effron and Dennis Quad are in our town and the two adjoining filming a movie. This tractor was in it. They borrowed it from the farmer. The movie is about a farmer and his son. The dad wants his son to farm, but the son wants to be a race car driver. I found a link to the movie &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/clancy-brown-zac-efron-dennis-quaid-242258"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4JR9cktqk9I/ToaPLNe-RcI/AAAAAAAAUrc/jN1ZWD10hyY/s1600/CIMG1314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4JR9cktqk9I/ToaPLNe-RcI/AAAAAAAAUrc/jN1ZWD10hyY/s400/CIMG1314.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are at the end of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun Fair Over and we were ready to head home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was starting to get really chilly so it was the perfect time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am actually looking forward to more nights like these, now that we are officially parents of school aged children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(sigh, I can not believe i just said that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-7386615597215824861?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7386615597215824861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7386615597215824861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7386615597215824861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7386615597215824861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/fun-fair.html' title='Fun Fair'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_fdXzHEWEFg/ToaOZbIcqgI/AAAAAAAAUqE/3UuPboBaz08/s72-c/CIMG1265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-5790304767531459182</id><published>2011-09-30T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T22:50:07.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>almost here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PIQcKpgiV0/ToaNqU_-8II/AAAAAAAAUqA/bIlaNNO91nk/s1600/IMG_0696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PIQcKpgiV0/ToaNqU_-8II/AAAAAAAAUqA/bIlaNNO91nk/s400/IMG_0696.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kael's birthday is sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he will be 5!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today at school he got a birthday sticker, happy birthday sang to him and he got to share cupcakes with his friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all in all, he had a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-5790304767531459182?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5790304767531459182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=5790304767531459182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5790304767531459182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5790304767531459182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/almost-here.html' title='almost here.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PIQcKpgiV0/ToaNqU_-8II/AAAAAAAAUqA/bIlaNNO91nk/s72-c/IMG_0696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-1971411666764822422</id><published>2011-09-30T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T22:48:12.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around the house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick-DR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>noodle nunchucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;well i had just sat down at my last cake decorating class for the level one group when my phone rang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we had made&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;for dinner that night, and used chopsticks while eating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i had finished dinner and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;garran calls me and says, "hey you might need to come back home.".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i asked what was the matter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;garran said he was not sure what happened. he said kael was sitting in the chair and the next thing he knew he was crying and saying that his face hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he had some how managed to "noodle&amp;nbsp;nun chuck" (that is what our kids call chop sticks, don't ask, I don't know why) but anyways, he had somehow managed to "nun chuck" himself in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so i left class early and took Kael to the ER for him to have his cheek looked at. it was not a very long cut. however it was deep and in a bad place. Garran and I both thought that because of the location it would need stitches to heal and not&amp;nbsp;constantly&amp;nbsp;keep opening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we were right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3 big stitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9gOKe4-rrM/ToaLrV-JTGI/AAAAAAAAUp8/EeIit0x8D_Y/s1600/IMG_0694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9gOKe4-rrM/ToaLrV-JTGI/AAAAAAAAUp8/EeIit0x8D_Y/s400/IMG_0694.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i told Kael afterwards that they had to sew him up to keep all his handsome-ness inside. he thought that was funny. he was really brave till they stuck that needle right in his cut. i have to admit that this was the first time i witnessed someone getting stitches. usually garran deals with this stuff. however he had a ton of grading to do, so i went. i tried to not think about how painful it was to have that needle stuck in your cut, but i think i may have tensed up just as much as poor kael did when that needle went in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh well. he is doing well, and those stinky stitches will be out next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-1971411666764822422?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1971411666764822422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=1971411666764822422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1971411666764822422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1971411666764822422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/noodle-nunchucks.html' title='noodle nunchucks'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9gOKe4-rrM/ToaLrV-JTGI/AAAAAAAAUp8/EeIit0x8D_Y/s72-c/IMG_0694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3389304794983585931</id><published>2011-09-30T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T22:38:26.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayla'/><title type='text'>out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4nfNGTsR_Q/ToaLGUkBrCI/AAAAAAAAUp4/Wk_06Vmjmzk/s1600/CIMG1247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4nfNGTsR_Q/ToaLGUkBrCI/AAAAAAAAUp4/Wk_06Vmjmzk/s400/CIMG1247.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;100% out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-3389304794983585931?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3389304794983585931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3389304794983585931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3389304794983585931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3389304794983585931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/out.html' title='out.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4nfNGTsR_Q/ToaLGUkBrCI/AAAAAAAAUp4/Wk_06Vmjmzk/s72-c/CIMG1247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-4444725328976779019</id><published>2011-09-26T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:01:21.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>relatable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksJ4ovlahzM/ToAG61AG5lI/AAAAAAAAUps/4rAhH-k_LR4/s1600/Baby_Blues.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksJ4ovlahzM/ToAG61AG5lI/AAAAAAAAUps/4rAhH-k_LR4/s400/Baby_Blues.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This comic strip almost always makes me laugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably because most of the time I can totally relate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-4444725328976779019?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4444725328976779019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=4444725328976779019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4444725328976779019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/4444725328976779019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/relatable.html' title='relatable!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksJ4ovlahzM/ToAG61AG5lI/AAAAAAAAUps/4rAhH-k_LR4/s72-c/Baby_Blues.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-5454780543427586213</id><published>2011-09-25T23:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:43:39.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date-nights'/><title type='text'>This is what happens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you spend the evening with friends you do not get to see that often but that you know you can always laugh with and have a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We tried to surprise our friends that Palmers for Stacy's birthday, which is tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She figured it out, but we still went and had fun anyways. We ate dinner at this super yummy place called "Tokyo". Then we walked around the mall and just chatted. Had some ice cream and ended the night at Target.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it might not sound like the most amazing double date in the world, but I laughed so much it was totally worth every minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course at the mall we had to stop in the Halloween shop. The boys stayed up front and talked while Stac and I looked around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We found these gems and I could not resist a picture with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JtHMSS2TVoA/ToACC5Hs25I/AAAAAAAAUpk/NjES_t8bQLU/s1600/CIMG1251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JtHMSS2TVoA/ToACC5Hs25I/AAAAAAAAUpk/NjES_t8bQLU/s400/CIMG1251.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBnUCN65QC0/ToACEkKWNdI/AAAAAAAAUpo/6pjwZ0R8cJ0/s1600/CIMG1252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBnUCN65QC0/ToACEkKWNdI/AAAAAAAAUpo/6pjwZ0R8cJ0/s400/CIMG1252.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for a fun night Palmer's and Hope you have an Amazing Birthday tomorrow Stac!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-5454780543427586213?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5454780543427586213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=5454780543427586213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5454780543427586213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5454780543427586213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-what-happens.html' title='This is what happens.'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JtHMSS2TVoA/ToACC5Hs25I/AAAAAAAAUpk/NjES_t8bQLU/s72-c/CIMG1251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-5915591830369071214</id><published>2011-09-23T00:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T00:39:39.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briea'/><title type='text'>B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jW1r0DmZ_k8/Tnwa35iajkI/AAAAAAAAUpc/GFCQRUmR480/s1600/breia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jW1r0DmZ_k8/Tnwa35iajkI/AAAAAAAAUpc/GFCQRUmR480/s400/breia.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;time goes by to fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is growing up right before my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is talking like a big kid now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no more one or two word sentences for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is my big girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every time&amp;nbsp;I look at her, i see my mom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of all my kids, she resembles my mom the most.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-5915591830369071214?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5915591830369071214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=5915591830369071214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5915591830369071214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5915591830369071214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/b.html' title='B'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jW1r0DmZ_k8/Tnwa35iajkI/AAAAAAAAUpc/GFCQRUmR480/s72-c/breia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-1258543452503471294</id><published>2011-09-23T00:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T09:30:03.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say the darndest things'/><title type='text'>Memories (for me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tonight I was telling Cullan how much i love his freckles. Then he said "I like your red freckles too". Umm yeah sadly those aren't freckles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Love moments like this morning. I was dropping Cullan off at school and I gave him a hug and kissed his forehead and told him I loved him. Then he ran off to the playground. He got half way there, turned around and said "mom, I just love your hugs and kisses!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;On the way home from picking Cullan up from school, he told me that they had their first kid meeting today. This is where the whole school meets in the auditorium in the morning to say the pledge and a few other things. Then he says, " mom, did you know we are all made of justice under God?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Listening to Cullan and kael in the back seat discussing whether IR not this man coming out of the building is Garran or not. Cullan says its not BC garran did not have a hat on when he left. Kael says it is because they have the same color shirt. I guess they have not&amp;nbsp;noticed&amp;nbsp;that the Guy is African American yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6754947649266903673-1258543452503471294?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1258543452503471294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=1258543452503471294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1258543452503471294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1258543452503471294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/memories-for-me.html' title='Memories (for me)'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-1353296429196292691</id><published>2011-09-23T00:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T00:31:38.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure talent=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>Cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Week three of cake decorating class. There are only 4 weeks. I have to admit that the teacher is not my favorite. She is a very nice lady but she is not the best at teaching the class. &amp;nbsp;I don't know. &amp;nbsp;She is very nice but maybe our teaching and learning styles just don't mesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I have everyone take pictures of their cupcakes at the end of the classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Jenny's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VugP64Um7U4/TnwXoHoi8MI/AAAAAAAAUo8/KhUxEPKCe14/s1600/CIMG1238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VugP64Um7U4/TnwXoHoi8MI/AAAAAAAAUo8/KhUxEPKCe14/s400/CIMG1238.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jillian's&amp;nbsp;Cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eBROprFMoMI/TnwXqCvdy6I/AAAAAAAAUpA/bk7TQ6SsolE/s1600/CIMG1239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eBROprFMoMI/TnwXqCvdy6I/AAAAAAAAUpA/bk7TQ6SsolE/s400/CIMG1239.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She took an extra one with her cupcakes, just in case I forgot. She is so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7o9cwAJmwCg/TnwXr13A-CI/AAAAAAAAUpE/h_jjaJKBbCo/s1600/CIMG1240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7o9cwAJmwCg/TnwXr13A-CI/AAAAAAAAUpE/h_jjaJKBbCo/s400/CIMG1240.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Becca's beautiful treats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDBHR5qQEIo/TnwXtoQpjRI/AAAAAAAAUpI/hJoi3VtQz30/s1600/CIMG1241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDBHR5qQEIo/TnwXtoQpjRI/AAAAAAAAUpI/hJoi3VtQz30/s400/CIMG1241.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are mine. Don't say anything about my stupid stringy mum cupcakes. I hate them. They are my least favorite and I really don't ever plan on decorating anything with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Can you tell it's late and I am feeling a wee bit like a 5 year old cranky child) LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hi9mHF-zFbA/TnwXvsLKGTI/AAAAAAAAUpM/U3B9PKxjYjg/s1600/CIMG1243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hi9mHF-zFbA/TnwXvsLKGTI/AAAAAAAAUpM/U3B9PKxjYjg/s400/CIMG1243.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last but not least, Trisha's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the best part is, they made it home. Last week her cake hit the floor as she was leaving class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqveNYSOny0/TnwXyMpOmdI/AAAAAAAAUpU/DL9bv3RZUeg/s1600/CIMG1245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqveNYSOny0/TnwXyMpOmdI/AAAAAAAAUpU/DL9bv3RZUeg/s400/CIMG1245.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next week we have to decorate a cake. Pictures to come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6754947649266903673-1353296429196292691?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1353296429196292691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=1353296429196292691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1353296429196292691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1353296429196292691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VugP64Um7U4/TnwXoHoi8MI/AAAAAAAAUo8/KhUxEPKCe14/s72-c/CIMG1238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-153375893127137187</id><published>2011-09-18T22:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:47:13.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Im a few days late with this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMo7tg3FfAI/Tna645cYSCI/AAAAAAAAUo4/mpDAI4Er-0w/s1600/DSC_0373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMo7tg3FfAI/Tna645cYSCI/AAAAAAAAUo4/mpDAI4Er-0w/s320/DSC_0373.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #313331; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5e1ec; color: #3d2518; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;First Day Of School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started school this morning,&lt;br /&gt;And he seemed so very small.&lt;br /&gt;As I walked there beside him&lt;br /&gt;In the Kindergarten hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he took his place beside&lt;br /&gt;the others in the class,&lt;br /&gt;I realized how all too soon&lt;br /&gt;Those first few years can pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5e1ec; color: #3d2518; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5e1ec; color: #3d2518; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5e1ec; color: #3d2518; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Remembering, I saw him as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5e1ec; color: #3d2518; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;He first learned how to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5e1ec; color: #3d2518; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;The words that we alone made out&lt;br /&gt;When he began to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy so much absorbed&lt;br /&gt;In learning how to write.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though he must have grown&lt;br /&gt;To boyhood overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were blurred by hastily&lt;br /&gt;I brushed the tears away&lt;br /&gt;Lest by some word or sign of mine&lt;br /&gt;I mar his first big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I longed to stay with him&lt;br /&gt;And keep him by the hand&lt;br /&gt;To lead him through the places&lt;br /&gt;That he couldn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something closely kin to fear&lt;br /&gt;Was mingled with my pride.&lt;br /&gt;I knew he would no longer be&lt;br /&gt;A baby by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he must have his chance to live,&lt;br /&gt;To work his problems out,&lt;br /&gt;The privilege to grow and learn&lt;br /&gt;What life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must share my little boy&lt;br /&gt;With friends and work and play;&lt;br /&gt;He's not a baby anymore --&lt;br /&gt;He's in Kinderga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d5e1ec; color: #3d2518; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;rten today&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/6754947649266903673-153375893127137187?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/153375893127137187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=153375893127137187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/153375893127137187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/153375893127137187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school-author-unknown-he.html' title='Im a few days late with this!'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMo7tg3FfAI/Tna645cYSCI/AAAAAAAAUo4/mpDAI4Er-0w/s72-c/DSC_0373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-3988135210161881919</id><published>2011-09-18T13:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T13:57:47.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure talent=)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>cake anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I decided a while back that I wanted to take a cake&amp;nbsp;decorating&amp;nbsp;class. Just&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;fun to do where I could get out of the house for just one night a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBlbNEiocXk/TnY9tUY2cbI/AAAAAAAAUko/fSJ1LxVIvao/s1600/CIMG1221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBlbNEiocXk/TnY9tUY2cbI/AAAAAAAAUko/fSJ1LxVIvao/s400/CIMG1221.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; A couple of friends decided to take the class as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from left to right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trisha, jillian, becca, and beccas friend. i can not remember her name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we decorated our frist cake this week. i made everyone take pictures of their finished products.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8ui2Svr4b4/TnY9vVBxPnI/AAAAAAAAUks/E_u3x3Y56sE/s1600/CIMG1222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X8ui2Svr4b4/TnY9vVBxPnI/AAAAAAAAUks/E_u3x3Y56sE/s400/CIMG1222.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this was trisha's. sadly it hit the floor as she was leaving class. it really was sad even though we were all laughing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFQGPb4uMng/TnY9xV7j8KI/AAAAAAAAUkw/RXHb9wxfZ7M/s1600/CIMG1223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFQGPb4uMng/TnY9xV7j8KI/AAAAAAAAUkw/RXHb9wxfZ7M/s400/CIMG1223.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jillian's pumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxg3L25IYNE/TnY9zAfD7II/AAAAAAAAUk0/514P60hEZOY/s1600/CIMG1224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxg3L25IYNE/TnY9zAfD7II/AAAAAAAAUk0/514P60hEZOY/s400/CIMG1224.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Becca's corn cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Usl2IhD-LYE/TnY90rTnvvI/AAAAAAAAUk4/kMCQYaHFfwE/s1600/CIMG1226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Usl2IhD-LYE/TnY90rTnvvI/AAAAAAAAUk4/kMCQYaHFfwE/s400/CIMG1226.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Becca's friends butterfly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcmXBwIRAwI/TnY92U4HA1I/AAAAAAAAUk8/deThDvBvamM/s1600/CIMG1228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dcmXBwIRAwI/TnY92U4HA1I/AAAAAAAAUk8/deThDvBvamM/s400/CIMG1228.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is mine. I need to work on my coloring of frosting but the design is not to bad for my first attempt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure there will be more pictures of cakes to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-3988135210161881919?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3988135210161881919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=3988135210161881919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3988135210161881919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/3988135210161881919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/cake-anyone.html' title='cake anyone?'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBlbNEiocXk/TnY9tUY2cbI/AAAAAAAAUko/fSJ1LxVIvao/s72-c/CIMG1221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-7986236963128730091</id><published>2011-09-15T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:08:08.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say the darndest things'/><title type='text'>The Pledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I picked Cullan up from school. Of course each day I ask him how his day went and what he learned or what was fun about his day. He said that today they had their first kid meeting. I was not sure what he was talking about at first. However after a little questioning I realized he was talking about an morning assembly they have each morning to say the pledge and go over other school news.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said that they said something called "The pledge". (Guess we have never gone over that, even though he used to say it every morning in mom school)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways. He was telling me all about the pledge. Then he says, "Mom, did you know we are all made of justice under God?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the way kids hear things sometimes. I thought it was so funny and cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-7986236963128730091?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7986236963128730091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=7986236963128730091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7986236963128730091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/7986236963128730091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/pledge.html' title='The Pledge'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-1168585725398189339</id><published>2011-09-13T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T00:01:09.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cullan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kae'/><title type='text'>sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today when I picked Cullan up from school, I asked him how his day went. He said that it went pretty well except that some kid threw away his napkin that I had drawn a picture on. He was not happy about that. Then he proceeded to tell me that while he was eating lunch, he started talking to the little boy next to him. I guess the little boy told Cullan that he really liked cookies. So Cullan decided to share one of his cookies from his lunch box with the little boy. After Cullan shares the story I hear this conversation from the back of the van.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kael: Cullan that was nice of you to share your cookie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cullan: Yeah, he just said he liked cookies, so I gave him one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kael: Did he say thank you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cullan: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(silence for a minute)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kael: Well that was RUDE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why but I got a case of the giggles from this. I was laughing the whole way home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-1168585725398189339?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1168585725398189339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=1168585725398189339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1168585725398189339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/1168585725398189339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/sharing.html' title='sharing'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-936925096636155042</id><published>2011-09-12T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:56:32.551-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Pre-K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImcVDQGZ8VE/Tm7hlwCAsJI/AAAAAAAAUkg/mRmHBp1BEx4/s1600/CIMG1213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImcVDQGZ8VE/Tm7hlwCAsJI/AAAAAAAAUkg/mRmHBp1BEx4/s400/CIMG1213.JPG" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All ready for his big day at Pre-K.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was a little worried that he might get shy and have a hard time with me leaving. Well forget that theory. He walked in the room, put his book bag up and said "Bye MOM!". That was it. My job was done. I was so happy that it went well though. His teacher was waiting with him when I picked him up and said that he had an awesome first day. She said he was her big helper when they were trying to come up with rules for the classroom and play ground. (for those of you that know Kael, that should come as no shock.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said that he made a friend name Jim and that he got to play on the playground and play with play dough. All in all a pretty successful day I would say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-936925096636155042?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/936925096636155042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=936925096636155042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/936925096636155042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/936925096636155042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/pre-k.html' title='Pre-K'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ImcVDQGZ8VE/Tm7hlwCAsJI/AAAAAAAAUkg/mRmHBp1BEx4/s72-c/CIMG1213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754947649266903673.post-5508570323728879565</id><published>2011-09-09T23:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:32:09.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='briea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wal-Mart Drama'/><title type='text'>"Sorry Mommy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uESxW6q-eoo/TmrqPTN2sBI/AAAAAAAAUkU/QELOf-eXrUc/s1600/stock-vector-mom-shopping-with-kids-76207597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="351" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uESxW6q-eoo/TmrqPTN2sBI/AAAAAAAAUkU/QELOf-eXrUc/s400/stock-vector-mom-shopping-with-kids-76207597.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't we all been here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shopping with one or multiple kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I usually, almost always have at least one if not two in the cart and two wandering around with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well today I only had three. Cullan was at school. Easier right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WRONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had almost&amp;nbsp;finished&amp;nbsp;our shopping and we are waiting for our van to get&amp;nbsp;finished&amp;nbsp;because we were having the oil changed. I remember that there is one more thing that I wanted to look at and it was over by the automotive section anyways. So we are heading over that way. In order to get there we have to pass through the crowded school supply area. Ayla is in to the top seat of the cart, Briea is in the bigger section &amp;nbsp;and Kael is walking. I tell him to stick right by me and we start heading that way. I have to admit that I was moving at a pretty good pace. I am not always a crowd person and I did not want to get stuck in this mess of people slowly checking out all the school stuff. So we make it about half way through the school section when all of a sudden I feel as if I have become one of those cartoon&amp;nbsp;characters&amp;nbsp;that can't seem to control their feet. I was all over the place. (Let me remind you I was moving at a good pace to get through the school section.) So all of a sudden, my feet have a mind of their own. I can feel eyes slowly turning and staring at me. I am clinging to the cart for dear life and&amp;nbsp;occasionally&amp;nbsp;grasping out for a shelf or something. It is like I have hit some kind of oil slick and I know it is only a matter of time before I am down for the count. Of course as all of this is happening, it feels as though I am moving in slow motion, and the one thing that I do remember clearly is that Briea's eyes were about silver dollar size as she watched me twist and flail, grasping on to the cart as I kept moving forward. My&amp;nbsp;excitement&amp;nbsp;started by pens and pencils and ended by notebooks. I felt as though I should almost turn around and take a bow due to the crowd that I had drawn with my wild movements. Instead, I make sure I have good footing and continue around the corner only to look down at Briea holding a bottle of lotion. She looks up at me and says "Sar-wee Mommy". She had sat in the buggy and started pumping lotion on to the floor. As I was walking, I had hit her lovely path and performed a number for the people in&amp;nbsp;Walmart&amp;nbsp;that they will not soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMXJdNBFPa8/TmrujNOdrzI/AAAAAAAAUkY/IVYfSC6Ho78/s1600/crazy_mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMXJdNBFPa8/TmrujNOdrzI/AAAAAAAAUkY/IVYfSC6Ho78/s200/crazy_mom.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Imagine me bowing at this point)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have survived yet another&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;moment!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754947649266903673-5508570323728879565?l=paranoidmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5508570323728879565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754947649266903673&amp;postID=5508570323728879565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5508570323728879565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754947649266903673/posts/default/5508570323728879565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidmommy.blogspot.com/2011/09/sorry-mommy.html' title='&quot;Sorry Mommy&quot;'/><author><name>meghan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769988333086140108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEagLAObDg/Teez8sm9g7I/AAAAAAAAUMw/L4vv_6nQpcc/s220/DSC_0048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uESxW6q-eoo/TmrqPTN2sBI/AAAAAAAAUkU/QELOf-eXrUc/s72-c/stock-
