<?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-2653159848898014587</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:11:06.470-08:00</updated><category term='katie'/><category term='midwife'/><category term='baby sleep'/><category term='pie'/><category term='swimming lessons'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='bags'/><category term='lineage'/><category term='cry'/><category term='bread recipe'/><category term='co-op'/><category term='family planning'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='birth'/><category term='pencil case'/><category term='school'/><category term='luck'/><category term='aisling'/><category term='coincidence'/><category term='hair clips'/><category term='cake recipe'/><category term='egg substitute'/><category term='geneology'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='high dive'/><category term='cinnamon rolls'/><category term='eclairs'/><category term='water'/><category term='picking berries'/><category term='baby'/><category term='dessert'/><category term='baking'/><category term='play'/><category term='family'/><category term='service group'/><category term='family history'/><category term='fun'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='driving'/><category term='park'/><category term='quilting'/><category term='child birth'/><category term='crayon roll'/><title type='text'>Messy House 101</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-2199048050858585047</id><published>2009-05-13T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:06:41.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, THREE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SguI89jW18I/AAAAAAAAAp0/9If5YzrB4yM/s1600-h/P1050643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SguI89jW18I/AAAAAAAAAp0/9If5YzrB4yM/s320/P1050643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335508764446873538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowan turned 3 this weekend. We were a little busy on her birthday so decided to celebrate on Sunday which also happened to be Mother's Day.  So on Mother's Day, the bishopric decided to do me and 2 other young moms with small children a real favor and have our husbands speak for sacrament meeting. This left 9 kids to be handled by 3 moms during the most treacherous hour of church. I begged a few people to sit by me because I knew I'd need all the help I could get. A super nice guy with 3 'older' daughters (8, 10 and 15) said they'd help me out. So his girls helped out a lot with the older girls. Lachlan and Rowan were very fussy and I gave Lachlan a cookie and he made the biggest mess ever. I was wearing a new skirt which just happened to be part silk and I did not want it to get all over me as well as everything else. I had to leave with Locke to go get cleaned up. When I came back, a wonderful friend of ours was holding Rowan in his arms. She eventually fell asleep. Another 5 minutes passed and he got up and carried her out whispering to me on the way that she had just peed all over him. So I passed off Locke and went out and cleaned her up while he went home and changed his clothes. His wife wasnt' there so he left his two daughters 5 &amp;amp; 7 there 'alone'. There were a bunch of unminded or half'minded children during that meeting. When I finally got back in &amp;amp; settled for the rest of the meeting there was about 10 minutes left and Abram was just finishing his talk. Afterward he asked if I'd heard any of his talk glorifying Mothers. I told him I didn't need to hear it, I'm living it!!&lt;br /&gt;I got to teach my class, which was actually fun for once because we combined with another class and my friend and I team-taught together. Then I got Lachlan back to wrestle with the last hour of church. Which was more amusing than usual because there were 2 little boys behind us. One of them kept bopping Locke on the head as kids that age do and eventually Lachlan turned around and just rammed him. They were in a head-lock and wrestling to the ground. I was trying not to laugh becase we were having a really good lesson. But it was so funny! Even funnier than not getting peed on during sacramant meeting. ( I wonder if the friendship is over)&lt;br /&gt;After church we got some stuff ready for our big BBQ potluck at the park. I made a big ice cream cake for Rowan (she kept saying she wanted ice cream chocolate or cheesecake) which was an adventure in itself. We had a great turn out at the 'party'. Everyone except my sister &amp;amp; her fam who were at a mother's day BBQ with her in-laws and my lil bro's wife &amp;amp; kids. So the guys had a great game of ultimate frisbee (until Abram pulled his hamstring again) and the kids ran around playing kid games and the adults sat around and talked.  Jake &amp;amp; Tay &amp;amp; vali came over &amp;amp; we watched The Bourne Identity which Jake had never seen ( I know, I think we broke the Sabbath like 5 times)&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day for seeing family and having Rowan's party, but a terrible mother's day. I told Abram I wanted a raincheck. :)&lt;br /&gt;Rowan has been just a delight. She is so adorable mostly because of her personality and the cute things she says in her own cute way. She loves to help me in the kitchen anytime I'm making anything, she gets right up there with me. Aside from peeing on our friend, she is very outgoing and good at charming people. Everyday she runs outside to race the school bus to the corner after Aisling gets on. That crabby old busdriver never lets her win. But she never gets discouraged and just tries harder the next day. She is really sweet and likes to 'soft' people and animals. (pet them) "Mom, I'm softing him". She definitely has a mischievous side and knows how to work it. But she keeps us laughing and that's a needed aspect in our home. We love our little snuggle bug, Row-Poe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-2199048050858585047?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/2199048050858585047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=2199048050858585047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2199048050858585047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2199048050858585047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-2-three.html' title='1, 2, THREE!'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SguI89jW18I/AAAAAAAAAp0/9If5YzrB4yM/s72-c/P1050643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-2814344139022995333</id><published>2009-05-01T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:38:59.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lachlan's Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfuV7F3wP6I/AAAAAAAAAps/YbOLHerIfBo/s1600-h/P1050619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfuV7F3wP6I/AAAAAAAAAps/YbOLHerIfBo/s320/P1050619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331019426343960482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfuVxFcemZI/AAAAAAAAApk/Yv0TE3nKsXk/s1600-h/P1050618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfuVxFcemZI/AAAAAAAAApk/Yv0TE3nKsXk/s320/P1050618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331019254430865810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfuViJdAruI/AAAAAAAAApc/Iq-tRyytRrg/s1600-h/P1050612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfuViJdAruI/AAAAAAAAApc/Iq-tRyytRrg/s320/P1050612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331018997808803554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfuVWfgPXfI/AAAAAAAAApU/YZXBvFyxDFE/s1600-h/P1050607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfuVWfgPXfI/AAAAAAAAApU/YZXBvFyxDFE/s320/P1050607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331018797569498610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 girls got 3 of these monkeys from the 'easter bunny' (thanks granny Margi) this year and Lachlan got an elephant. But locke is in LOVE with these monkeys. He carries at least one around with him all day, sleeps with 2 all night and rides in the car with one in his arms. He is about the same size as the darn things, and will work &amp;amp; work to drag two up the stairs at once and cry and cry when he can't get them up. It is so funny when you see what kids get attached to, and I think it is so cute that he has fallen for these super soft long-limbed monkeys. They make a strange sound when you squish their tummy ( almost like a toot) and make a smoooooooch!ing sound when you squeeze their hand. Too funny and endearing.&lt;br /&gt;What are your kids hooked on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-2814344139022995333?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/2814344139022995333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=2814344139022995333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2814344139022995333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2814344139022995333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/05/lachlans-girlfriend.html' title='Lachlan&apos;s Girlfriend'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfuV7F3wP6I/AAAAAAAAAps/YbOLHerIfBo/s72-c/P1050619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-7833029245786153620</id><published>2009-05-01T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:31:03.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfuUNhmZjZI/AAAAAAAAApM/nmXHkuNqdkY/s1600-h/P1050620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfuUNhmZjZI/AAAAAAAAApM/nmXHkuNqdkY/s320/P1050620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331017544001752466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to eat at Tucano's for my birthday in March (at tucano's birthday club you can get your 40$ meals for $10) and I had the MOST delicious 'lemonade' ever!! I am a huge fan of the new stuff you can find in the refrigerated aisle of your grocery store called Lime-Aid. It tastes a LOT like that, only even more heavenly. Abram found a &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Brazilian-Lemonade/Detail.aspx"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; today that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; close to Tucano's brazilian lemonade. There is a similar recipe which calls for coconut milk. I'm going to try that next time. These ingredients are going to be on my grocery staples so we can drink this all the time. So stop on over and I'll whip some up.&lt;br /&gt;He also is cooking a fabulous chicken dish right now. It's at the pre-wine stage and is SO good, I can't believe it. I am not a chicken fan. Try &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Quick-Chicken-And-Wine/Detail.aspx"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; out and Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-7833029245786153620?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/7833029245786153620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=7833029245786153620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7833029245786153620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7833029245786153620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/05/delicious.html' title='Delicious!!!'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfuUNhmZjZI/AAAAAAAAApM/nmXHkuNqdkY/s72-c/P1050620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-7316454499993553331</id><published>2009-05-01T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:12:14.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand-Me-Downs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/Sfs5hfrabUI/AAAAAAAAApE/kgNtUwnLT4g/s1600-h/P1050605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/Sfs5hfrabUI/AAAAAAAAApE/kgNtUwnLT4g/s320/P1050605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330917831525166402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clothe my children almost exclusively in hand-me-downs. First choice is hand-me-downs and after that we resort to second-hand clothes. What do you think? Do my kids look grubby? I LOVE Hand-Me-Downs! I have been so grateful that I have a sister and a sister-in-law who pass their adorable and too-expensive-for-me clothes on for my kids to use.&lt;br /&gt;just this month, I have been the beneficiary of hand-me-downs. Now, I've had a few hand-me-downs before, but they were usually of the variety of, I don't really like them, but it's better than nothing, for awhile until I finally pass them on or D.I. them. But this month I was given a bunch of name brand, stylish, super cute stuff, even shoes! Probably 2 large garbage bags of them. Seriously, if you read my blog, you've heard my lack of clothes woes. I got more clothes this month than I've gotten in at least the last 9 years that I've been married. No joke. Almost all of the clothes in that picture are brand new to me. That doesn't include the pants, skirts and shoes. I finally feel cute! It is so fun! I even got asked if I lost weight yesterday, (I've actually gained 5) cuz I look so good thanks to my closet-cleaning-out friends. THANKS a Million!!! I feel so lucky (and lookin' good) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-7316454499993553331?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/7316454499993553331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=7316454499993553331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7316454499993553331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7316454499993553331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/05/hand-me-downs.html' title='Hand-Me-Downs'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/Sfs5hfrabUI/AAAAAAAAApE/kgNtUwnLT4g/s72-c/P1050605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-4373487461926977015</id><published>2009-05-01T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:40:58.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Spring yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/Sfszytp7TaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/taoijKi81P0/s1600-h/P1050579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/Sfszytp7TaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/taoijKi81P0/s320/P1050579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330911530265038242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/Sfszo3higAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-yFGm6--fHw/s1600-h/P1050595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/Sfszo3higAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-yFGm6--fHw/s320/P1050595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330911361115521026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfszYX2lN6I/AAAAAAAAAos/Fbzfo1eUsLM/s1600-h/P1050582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfszYX2lN6I/AAAAAAAAAos/Fbzfo1eUsLM/s320/P1050582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330911077735937954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfszET1PFrI/AAAAAAAAAok/-uBfFy1H-FU/s1600-h/P1050578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfszET1PFrI/AAAAAAAAAok/-uBfFy1H-FU/s320/P1050578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330910733059167922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/Sfsy4t_8GWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/RoW-KULIT74/s1600-h/P1050590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/Sfsy4t_8GWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/RoW-KULIT74/s320/P1050590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330910533924952418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfsysXNhDCI/AAAAAAAAAoU/DdFr8SyvXXE/s1600-h/P1050596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfsysXNhDCI/AAAAAAAAAoU/DdFr8SyvXXE/s320/P1050596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330910321649454114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been very frustrating here. It seems like it has been an especially cold spring ( in the 50s and 60s) oh, except those 2 or 3 days it was in the 80s. Then back to shivery cold. What I would give to have a month of 70 degree weather. Is it too much to ask? How about just a week of it? A day? I'm not trying to complain, really. I love the spring time flowers and blossoming trees. But it really has been too cold to enjoy it. (Or too hot) :)&lt;br /&gt;I have been attacking the weeds and finally got rid of my abhorrent barberry bushes and a worthless mugo pine in my front bed. It looks so open and lovely. What kind of yard work are you doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-4373487461926977015?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/4373487461926977015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=4373487461926977015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4373487461926977015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4373487461926977015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-spring-yet.html' title='Is It Spring yet?'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/Sfszytp7TaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/taoijKi81P0/s72-c/P1050579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-6839928712397072905</id><published>2009-05-01T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:30:04.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfsxdtTOEwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ee8yLv2GZcU/s1600-h/P1050571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfsxdtTOEwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ee8yLv2GZcU/s320/P1050571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330908970369291010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfsxRT-mOEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/D6N8NMl7aNg/s1600-h/P1050570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfsxRT-mOEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/D6N8NMl7aNg/s320/P1050570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330908757413476418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfsxHRG8XII/AAAAAAAAAn8/XP7kqMcnFWU/s1600-h/P1050565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfsxHRG8XII/AAAAAAAAAn8/XP7kqMcnFWU/s320/P1050565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330908584844483714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been so long since I've written anything good. I almost forgot how to upload pictures because I haven't done it for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I pre-cooked some rice for dinner later and was upstairs working out, waiting for Abram to get home. When I came down, I found the girls had gotten the rice onto the table, dumped a bunch of soy sauce in it and had helped themselves to it and put Lachlan up to eat some too. They had all finished and were off playing, so I found this sight when I came down. I especially love the rice in the nose. How Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-6839928712397072905?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/6839928712397072905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=6839928712397072905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6839928712397072905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6839928712397072905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/05/rice-face.html' title='Rice Face'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SfsxdtTOEwI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ee8yLv2GZcU/s72-c/P1050571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-7160913016629713000</id><published>2009-04-13T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:06:04.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nourish the Children</title><content type='html'>NuSkin has  now delivered over 150 million meals of nutrient-rich food to third world countries. "It is 5% of what we do, but 95% of who we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.nourishthechildren.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_bodytext"&gt;Nourish the Children was founded in June 2002 by Nu Skin with a mission of saving malnourished children around the world.&lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;span class="EC_stylentc"&gt;IN JUST OVER 5 YEARS NTC SURPASSED 100 MILLION MEALS DONATED. NOW HAVING TOPPED 150 MILLION MEALS, WE ARE WELL ON OUR WAY TO EXCEEDING THE NEXT 100 MILLION IN JUST 3 YEARS.&lt;/span&gt;                                 &lt;p class="EC_bodytext"&gt;Nourish the Children is an innovative partnership between a company and charities that was awarded the American Business Award for Best Corporate Social Responsibility Program in 2007. The food given through Nourish the Children is VitaMeal® which was formulated specifically for malnourished children with 25 vitamins and minerals.&lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;p class="EC_bodytext"&gt;VitaMeal is produced in Malawi where the food plant can provide income for hundreds of workers and farmers and in China so that the food can reach children in China, Indonesia, Philippines, Thailand, etc.&lt;/p&gt;                                 It is so easy to participate. Just go to &lt;a href="http://divot.nuskin.com/t/11042898/34997110/56/0/?u=aHR0cDovL3d3dy5ub3VyaXNodGhlY2hpbGRyZW4uY29tLw%3d%3d&amp;amp;x=7773d453" target="_blank"&gt;www.nourishthechildren.com&lt;/a&gt; to purchase and                 donate VitaMeal. Nu Skin participates with matching donations. Join us today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-7160913016629713000?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/7160913016629713000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=7160913016629713000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7160913016629713000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7160913016629713000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/04/nourish-children.html' title='Nourish the Children'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-3374579957529008613</id><published>2009-04-08T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:39:49.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too keep you Busy</title><content type='html'>I've been busy getting ready for a yard sale. I haven't anything exciting or funny or charming to say, so here are two cute projects to inspire you. One is a &lt;a href="http://www.modabakeshop.com/2009/02/braided-rag-rug.html"&gt;braided rag rug&lt;/a&gt; and one is a &lt;a href="http://adayinthelifeofthechristensons.blogspot.com/2008/12/tutorial-bandanna-skirt.html"&gt;bandanna skirt. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-3374579957529008613?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/3374579957529008613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=3374579957529008613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3374579957529008613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3374579957529008613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-keep-you-busy.html' title='Too keep you Busy'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-357906999406370513</id><published>2009-04-03T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:03:49.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Nintendo Making Your Kids Stupid?</title><content type='html'>Love Note To Grandma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wii miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Aisling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-357906999406370513?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/357906999406370513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=357906999406370513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/357906999406370513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/357906999406370513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-nintendo-making-your-kids-stupid.html' title='Is Nintendo Making Your Kids Stupid?'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-3273577795537654940</id><published>2009-04-01T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:46:30.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation of Absence</title><content type='html'>Hello world! (I'm flattering myself here)&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy and preoccupied with my new 'business' venture, so I apologize for being a non-presence, oh- and my kids have been sick again. I'm starting to sound like those 'weird' people whose kids are always sick with something. ;)&lt;br /&gt;So I was refraining from telling all ya'all about what I've been doing because I've been afraid of what you might think of me. But seriously, if you read my blog, I shouldn't worry about that, right? I'm sure I've given you a lot of reasons to think ill of me up til now.&lt;br /&gt;I joined a company called NuSkin. It is a direct-sales company that has been around for 25 years.  They are currently in 49 countries and growing. They are publicly traded on the NYSE and this year have been recommended by Forbes magazine as  one of their top 10 picks for stocks to buy. They also have a 51A credit rating by Dunn &amp;amp; Bradstreet which less than 1% of all companies in the world receive. The exciting thing that is happening right now is that this company makes a new millionaire every 5 days. There are a lot more wonderful things to say about the company. The research I did into the company gave me the assurance that this isnt' one of those MLM things that's going to support the top people and make them rich and then eventually collapse.  Most direct-sales companies have an average of 7% customer base for their sales volume, the other 93% being distributors. NuSkin has a 65% customer base and 35% distributor sales volume.  That reassures me that this is not a house of cards. There are people who live right here in my valley that have replaced a better than average income in less than 4 months.  So I know it's not only for the rich people in California. ;)&lt;br /&gt;There are a few reasons this business is going like wildfire right now.&lt;br /&gt;The products they sell are exclusive and they have several scientific and technological breakthroughs that are literally changing our world. You've all heard of the anti-aging market, but up to now that has been a bit of a misnomer. Nothing has actually stopped the aging process. Until now. And our company has the global patents on these products. It is SO exciting!!  They have actually identified the 8 sources of aging in our bodies and have started coming out with products that go straight to the source of aging and STOP it! Wahoo!!! This is wonderful news for everyone! Can you see I am excited? They said they've only tapped into 5% of that potential so far. Can you imagine not having to look old, and also keeping your cells, organs, and joints young too? It is a miracle that will change the world.&lt;br /&gt;Another hot item right now is the galvanic spa. It actually erases lines &amp;amp; wrinkles and gives you a face lift in just 10 minutes. No needles, knives or pain and only $7 a treatment that you can do in your own home. I've done it on people as young as 20 and saw a difference in their faces.  It also works to thicken and restore thinning hair and believe it or not, gets rid of flabby, saggy, cellulite skin. I know it sounds unbelievable, but I've seen it with my own eyes!&lt;br /&gt;If any of you want to know more, let me know. I'll be glad to give anyone a demo. The baby-boomers are going crazy over these innovations, and they are the largest market in the world, possibly the history of the world. The timing couldn't be better. Especially with the economy. A lot of people need to replace their incomes and are actually surpassing them. Can you imagine being able to dream again?&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy this is a business that actually delivers and is not one full of empty promises. The people are all a big team and everyone  is helping each other. It is a wonderful organization, whose focus is integrity and service. The president of the company is willing to take time for the lowliest of newcomers.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a website people like to check out.&lt;br /&gt;www.nsevideos.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a very wonderful week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-3273577795537654940?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/3273577795537654940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=3273577795537654940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3273577795537654940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3273577795537654940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/04/explanation-of-absence.html' title='Explanation of Absence'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-2163400399088303995</id><published>2009-03-16T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:49:04.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a New Post!</title><content type='html'>For my neglected readers, I posted an old &lt;a href="http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/argument-for-breast-augmentation.html"&gt;draft &lt;/a&gt;I had been working on, however it posted back in February when I actually wrote the draft. I haven't been able to figure this one out yet... guess I'll have to try scheduling a post. Maybe that will put it in the right place. Try the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-2163400399088303995?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/2163400399088303995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=2163400399088303995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2163400399088303995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2163400399088303995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-new-post.html' title='Finally a New Post!'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-6999916683717545901</id><published>2009-03-11T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:07:16.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SbgK2ZCgaPI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MApDAVMTH_w/s1600-h/P1050536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SbgK2ZCgaPI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MApDAVMTH_w/s320/P1050536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312007690034112754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SbgKshyjWeI/AAAAAAAAAns/o_q7HoGn1Ck/s1600-h/P1050540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SbgKshyjWeI/AAAAAAAAAns/o_q7HoGn1Ck/s320/P1050540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312007520584423906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SbgKh7ykoNI/AAAAAAAAAnk/VoPrquQnPyM/s1600-h/P1050533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SbgKh7ykoNI/AAAAAAAAAnk/VoPrquQnPyM/s320/P1050533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312007338585268434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my kids have been doing since Sunday. The 3 little ones had very high fevers and moped about all day. They hardly ate anything and slept a lot and laid around a lot. That night the cough set in. They had milder fevers the next day and were up more. That night Aisling caught the high fever and has it still. Poor thing is the 'Star Student' this week at school and is missing out on all of it. I've gone through 3 bottles of fever reducer. There is a lot of coughing and sneezing going on and Lachlan has been very fussy. I haven't been able to get anything done. Thus, the lack of blogging this week. Hope things are going better at your house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-6999916683717545901?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/6999916683717545901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=6999916683717545901&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6999916683717545901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6999916683717545901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-household.html' title='Not Again'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SbgK2ZCgaPI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MApDAVMTH_w/s72-c/P1050536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-8017146508961696036</id><published>2009-03-07T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:54:54.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SbKYHT2V_OI/AAAAAAAAAnc/SUSSWEPYEfA/s1600-h/P1050529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SbKYHT2V_OI/AAAAAAAAAnc/SUSSWEPYEfA/s400/P1050529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310474161977949410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dear friend Monica dropped by bright and early to make sure my day started out right. She brought a SWEET message for me today.  My kids have already picked out the letters they want to eat. Aisling thinks she should get all the A's. Rowan wants the 'baby' R.  Naturally Brenna wants the B. Which one do you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-8017146508961696036?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/8017146508961696036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=8017146508961696036&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8017146508961696036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8017146508961696036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/03/31.html' title='31'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SbKYHT2V_OI/AAAAAAAAAnc/SUSSWEPYEfA/s72-c/P1050529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-8002574600016358518</id><published>2009-03-04T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:20:56.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tithes and Offerings</title><content type='html'>So every month I pay my tithing without a thought. It is just a habit, like brushing your teeth. I know some people have a hard time with it, but it's not one of my struggles. However, when it comes to paying fast offerings, I never know how much to pay. I've heard the guidelines "two meals' worth" but that would hardly be anything at our house, even if we ate out, cuz we never spend more than $25 when we eat out. I've also heard the adage, "if it doesn't pinch, it's not a true offering". I know you will be blessed for any offering you make, but is there anyone who can give me some guidelines to have a better idea of what to pay? I want to be generous, but I also am confused about what you should pay when you can't pay your own bills? Doe anyone have any suggestions? I keep thinking of the widow's mite, she gave all she had, but do you 'rob Peter to pay Paul'? Aren't I obligated to pay my bills before I can make an offering? You can reply anonymously if you desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-8002574600016358518?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/8002574600016358518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=8002574600016358518&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8002574600016358518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8002574600016358518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/03/tithes-and-offerings.html' title='Tithes and Offerings'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-1107770018555973744</id><published>2009-03-02T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:43:52.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaxE72JSXVI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_KV3Xuwx-sI/s1600-h/P1050496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaxE72JSXVI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_KV3Xuwx-sI/s320/P1050496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308693855700409682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No make-up&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't get any good pictures, but for those of you who've been asking, here are some pics of the highlights my sister did for me. I paid $1.99 for the kit and she did the magic. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaxDkuhgEbI/AAAAAAAAAm0/SCNlbWuk1FI/s1600-h/P1050506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaxDkuhgEbI/AAAAAAAAAm0/SCNlbWuk1FI/s320/P1050506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308692359005868466" border="0" /&gt;Make-up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even spent about an hour curling it for me. So I forgive her for not getting the roots.&lt;br /&gt;These pictures showed me how fat my face looks. I'm not even pregnant. What's the deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-1107770018555973744?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/1107770018555973744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=1107770018555973744&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1107770018555973744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1107770018555973744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/03/highlights.html' title='Highlights'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaxE72JSXVI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_KV3Xuwx-sI/s72-c/P1050496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-5265644271984203955</id><published>2009-03-02T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:33:14.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaxAhRlMEBI/AAAAAAAAAmc/3hy64miZyno/s1600-h/P1050520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaxAhRlMEBI/AAAAAAAAAmc/3hy64miZyno/s320/P1050520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308689001162215442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad there are sweat shops in Indonesia, Vietnam, Guatemala and other third world countries so my daughter can have an adorable shirt with sequins and bead work. I am so glad there are places that employ women and children to do tedious needle work that I would never be willing to do so I can pick up these cute clothes for $3 second hand.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaxAr6mZuDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Y9abzAosZNU/s1600-h/P1050522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaxAr6mZuDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Y9abzAosZNU/s320/P1050522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308689183971850290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we're on the topic of children's clothing, here are a few more things I love. I adore the clothes bejeweled and sparkly that tell my daughter and the world she is a PRINCESS and not only needs to be treated like one, but should act like one too.  I also can hardly wait for my son to be able to wear clothes that proclaim, "Bet you're glad I'm not your kid" or WILD THING or some other adorable anecdote that gives kids the excuse to act like hellions.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaxAUXEAUpI/AAAAAAAAAmU/jZo8Kenwnls/s1600-h/P1050523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaxAUXEAUpI/AAAAAAAAAmU/jZo8Kenwnls/s320/P1050523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308688779295347346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I love is how these wonderful companies actually let me pay them to have my child give them free advertising. That's why we always make sure to wear our favorite characters on anything we can get. Spongebob, Hannah Montana, Disney anything, please let me give you money so my children can not only be a clone, but be a free advertiser for you!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://webshop.innospot.com/shop_ordered/9116/shop_pic/CGN-0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://webshop.innospot.com/shop_ordered/9116/shop_pic/CGN-0557.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you love about your kids' clothes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-5265644271984203955?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/5265644271984203955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=5265644271984203955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5265644271984203955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5265644271984203955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-clothes.html' title='Kid&apos;s Clothes'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaxAhRlMEBI/AAAAAAAAAmc/3hy64miZyno/s72-c/P1050520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-5255419585942372972</id><published>2009-02-26T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:48:03.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Crafty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SacocQHPCeI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4j2hwVadzmc/s1600-h/P1050486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SacocQHPCeI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4j2hwVadzmc/s320/P1050486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307255151706180066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did a project I've been wanting to do for months.  Like usual, I did it halfway, because I didn't have the colors I would have liked, but this is what I had on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SacooGAYExI/AAAAAAAAAmE/NtpqvKp5ikk/s1600-h/P1050488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SacooGAYExI/AAAAAAAAAmE/NtpqvKp5ikk/s320/P1050488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307255355151487762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a picture Brenna drew on a fisher-price magnadoodle, made a copy of it in the printer/copier and put it inside the shirt. Then I held it up to a window and traced it the best I could. Then I 'embroidered' the design onto the shirt. It's not as sloppy as I would have liked, but it was difficult to trace it properly and also I'm REALLY bad at embroidery. The kids like it, in fact Aisling and Rowan have been drawing all afternoon and giving me designs to sew onto shirts for them. Aisling's are of course very detailed and involved and Rowan has broken down into screaming fits several times because she can't draw a snail! Too cute! (except the fit part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/Sacoxhp2TQI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XczHx-Y96g0/s1600-h/P1050487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/Sacoxhp2TQI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XczHx-Y96g0/s320/P1050487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307255517192015106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-5255419585942372972?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/5255419585942372972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=5255419585942372972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5255419585942372972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5255419585942372972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-crafty.html' title='Feeling Crafty'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SacocQHPCeI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4j2hwVadzmc/s72-c/P1050486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-500475121094909746</id><published>2009-02-24T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:48:03.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Tics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaROn-qvCdI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lCKt5R3ojRA/s1600-h/_DSC0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaROn-qvCdI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lCKt5R3ojRA/s320/_DSC0406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306452709693393362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jessica's daughter just started breaking her hair off. My Brenna started twisting her hair into such tight knots that it would rip out when she was about 20 months. She still twists it, but if I keep it short enough she can't get it wrapped around her finger tight enough to pull it out. She seems to do this as a comfort thing or possibly a bored thing. It is usually if she is tired, watching a movie, or zoning out while riding in the car or something. All of my kids have had a thing for hair, including Lachlan. It seems to me that most kids do. But most kids do not pull or break out their own hair.&lt;br /&gt;Rowan is addicted to the binky. ( We're going to be cutting that up on her birthday in May)&lt;br /&gt;Since Aisling started kindergarten she has started a new habit. She constantly blows her air out. Just this quiet little "hwew". Just like blowing out a candle. It drives me crazy! She said it is because she doesn't want air in her mouth. ?? Have any of your kids had weird tics that bother you? What did you do about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-500475121094909746?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/500475121094909746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=500475121094909746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/500475121094909746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/500475121094909746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/kids-tics.html' title='Kid&apos;s Tics'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SaROn-qvCdI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lCKt5R3ojRA/s72-c/_DSC0406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-5558257287243084396</id><published>2009-02-24T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:45:30.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Argument for Breast Augmentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.pitch.com/plog/boobjob-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://blogs.pitch.com/plog/boobjob-thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been sitting in my drafts for about a month, waiting for me to fix it up ready for posting, but I never have and since we are all still sick, and my brain is fried, I am giving you a poor sympathy post for your entertainment.  Enjoy! ( I didn't think a picture would be appropriate for this one, although on second thought, it would be amusing!)&lt;br /&gt;Of all the people I've talked to about this, it seems there are quite a few that are still undecided. I have been asking people their opinions about 'boob jobs'. I came to the conclusion last night after years of thought and decided I am in favor of 'boob jobs'. And I feel I can rightly justify my position. In my mind, I had felt it would be ok, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt;, if someone got decent sized breast implants, but it was immoral for someone to get huge ones. Have you ever had thoughts like that? There is the argument about going against nature, not being grateful for what God has given you, etc. But seriously, people get corrective surgery all the time. What about braces, LASIK, appendectomy, caesarians, acne treatment etc. What about the poor gal who has been over-abundantly 'blessed' with huge bosoms, should she not be allowed to get a breast reduction? So any of you who might have been feeling the need for a refill, I wholeheartedly support you. Just make sure you email me and tell me the Dr. and the fees. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to respond to this Anonymously if you choose! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-5558257287243084396?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/5558257287243084396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=5558257287243084396&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5558257287243084396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5558257287243084396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/argument-for-breast-augmentation.html' title='An Argument for Breast Augmentation'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-1220364971786463506</id><published>2009-02-23T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:19:47.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride &amp; Vanity</title><content type='html'>This afternoon Aisling went out to catch the bus for kindergarten. She was wearing a thin, poufy skirt and I asked her if she was warm enough. She said yes at first, but then as the wind continued to blow around her bare legs, she decided she was cold. I ran upstairs and grabbed a pair of pants and ran back down as fast as I could, but as I reached the door I could see the bus had arrived. I am very ashamed to say I did not run out to give my daughter some pants so she wouldn't freeze at recess. The reason is since I was doing laundry and cleaning this morning, I had decided not to get dressed 'til I could take a shower this afternoon. Normally I would jut be wearing stretch pants and a hoodie, but my sister-in-law gave me a pair of pajamas last night. These are bright blue pjs with bright yellow rubber duckies all over them. I was just TOO embarrassed for the bus driver to see me run out in these ridiculous pajamas so I stayed inside, behind the door and waited for the bus to leave. I felt so bad for my poor little girl, out in that bitter wind with nothing on her legs. I tried consoling myself with the self-righteous thoughts of, "I TOLD her to wear pants today, I TOLD her it was too cold to wear a skirt. I guess she'll learn her lesson." But the truth is I feel more bad towards myself for being too prideful to run out and giver her the pants. It was a revelation of my true nature. I, who so often have judged others too ashamed to go out without their make-up on, refused to be seen by some old guy bus driver with my greasy hair and rubber ducky jammies. Why should I care about his opinion over the comfort of my daughter? I am so ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/crazyforbargains_2038_83336189"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/crazyforbargains_2038_83336189" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Mine are about 20x brighter than these!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you let your vanity get the better of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-1220364971786463506?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/1220364971786463506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=1220364971786463506&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1220364971786463506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1220364971786463506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/pride-vanity.html' title='Pride &amp; Vanity'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-8755048441266231875</id><published>2009-02-23T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:43:29.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What a feeling</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning Abram &amp;amp; I decided we were simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too tired&lt;/span&gt; to get up and feed the kids. I gave Aisling permission to get cereal for herself &amp;amp; her siblings. Oops! When we came downstairs 30 minutes later, half of the bag of cereal looked like it had been poured into a balloon, released into the air only to hit the ceiling fan and explode all over the kitchen/dining room. the girls spent the next 20 minutes cleaning up the mess and Lachlan followed them around eating cereal out of their swept up piles. ( Don't worry, I had swept the floor the night before) Of course being children of a young and inexperienced age, after they were done cleaning, there was still quite a mess to clean up. We had to spend the rest of the morning getting ready for church and were busy when we got home and then were gone for the evening. I fed the kids birthday cake from the party last night for breakfast and then spent 30 minutes cleaning up the mess from yesterday and the chocolate crumbs from this morning. I think I had about 3 dustpans full of cereal and stuff ( I wiped all the table and counter crumbs onto the floor) minus the stuff Lachlan sneaked out while I was busy in another area. I can't figure out why he won't eat fresh food off his tray but seems to find his spilled food, especially a day later, irresistable. Anyway, it was an overwhelming feeling to have such a pig sty turn in to such a glorious clean room. The place I wanted to set fire to this morning is now a lovely, relaxing place. If only a little 409 could get the kids to stop fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever allowed something foolish and had to suffer the consequences?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-8755048441266231875?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/8755048441266231875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=8755048441266231875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8755048441266231875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8755048441266231875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-what-feeling.html' title='Oh What a feeling'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-4033321510959607364</id><published>2009-02-20T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:48:43.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.J.  - 2/19/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8kmJrSS4I/AAAAAAAAAk4/a8Slz-XuC-E/s1600-h/L1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8kmJrSS4I/AAAAAAAAAk4/a8Slz-XuC-E/s320/L1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304999123916835714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8kPc3-nAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LJMUMTapayw/s1600-h/L3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8kPc3-nAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LJMUMTapayw/s320/L3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304998733933353986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8kEXqhniI/AAAAAAAAAko/0Cjx-EgALow/s1600-h/L2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8kEXqhniI/AAAAAAAAAko/0Cjx-EgALow/s320/L2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304998543556189730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/abram/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8hP_teMNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Gd1T6kV2TC8/s1600-h/lachanddada1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8hP_teMNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Gd1T6kV2TC8/s320/lachanddada1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304995444749643986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8hIQHSskI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/3yXt7Hh9aag/s1600-h/lach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8hIQHSskI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/3yXt7Hh9aag/s320/lach1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304995311713956418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8g7JjfxKI/AAAAAAAAAkI/JXt4ZLqNDQc/s1600-h/P1040455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8g7JjfxKI/AAAAAAAAAkI/JXt4ZLqNDQc/s320/P1040455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304995086614906018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8gtc-a3dI/AAAAAAAAAkA/p0V6OavCWnw/s1600-h/boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8gtc-a3dI/AAAAAAAAAkA/p0V6OavCWnw/s320/boy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304994851309936082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8giQzoezI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Bcfiiacb3gI/s1600-h/mommy+%26+lac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8giQzoezI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Bcfiiacb3gI/s320/mommy+%26+lac.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304994659064904498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our darling little boy had his very first Birthday. We are so happy to have such a sweet guy as part of our family. He is a favorite amongst the girls and definitely has his daddy charmed. He has the funniest laugh; whenever anyone hears it, they laugh too. He still likes to share and hug you when you're sad. He loves to imitate his sisters, especially when they're throwing fits. I love it when one of them is rolling around on the ground bawling, he'll lay down right next to her and roll around and make funny faces. It alway busts the girls up and the fit ends as abruptly as it began. He likes to hum himself to sleep at night with one hand on his fuzzy head. He is very friendly and seems to really like any men who come to our home. He'll climb right up into their arms and sit quite contentedly. Cars are probably his favorite toy. He loves to dance and sway and gets his head moving to the beat anytime music is playing. He is so easy going and pleasant, he still likes to snuggle and cuddle and get kisses. Of course he likes to explore and pull things out of the cupboards and pantry and demolish any piles of folded laundry he finds. He likes animals and kids. I like it how he sits on his knees while he is playing. He is a happy, loving, adorable, bald guy with blue eyes. We love him! Happy Birthday, Lockey-Locke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-4033321510959607364?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/4033321510959607364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=4033321510959607364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4033321510959607364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4033321510959607364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/lj-21908.html' title='L.J.  - 2/19/08'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZ8kmJrSS4I/AAAAAAAAAk4/a8Slz-XuC-E/s72-c/L1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-2790230601884407408</id><published>2009-02-18T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:37:54.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZzhkYYAwcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/3wTvCdsWKvQ/s1600-h/bridge3preop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZzhkYYAwcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/3wTvCdsWKvQ/s400/bridge3preop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304362476270305730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can count the number of times I've gone to bed without brushing my teeth on one hand. It is just something you do regardless of how tired or sick you are, like breathing. (that doesn't include nights that I didn't go to sleep or when I was a child under my parent's supervision. Yes, it is true, my parents forgot to teach me to brush my teeth. Thus at my first dentist appointment I was astonished to learn about the strange habit and about these little things officially known as caries, but called cavities AND to discover I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;! Thankfully they were all baby teeth and I learned at an early age to take care of my oral hygiene myself. As a parent to 4 children, and having been the #4 child, I can see how they could've forgotten to teach me that important info, as each child after #1 learns their animal sounds, letters and how to spell their names later and later. Or they probably assumed the older siblings would show me the way, or rightfully given up the fight and decided baby teeth didn't need to be protected from cavities anyway because they're going to be sold to the tooth fairy eventually.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably a strange anomoly because after the initial visits and fillings took place, I actually enjoyed going to the dentist. I took pride in never having another cavity and thought getting your teeth cleaned was like a massage for your teeth. Who can pass up those wonderful prizes in the treasure chest when your visit is through? And isn't the smell of the gunk they rub on your teeth heavenly? Oh how I miss those days of Dental Insurance. As it is, I haven't been to a dentist since 1998. I still never miss a night of brushing and am fairly consistent at flossing. I am proportionately bad at brushing in the morning. I almost never do unless I have somewhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;Since my husband works in the dental industry, one might think I would have my semi-annual check-ups like clockwork. It is true that we could do trade work with probably any dentist in town. But there is just something keeping me from enjoying my old 'day at the spa'. I can't quite put my finger on.... do you think after 11 years I'm still caries free?  It shouldn't matter anyway. I could just have Abram make me new teeth if the old ones rot out of my head. My parents were right all along.&lt;br /&gt;What keeps you doing good habits or from doing things you know you should?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-2790230601884407408?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/2790230601884407408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=2790230601884407408&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2790230601884407408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2790230601884407408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/habit.html' title='Habit'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SZzhkYYAwcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/3wTvCdsWKvQ/s72-c/bridge3preop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-5244288861141173258</id><published>2009-02-16T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:37:30.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/382815525_6345682b5d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/382815525_6345682b5d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminiscing on the days before I was born when women really knew how to look good. Remember those old films where after the lady has seduced the man, she says, "I think I'll go slip into something more comfortable." As a child I didn't understand the implications of that statement. It didn't make sense to me at all. Why couldn't she kiss him in her regular clothes? Now I understand. It was simply that she couldn't proceed to any foul play with all those funky undergarments they used to wear. What she was really saying was, 'Let me go slip into something more accessible."  I know my capable and talented husband has been known to have trouble with a simple bra hook. I can't imagine what it would be like to let a man loose on all the girdles, bustierres, garters, padded underbritches and missile-shaped braziers etc. etc. they used to wear. I'm sure you've all seen the strange apparati of older generation women. It would be like the Iron Maiden or Chastity Belt of yore.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm 30, I'm beginning to hang out (or just hang) in places I never did before. :) I would appreciate clothing that can hold in all the bulging spots, lift all the drooping spots and enhance all the lacking spots; that is a miracle in engineering. So truly those older women were mistaken. If I were lucky enough to own undergarments like that, I would feel pretty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;comfortable taking them off, if for no other reason than now the poor fellow is going to see how I've misled him.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a corset I can borrow?&lt;br /&gt;Apology to the Ladies in the photo, but seriously, if you're going to pose for a picture, you should know that people are going to look at it.&lt;a href="http://www.aerojockey.com/fark/girdle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-5244288861141173258?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/5244288861141173258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=5244288861141173258&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5244288861141173258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5244288861141173258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/underwear.html' title='Underwear'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-8039193564486209514</id><published>2009-02-13T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:39:47.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gadgetshop.com/media/gadgetshop/products/ProductGalleryImage2/240242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 700px; height: 525px;" src="http://www.gadgetshop.com/media/gadgetshop/products/ProductGalleryImage2/240242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person who has never liked Valentine's day. Ok, that is probably not true. As a child, I'm sure I liked it. When I became aware, I began to dislike it. I think Valentine's day is a terrible way of making a person (usually a guy) feel guilty about doing something to show love to his girl.  All the ads I hear on the radio are directed at men, and usually with some phrase like, 'don't forget' or 'there are just 2 days left!' Why do we need a day designated to spend money on your loved one? Is it just a capitalistic scheme? A day set aside for guys to remember to tell their wives they actually DO love them, here are the nasty chocolates and horrible red roses to prove it?&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the reasons Abram married me, is because when we were dating I told him how I felt about V-Day. I told him I think people should just tell eachother whenever they want to, not feel pressured into a scheduled performance that will be compared to what everyone else got from their spouse. I am probably lucky because Abram is a romantic guy. He actually buys me those sappy Hallmark cards and even writes messages inside them. He's even written poetry for me. But I feel happy to know he does it when he wants to, not when he is supposed to. That way it assures me these are his genuine feelings and he's doing it because he wants to tell me, not because he wants to be sure he won't disappoint me and end up sleeping on the couch for a week. (Don't worry, he's never had to sleep on the couch) Doesn't Valentine's Day just make any show of affection a dime a dozen?&lt;br /&gt;I did make him a quilt for president's day though.&lt;br /&gt;What are your feelings about Valentine's Day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-8039193564486209514?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/8039193564486209514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=8039193564486209514&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8039193564486209514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8039193564486209514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-2422819036001423103</id><published>2009-02-11T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:07:59.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visitor</title><content type='html'>You know what they say; guests and fish stink after three days. I am definitely tired of our visitor. First of all, he showed up uninvited. He is keeping us up all night. He won't even lay off when the kids are trying to nap. He's so rude we've lost our appetites. He's the type of guy you can't show up in public with, so we've been confined to our house all week. We are very tired of our visitor. He's even given Lachlan a fever for two days straight. Doe anyone know how to get rid of this jerk? We have probably been too accommodating. We let our guard down.  We practically invited him in.&lt;br /&gt;But enough is enough. I'm putting my foot down! Does anyone have any Zicam?&lt;br /&gt;Hope you &amp;amp; yours are healthy &amp;amp; well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eslkidstuff.com/images/cough.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.eslkidstuff.com/images/cough.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-2422819036001423103?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/2422819036001423103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=2422819036001423103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2422819036001423103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2422819036001423103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/visitor.html' title='The Visitor'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-6946214046536215772</id><published>2009-02-09T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:54:43.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>parlez vous?</title><content type='html'>Somehow my blogger account is stuck in Portugese. ( couldn't be those magic little fingers belonging to my 2 year old) Does anyone know how to fix this? Unfortunately I don't read portugese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-6946214046536215772?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/6946214046536215772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=6946214046536215772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6946214046536215772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6946214046536215772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/parlez-vous.html' title='parlez vous?'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-4269640217179906831</id><published>2009-02-09T10:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:42:19.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.webresourcesdepot.com/wp-content/uploads/image/photoshop-heart-brushes-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://www.webresourcesdepot.com/wp-content/uploads/image/photoshop-heart-brushes-21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently on Facebook I posed a question to my friends. I wondered what was something they got to do everyday that they LOVED. I felt pretty sad that when I considered my everyday day, I was honestly most happy about being able to go to bed each night. Since then I have been pondering on that and I have been paying attention to the little details about my day that I truly do love.&lt;br /&gt;1. Snuggling with my baby. He still likes to snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching Rowan go out everyday to wave to the school bus and yell "goodbye!" to Aisling.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hearing Brenna say, "Mom? I love you."&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting a kiss from Abram when he gets home from work.&lt;br /&gt;5. Watching my kids play together.&lt;br /&gt;6. Being surprised by their Random Acts of Kindness.&lt;br /&gt;7. Seeing their cute little bodies growing up from baby fat to lanky kid.&lt;br /&gt;8. Feeling their smooth, soft skin.&lt;br /&gt;9. Cuddling with Abram each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 9 of the things you love about your day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-4269640217179906831?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/4269640217179906831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=4269640217179906831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4269640217179906831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4269640217179906831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-you-love.html' title='Things You Love'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-826573209040705648</id><published>2009-02-08T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:45:09.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner</title><content type='html'>Sorry, gang. I totally spaced the drawing on Friday. I got wrapped up in a good book, (Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman) and I also went out of town for my first ever 'girls' weekend'.  Since I didn't get any emails about it, I'll assume you guys forgot about it too. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote down the numbers and put them in a cup and Rowan drew # 2.  Jessica, congratulations!!&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased you won because you have been my longest and most faithful reader and commenter.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy there are more of you who also find some reason to keep reading and those of you who tell others to read this crazy blahg. And for those of you who remain a lurker, I'll keep writing provocative posts to try to get you to respond.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, let me know your color preference. Hip Hip hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-826573209040705648?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/826573209040705648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=826573209040705648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/826573209040705648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/826573209040705648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/winner.html' title='Winner'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-2939323201188353744</id><published>2009-02-05T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:40:00.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Surround Them</title><content type='html'>This is a political entry, so if you hate politics, just skip it.&lt;br /&gt;My brother informed me about an &lt;a href="http://taylor.transtrum.net/"&gt;idea&lt;/a&gt; Glenn Beck posted on his web site and I wanted to participate and wanted to let you know about it too. The following has been stolen directly from my brother's blog, which was taken from him.&lt;br /&gt;The idea is to email your picture to wesurroundthem@gmail.com if you agree with at least 7 of 9 ideas. This is a nation-wide project, and one I believe many of us have been looking for to help unite the silent majority who feel outnumbered by the vocal minority.&lt;br /&gt;I know I personally am tired and frustrated by what I hear on the news and radio about our government and the political 'Left-Wing' which I feel is truly hurting our country.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know your political leanings, but I feel like I know your hearts and believe you and I have the same heart for our country. Maybe you've heard of Glenn&lt;br /&gt;Beck and despise him. Just read &lt;a href="http://taylor.transtrum.net/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and see if you might be surprised to agree on a few things.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-2939323201188353744?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/2939323201188353744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=2939323201188353744&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2939323201188353744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2939323201188353744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-surround-them.html' title='We Surround Them'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-3129618140505063823</id><published>2009-02-04T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:37:28.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you, Vali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpQJiBNU_I/AAAAAAAAAjg/HDeIF2IUFME/s1600-h/P1050442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpQJiBNU_I/AAAAAAAAAjg/HDeIF2IUFME/s320/P1050442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299136036235727858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wonderful, smart, funny, super sweet, beautiful, giving, sister-in-law, Vali is so cool. She actually really loves my kids! She and my brother, taylor come over and hang out or play with us. (Taylor has a Wii and will bring it over so we can play Wii music with the kids) Vali is one of those special people who offer to babysit. I am so spoiled because she actually WANTS to do it. She acts like it is a pleasure for her to GET to do it. I don't want to take advantage of her, or give her enough experience with my kiddos to realize she doesn't really want to be with them, so I try to use her sparingly! Anyway, Vali, you are awesome. We love it when you guys come over. Thanks for liking our kiddos and us. :) Here are some pictures just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpQJddBn3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/foOMem87n7s/s1600-h/P1050434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpQJddBn3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/foOMem87n7s/s320/P1050434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299136035010223986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpQJSgWXsI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/rkWGpdm2a6s/s1600-h/P1050433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpQJSgWXsI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/rkWGpdm2a6s/s320/P1050433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299136032071376578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpQJdGjQII/AAAAAAAAAjI/1D1CvcEYapM/s1600-h/P1050441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpPiDMCTvI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Xi3SlAHJjco/s320/P1050432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299135357944745714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpPh8eGNsI/AAAAAAAAAiw/2HA_P1dNUUg/s1600-h/P1050427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpPh8eGNsI/AAAAAAAAAiw/2HA_P1dNUUg/s320/P1050427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299135356141450946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpPh3cfvGI/AAAAAAAAAio/eozVfqGq0KA/s1600-h/P1050390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpPh3cfvGI/AAAAAAAAAio/eozVfqGq0KA/s320/P1050390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299135354792557666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpPh8QnW-I/AAAAAAAAAig/W9nQWLKtHc0/s1600-h/P1050368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpPh8QnW-I/AAAAAAAAAig/W9nQWLKtHc0/s320/P1050368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299135356084902882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpO1jr2IQI/AAAAAAAAAiY/J7ytS0_HMck/s1600-h/P1050380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpO1jr2IQI/AAAAAAAAAiY/J7ytS0_HMck/s320/P1050380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299134593573986562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpO1RXkzgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aV_fSKxEFVY/s1600-h/P1050375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpO1RXkzgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aV_fSKxEFVY/s320/P1050375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299134588657126914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpO1G0ChAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/gOQNYIgswrE/s1600-h/P1050374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpO1G0ChAI/AAAAAAAAAiI/gOQNYIgswrE/s320/P1050374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299134585823724546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpO0-IT7lI/AAAAAAAAAiA/hSstAvj7_7U/s1600-h/P1050366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpO0-IT7lI/AAAAAAAAAiA/hSstAvj7_7U/s320/P1050366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299134583492832850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpOVDg_MZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7nVaUQYPn30/s1600-h/P1050353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpOVDg_MZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7nVaUQYPn30/s320/P1050353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299134035182694802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-3129618140505063823?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/3129618140505063823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=3129618140505063823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3129618140505063823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3129618140505063823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-ones-for-you-vali.html' title='This one&apos;s for you, Vali'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYpQJiBNU_I/AAAAAAAAAjg/HDeIF2IUFME/s72-c/P1050442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-808804053522049530</id><published>2009-02-03T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:00:13.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child birth'/><title type='text'>To have or Not To have... more kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/mba0478l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/mba0478l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that I am 'waffling' on the idea of having more kids. Sentimentally, I like the idea of having more. Abram keeps talking about how he needs more sons. ( I know, I know! I keep telling him the odds are against him) I knew we couldn't just have one, that seems pretty mean to the poor child. To lay all your attention, hopes, etc all on their lap. I knew we couldn't just have two. They would fight all the time, try to pit each parent against the other, etc. There would be constant sibling rivalry. I knew we couldn't just have 3. I definitely don't want to deal with 'middle child' syndrome. I know you can't help with 'oldest child' syndrome, or 'baby' syndrome, but the edge seems to be taken off those when there are more than 3. I've thought to myself that 4 seems perfect. There are enough playmates to go around, enough variety to keep others from being too competetive, enough 'partners' if we ever want to ride the rides at Disneyland, and enough craziness to keep any One from getting too much attention. Now that I am 'due' to be getting pregnant again ( if I want to keep on my former schedule of birthing babies every 20 months or so) I try to keep from getting stressed out about whether or not we "should". I know the answer to that, we definitely *shouldn't* have anymore, but do I really WANT to? To be perfectly honest, I'm scared. And it might surprise you what I'm scared about. I'm not scared about the whole pregnancy/labor/delivery due to a wonderful, spiritual awesome experience I had with Lachlan.  I'm not worried about being able to 'afford' them. I was raised pretty poor and I'm not afraid of not having money. Besides, it looks like everyone might be in that category soon. (HOPE NOT!) I'm not even really afraid of whether or not I can 'handle' that many kids and stay sane, or not wind up in jail. (that's kind of a joke) I am actually afraid of having a #5 Child. What is that, you may ask? It's the child that REALLY works you over. Don't get me wrong, I already have at least 3 that are pretty challenging. I haven't gotten lucky to get an easy-going, well-mannered, go-with-the-flow kind of kid. But of the large-ish families I know, the #5 child seems to be Extra Special! (No offense if any of you are the #5, I didn't have you in mind!) So right now, I acknowledge the challenges I've been given and so far, we are ok. But I am really frightened of throwing a #5 into the mix. I really couldn't handle one like my little brother, bless his soul. I think I have PTSS just from living with him all those years. I like to think I'm adventurous and take life on with a smile, but I just don't know if I can take this jump into the unknown.... I'm probably overreacting, but you know that saying about cutting your losses while you're ahead, (or something like that) I feel like that should apply here. Not barring the unseen future, we've been relatively lucky not to have any major mishaps or medical problems or behavioral ordeals. What is it that keeps you from having more children?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-808804053522049530?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/808804053522049530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=808804053522049530&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/808804053522049530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/808804053522049530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-have-or-not-to-have-more-kids.html' title='To have or Not To have... more kids'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-7087167098313141713</id><published>2009-02-03T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:28:13.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><title type='text'>From Dusk 'til Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6zRsYlHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zxhtysQhtH0/s1600-h/P1050406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6zRsYlHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zxhtysQhtH0/s320/P1050406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298619982942868594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this morning I got my kids some breakfast and went into the office to do some 'computer stuff'. One by one I hear the little feet go upstairs, and waited for the youngest to start crying from his hair chair. No cries. I waited a little longer, and then longer still. No noise. I listened very carefully and heard some heavy breathing and slight snoring.  I went in to find Locke asleep in his breakfast. I guess there were some wild parties last night at his 'crib'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6okJia-I/AAAAAAAAAho/1PBqKFQ9Pow/s1600-h/P1050405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6okJia-I/AAAAAAAAAho/1PBqKFQ9Pow/s320/P1050405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298619798918425570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least he threw his bowl of multi-grain Cheerios overboard before hitting the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6g73AlnI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VsRb4DVky_w/s1600-h/P1050387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6g73AlnI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VsRb4DVky_w/s320/P1050387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298619667844208242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what Rowan resorts to when her binky gets hidden by a well-intentioned mother. Yes, that is infant fever-reducer with the syringe type lid.  Look at those puffy eyes. Do your kids ever sleep on their faces? Notice the hair rubbing. That is something I've been meaning to do a post on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6VcyBc3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/w98l1XERQFw/s1600-h/P1050382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6VcyBc3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/w98l1XERQFw/s320/P1050382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298619470523233138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Rowan screaming at the park because I am such a mean mom, I refuse to push my kids on the swing. My premise is that I take them to the park to get *their* energy out, not to get *my* exercise. I make them run around and go down the slides and such. So mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6MlhoowI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eHs8qS2wHT4/s1600-h/P1050370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6MlhoowI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/eHs8qS2wHT4/s320/P1050370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298619318251594498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of how my office looks after I cleaned it. j/k. I am still trying to unpack boxes. I had done a lot of work and emptied about 4 boxes, but it is still not quite done. I thought it was cute that Rowan dragged Lachlan into the box with her and was playing with him. It was waaaay past their bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Rowan, I just heard a very loud bang of the highchair tray hitting the floor. I ran in to find Rowan 'saving the day' once again. She found Lachlan asleep at his tray and decided to let him out. When I came in and cried, "Rowan!" she said, "Lachlan's done, Mommy." Indeed he was. He has a lovely red mark on his cheek from the tray he was sleeping on as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6ARQSfdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ra3hTXaGnRM/s1600-h/P1050367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6ARQSfdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ra3hTXaGnRM/s320/P1050367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298619106651700690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my cutie kindergartener waiting for the bus. She LOVES to ride the bus. Did you ride the bus when you were a kid? How did you like it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-7087167098313141713?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/7087167098313141713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=7087167098313141713&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7087167098313141713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7087167098313141713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-dusk-til-dawn.html' title='From Dusk &apos;til Dawn'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYh6zRsYlHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zxhtysQhtH0/s72-c/P1050406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-5505825424522000539</id><published>2009-02-02T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:36:37.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/1/15300/05_2008/groundhog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 373px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl0/1/15300/05_2008/groundhog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will Punxutawny Phil see his shadow? Is anyone really holding their breath on this one? When I was little I never understood (and really it is a mystery today) why if he saw his shadow it meant 6 more weeks of winter. It seems to me, that if the sun is out, it should mean we get an early spring. Nonetheless, I've given up hoping he might not see his shadow, because I believe he has every year as long as I can remember. Nowadays I understand we actually need the winter (snow) for the good of all people. Since we live in a desert and the farmers and homeowners rely upon the water for survival, I hope for the next 6 weeks to be very snowy and wintery. But after that, Welcome spring!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-5505825424522000539?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/5505825424522000539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=5505825424522000539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5505825424522000539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5505825424522000539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-2037680669776040677</id><published>2009-02-02T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:46:37.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geneology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lineage'/><title type='text'>Genetics &amp; Family History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYcSGIeaL7I/AAAAAAAAAgw/duLey9OEZ_Y/s1600-h/william+joseph+grisham+family+copy+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYcSGIeaL7I/AAAAAAAAAgw/duLey9OEZ_Y/s400/william+joseph+grisham+family+copy+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298223383188221874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who know my husband, you will see the striking resemblance from him to the man in this photo.  All these years I have been married to my husband he has told me how he takes after his mother's side of the family.. looking the most like his mother's father.  This picture was discovered last week after his paternal grandfather passed away and proves the opposite. This is a picture of Abram's great-great grandfather and the resemblance is uncannily similar. It is truly amazing!&lt;br /&gt;The man's name is William Joseph. (Abram was actually named after him, ironically enough, with the middle name of William)  We believe the smallest boy was Abram's great grandfather, named John Raymond. He had a son named George who had a son, Richard, who had a son; Abram. Neither Richard nor Abram had ever seen this picture before.&lt;br /&gt;William Joseph's wife died in childbirth after the daughter was born, and soon after the family moved from Missouri to Idaho. There isn't any info about him remarrying.&lt;br /&gt;I find it quite remarkable that these genes could be recessive for 3 generations and then manifest themselves again in my husband. Very cool, me thinks.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYcR2gVEbrI/AAAAAAAAAgo/XdgBgQVzsMc/s1600-h/william+joseph+grisham+family+copy+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYcR2gVEbrI/AAAAAAAAAgo/XdgBgQVzsMc/s320/william+joseph+grisham+family+copy+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298223114713591474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-2037680669776040677?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/2037680669776040677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=2037680669776040677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2037680669776040677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2037680669776040677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/02/genetics-family-history.html' title='Genetics &amp; Family History'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYcSGIeaL7I/AAAAAAAAAgw/duLey9OEZ_Y/s72-c/william+joseph+grisham+family+copy+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-983171046630229022</id><published>2009-01-31T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:20:19.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 post give-away!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYSGnX4ZD4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/CGTKE1XL_tE/s1600-h/100greatest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYSGnX4ZD4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/CGTKE1XL_tE/s320/100greatest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297507072678104962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the 100th post on my blog, I wanted to offer my first give-away. Besides that, I have had people tell me they pop in on my blog occasionally and they never leave comments. It's not fun feeling like you're all alone in the world, so you have to leave a comment in order to be entered in.&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what your favorite post has been and why. I will let my kids draw a number and the winner will win a really lame prize! Ok, I think it is cool, but maybe that's why no one wants to leave comments. As Thumper says, "if you can't say something nice....."&lt;br /&gt;Here is a nice Valentine's Day Decoration you will win. (you choose the color scheme)&lt;br /&gt;The drawing will take place next Friday. Good luck! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYCNyyFkHFI/AAAAAAAAAf4/g91Xuv2He0E/s1600-h/P1040267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYCNyyFkHFI/AAAAAAAAAf4/g91Xuv2He0E/s400/P1040267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296389065365789778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-983171046630229022?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/983171046630229022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=983171046630229022&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/983171046630229022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/983171046630229022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/100-post-give-away.html' title='100 post give-away!!'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SYSGnX4ZD4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/CGTKE1XL_tE/s72-c/100greatest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-4069364477338610077</id><published>2009-01-30T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:19:03.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><title type='text'>Road Rage?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cicle.org/cicle_content/images/road_rage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 332px;" src="http://www.cicle.org/cicle_content/images/road_rage.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,Fellow Drivers, How Doth Thou Annoy Me? Let me count the ways!&lt;br /&gt;1. driving 5 miles under the speed limit is annoying!&lt;br /&gt;2. driving 10 miles under the speed limit is aggravating!&lt;br /&gt;3. driving 15 freekin' miles under the speed limit is maddening!&lt;br /&gt;(and those of you from my neck of the woods, why are these drivers almost always a 2C license plate?)&lt;br /&gt;4. pulling out in front of a mini van full of kids or a land rover that is 2 times bigger than you seems like a great plan!&lt;br /&gt;5. stopping your car 10 feet short of the stop sign at a 4 way stop so you can go first is TOTALLY CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;6. not signaling for the turn when I'm waiting for you to pass in order to pull onto the road, and then turning at the last minute; very polite.&lt;br /&gt;7. intentionally not letting me merge, when I'm trying to merge very nicely...&lt;br /&gt;8. flipping me off for a ridiculous reason  (*I'm* never at fault) As Capt. Jack Sparrow says, "sticks &amp;amp; stones, Love."  But if I WAS at fault, at least I'd feel you were justified in giving me the bird.&lt;br /&gt;9. Tailgating is only fun when you're at a football game. It's ok to tailgate me if I'm doing #s 1-3.&lt;br /&gt;you have my permission.&lt;br /&gt;10. entering the freeway at 50 mph or less. (you know who you are, BlueHairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of the aggravating things you're dealing with lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-4069364477338610077?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/4069364477338610077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=4069364477338610077&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4069364477338610077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4069364477338610077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/road-rage.html' title='Road Rage?'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-7692603059024032089</id><published>2009-01-29T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:34:55.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help the Helpless</title><content type='html'>I am not computer savvy. It seems that those of us who have smart people around us, depend on them and don't take the time to learn more than the very basics. I had to have my husband show me how to upload pictures from the internet and the camera several times during the last year for my blog. I finally put a cute background up, and now I can't figure out how to get it off.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying all month, and still am stuck with the cute snowflakes. It is kind of fitting, because it is still snowing, but I'd like a change!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know how to do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-7692603059024032089?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/7692603059024032089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=7692603059024032089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7692603059024032089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7692603059024032089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/help-helpless.html' title='Help the Helpless'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-4497317495999121500</id><published>2009-01-28T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:47:22.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinnamon rolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>The Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rusticscents.com/roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.rusticscents.com/roll.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a quest to find The Perfect Cinnamon Roll. And I've been dreaming of finding the recipe for The Perfect Orange Roll.  This means that I have to make and eat cinnamon rolls whenever I find a promising recipe. I even went to a class last night to learn the recipe for someone's cinnamon rolls that sounded exciting. However, when I followed her instructions they cooked too hot and were crispy on top. (My sister's turned out the same at her house, so I know it wasn't me)&lt;br /&gt;Here are some criteria:&lt;br /&gt;The faster, the better. I love recipes that don't have to rise.&lt;br /&gt;Not too bready, but not too airy. Substantial though.&lt;br /&gt;They gotta be smothered in cream cheese frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Orange Rolls, they can't be bitter. I absolutely love the store bought band name (Pillsbury?) ones that come in those cylinders. yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any recipes to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-4497317495999121500?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/4497317495999121500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=4497317495999121500&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4497317495999121500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4497317495999121500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/quest.html' title='The Quest'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-3834028292188305024</id><published>2009-01-27T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:43:23.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want a Divorce</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER! This is supposed to be humorous. It is NOT meant to offend anyone. If you are easily offended, or in a bad mood, don't read on. This is meant to make you chuckle.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want a divorce . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear American liberals, leftists, social progressives, socialists, Marxists, Obama supporters,&lt;i&gt; et al&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have stuck together since the late 1950's, but the whole of this latest election process has made me realize that I want a divorce.  I know we tolerated each other for many years for the sake of future generations, but sadly, this relationship has run its course.  Our two ideological sides of America cannot and will not ever agree on what is right, so let's just end it on friendly terms.   We can smile, slate it up to irreconcilable differences, and go our own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a model  dissolution agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our two groups can equitably divide up the country by landmass each taking a portion.  That will be the difficult part, but I am sure our two sides can come to a friendly agreement.  After that it should be relatively easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our respective representatives can effortlessly divide other assets since both sides have such distinct and disparate tastes.  We don't like redistributive taxes so you can keep them.  You are welcome to the liberal judges and the ACLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you hate guns and war, we'll take our firearms, the cops, the NRA, and the military.  You can keep Oprah, Michael Moore, and Rosie O'Donnell (you are however, responsible for finding a bio-diesel vehicle big enough to move them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We'll keep the capitalism, greedy corporations, pharmaceutical companies, Wal-Mart, and Wall Street. You can have your beloved homeless, homeboys, hippies, and illegal aliens.  We'll keep the hot Alaskan Hockey Moms, greedy CEO's, and Rednecks.  We'll keep the Bibles and give you NBC and Hollywood .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make nice with Iran, Palestine, and France , and we'll retain the right to invade and hammer places that threaten us. You can have the peaceniks and war protestors.  When our allies or way of life are under assault, we'll provide them job security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep our Judeo-Christian Values.  You are welcome to Islam, Scientology, Humanism, and Shirley McClain. You can have the U.N. But we will no longer be paying the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We'll keep the SUV's, pickup trucks, and oversized luxury cars.&lt;br /&gt;You can take  every Subaru Station Wagon you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can give everyone healthcare, if you can find any practicing Doctors (that is&lt;u&gt; practicing,&lt;/u&gt; Howard Dean) who will follow to your turf (&lt;i&gt;sic&lt;/i&gt;).  We'll continue to believe healthcare is a luxury and not a right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep The Battle Hymn of the Republic and The National Anthem.  I'm sure you'll be happy to substitute Imagine, I'd Like to Teach The World To Sing, Kum Ba Ya,  or We Are the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll practice trickle down economics, and you can give trickle up poverty its best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since it often so offends you we'll keep our History, our Name, and our Flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you agree to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus,Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the spirit of friendly parting,  I'll bet you A WAR on who will need whose help in 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John J. Wall&lt;br /&gt;Law Student&lt;br /&gt;American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Please take Barbra Streisand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-3834028292188305024?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/3834028292188305024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=3834028292188305024&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3834028292188305024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3834028292188305024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-divorce.html' title='I Want a Divorce'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-8865067320748731692</id><published>2009-01-26T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:12:18.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Antics</title><content type='html'>It is late at night, all the kids are asleep (or at least supposed to be). Suddenly, Lachlan starts crying. Hmmm, that's strange. Not that he is crying, but that he is crying so soon. Abram decides to get up and see what's going on. But before Abram leaves the room, Locke stops crying. Abram gets back in bed. Then we hear Bang! thump-thump-thump-thump-thump! The sound of a little one jumping out of bed and running across the floor. When Abram gets to Lachlan's room he sees Rowan with both feet hanging over the edge of the crib railing, bum dangling back toward the crib trying to swing herself over onto the floor. The evidence shows she ran out of her room, grabbed the stool from the bathroom, put it up to the crib, climbed in, shoved the binky in Lachlans' mouth and was trying to make her get-away. It was too funny to be angry about, although Locke had started crying again once she came in the room.&lt;br /&gt;This morning as we're eating breakfast, Brenna was breathing quite noisily and I ask her if she has a stuffy nose. No, she says. I get up to dish some more malt-o-meal into Aisling's bowl and she says, "Mom, don't talk about gross stuff when we're eating. "&lt;br /&gt;"Like ask if you want brain-boogers?" I ask innocently as I slop the mush into her bowl.&lt;br /&gt;"No, like don't talk about stuffy noses. Especially when I'm around."&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Aisling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; learning something at school. I'm just not sure if  I should call it manners, ettiquette, or snobbery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-8865067320748731692?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/8865067320748731692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=8865067320748731692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8865067320748731692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8865067320748731692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-late-at-night-all-kids-are-asleep.html' title='Kid Antics'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-6131039343772752970</id><published>2009-01-22T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:49:30.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flatulence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/fart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/fart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a private person about certain body functions. I don't even like my husband to know that I am quite human and sometimes I, it is hard to admit, let stinkers.&lt;br /&gt;The other night we were watching a movie together and after it was over, he got up and left the room. I let a little one thinking I was safe. Suddenly he came back in &amp;amp; tried to sit down by me. I was mortified and pushed him away lest he smell the offender. "Get out of here, I just let one!" I hollered, embarrassed to no end.&lt;br /&gt;Certain people in my family have no qualms about 'farting' whenever they feel like it; Abram, Lachlan, my sister and her kids. :) However, I felt this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4eEj1lzPkk"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; video nearly perfectly describes my feelings on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry, I couldn't figure out how to put the video right here on my page)&lt;br /&gt;While you're there you should check out this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXLHWmjA5IE"&gt;man-cold&lt;/a&gt; clip. It is hilarious! (Ok, now you're getting a taste of my weird sense of humor) You probably shouldn't watch too many other clips by Man Stroke Woman, I can't vouch for their cleanliness or morality. (British TV)&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone catch what the 'medic' says to Laura as he walks out the door?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-6131039343772752970?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/6131039343772752970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=6131039343772752970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6131039343772752970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6131039343772752970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/flatulence.html' title='Flatulence'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-7833045788224448801</id><published>2009-01-22T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:23:32.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments from Strangers</title><content type='html'>You should read &lt;a href="http://themeanestmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-looks-like-youve-been-busy.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, you'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get comments from strangers when you're out &amp;amp; about? I think the last one is quite amusing. I remember as a teenager telling a swedish woman there were 6 kids in my family. She replied that, "your parents must sure like sex!" I thought that was the strangest thing to say.... she only had two children, but I thought "surely you've had sex more than 2 times, and if not, well 6 times in 20+ years is really not that much!" &lt;br /&gt;The other night we were visiting some of Abram's family that we usually only see once or twice a year when his dad flies into town. One of his aunts' husbands walked in &amp;amp; saw the 4 little kids playing around the tiny single-wide and said, "you two need to find something better to do."  I smartly replied, " oh, but it's so much fun!" he looked at me in a surprised way as we are the only religious people in the family and I'm sure we are thought of as major prudes in more way than one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-7833045788224448801?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/7833045788224448801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=7833045788224448801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7833045788224448801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7833045788224448801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/comments-from-strangers.html' title='Comments from Strangers'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-1890476737173044275</id><published>2009-01-22T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:21:13.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SXicXmEKnaI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eF1zHbWH_-o/s1600-h/paris-hilton-lipstick-on-teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SXicXmEKnaI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eF1zHbWH_-o/s400/paris-hilton-lipstick-on-teeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294153291142962594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am 30, I decided I was grown up enough to start wearing make-up. Now I wear mascara &amp;amp; lipstick at least once a week! One of the things that has kept me from being a full-time make-up wearer all these years were the lovely women who wore it all the time and if you ever saw them without it you thought they were deathly ill. Or the ones who couldn't possibly do anything or be seen by anyone without their make-up on. Like the one I've heard a rumor about that keeps a bag of extra make-up on her nightstand just in case there is a fire she can be sure to have it and look fabulous standing outside in her robe as the rest of her house and family burns. (high sarcasm there)&lt;br /&gt;So I had some money to spend (yes, I'm the type that will return gifts for cash or in-store credit) at Freddy's and decided I needed some lipstick. (The other one I got for free from Clinique has been mutilated by Rowan several times) I bought L'oreal Infallible lipstick that I had heard about from a friend. (Plus it was on sale) This stuff is awesome! I can put it on in the morning and when I get in bed at night my husband dreamily says, "oooh! you're wearing make-up to bed!" and snuggles a little closer. It comes in a lipstick or a lip'gloss' type applicator and then you hold your lips still for one minute and then apply the topcoat/moisturizer. You just need to be sure you didn't draw outside the lines or crookedly, otherwise you're stuck with wacky lips for the next 16 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-1890476737173044275?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/1890476737173044275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=1890476737173044275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1890476737173044275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1890476737173044275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/make-up.html' title='Make-up'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SXicXmEKnaI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eF1zHbWH_-o/s72-c/paris-hilton-lipstick-on-teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-673654034216613406</id><published>2009-01-21T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:49:34.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing Contest</title><content type='html'>I don't really keep up with celebrities, but I hear things every once in awhile. Since I am a fan of the new Batman films and also really love that Christian Bale plays Batman, I have heard a few tidbits about it. Supposedly they were considering Jake Gyllenhaal originally for the role. I thought it was interesting since Jake &amp;amp; Heath Ledger played lovers in Brokeback Mountain. I haven't seen or heard anything about that film, but just imagine if they did actually kiss or make-out in that movie, then play arch enemies in Batman. But the really funny thing is how Jake's sister, ( I assume) Maggie Gyllenhaal played the love-interest in Dark Knight. Abram &amp;amp; I suppose they wouldn't have put her in that role if Jake would have been their leading man. But here is the question I pose for you: Although the two never kiss in that movie, would it be more likely an actor would object to kissing their sister as a heterosexual man, or another man..?  What would you think? Would it be weirder to share a make-out session with your sibling rather than someone of the same sex? I can't imagine doing either one, but I'm not really a make-out person...&lt;br /&gt;Poor Abram!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-673654034216613406?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/673654034216613406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=673654034216613406&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/673654034216613406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/673654034216613406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/kissing-contest.html' title='Kissing Contest'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-5631221096598175288</id><published>2009-01-16T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:36:14.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>Aisling has been asking me if we can have a party and have 'fancy drinks' (italian sodas) so last night we did it. We had bacon, eggs &amp;amp; hash browns for dinner. The kids got to help cook. Aisling put the bacon on the pan for me, and Rowan helped cook the hashbrowns, she dumped about 1/2 cup of oil on the pan while I was out of the room for a second. Brenna cracked some eggs. Then we had 'fancy drinks' with fancy straws. For our party we built a huge fort (more like a tent) in the living room and got inside and told stories with a flashlight. I am so proud of us for actually doing something fun together!! We usually depend on others to have any fun. Hooray for us!&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite fun things to do at home with the kids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-5631221096598175288?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/5631221096598175288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=5631221096598175288&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5631221096598175288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5631221096598175288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-329283340528668462</id><published>2009-01-12T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:28:18.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand shake</title><content type='html'>I just met someone on saturday and when we shook hands, she gave me a half handshake, and very loose and floppy. I like a firm (not painful) handshake and was wondering why some one might not like that. Some ideas I have are: maybe they are scared of germs. Maybe they don't like touching other people. Maybe they think women should be dainty.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? How do you like your handshakes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-329283340528668462?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/329283340528668462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=329283340528668462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/329283340528668462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/329283340528668462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/hand-shake.html' title='Hand shake'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-1184370295859158569</id><published>2009-01-12T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:23:33.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>Aisling has been enjoying school. She says it is Much easier than homeschool.  According to her, the teacher doesn't make them read, spell, or anything hard! She LOVES to ride the bus. It is hard to get anything out of her when she gets home. Do your kids pull the "I forgot" excuse? I have to pull &amp;amp; pry to get her to tell me anything. She has not given me any grief about getting ready to go, but mostly I think that's because she is SO excited to ride the bus. The first day she didn't get to ride (and I wanted to take her) and the next day she could have ridden but the sub driver somehow missed picking her up. she threw a royal "it's NOT fair!!!!!" fit and cried and cried. But since then she's been quite happy about the whole affair.&lt;br /&gt;Brenna keeps telling me she is So bored when Aisling is gone that she'll just Have to take a nap, but so far, she has found plenty of other things to do with Rowan.  :) it has been fun seeing them playing together more when Aisling is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Lachlan is walking all over the house now. He's quite good. He has been cranky with a top tooth coming in which makes the nights very unhappy times for me. Poor little boy. But I can't tell if he has just gotten into a bad habit or if he really is as miserable as he's acting.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I made no-bake cookies (with peanut butter) and I fed Lachlan a few tiny little pieces. I just wanted to see if he would have any kind of reaction.  He did just fine, but then I caught him rubbing his eye. A while later he had the welts and red, swollen eye. I knew I was in trouble! Luckily my neighbor had some children's benadryl and we got the reaction to subside fairly quickly. Needless to say, Abram was unhappy as he has been trying to get me to give up the peanut butter.  I'm afraid as long as it's not a potentially fatal reaction, I'm not very willing to give it up. I'll just be sure to keep him away (and not feed him any) :) He's had a rough go of it since he pulled the cord on the hot curling iron and it fell down on his hand on sunday. I've gotten out of the habit of putting all the cords up, but that was a good wake -up reminder.  it's a good red spot, but thankfully no blistering.&lt;br /&gt;Rowan has been wearing underwear ( I know some people despise the "p" word for underpants, so I'll refrain using it) this week and doing well mostly. Aisling &amp;amp; Brenna were over night trainers. one day they decided to use the potty and they never wore diapers again. (or pull-ups) Rowan has been harder to convince and I'm still putting a diaper on her at night, cuz I don't know how she'll do. She is still having an 'accident' or 2 per day, although thankfully no #2 accdents.  :) She is quite independent. She just goes right in &amp;amp; does it, wipes &amp;amp; everything. She won't even tell anyone. Suddenly i'll hear a flush and she'll come bounding out. Now I just need to get the hand washing down and we're set.&lt;br /&gt;We have been reading the tale of Despereaux. We really liked the book Because of Winn-Dixie (the movie, not so much) and wanted to read more by Kate Dicamillo. The book has been interesting so far. I've heard mixed reviews about the movie. Have you seen it? What did you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-1184370295859158569?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/1184370295859158569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=1184370295859158569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1184370295859158569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1184370295859158569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-8779084354532102844</id><published>2009-01-06T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:52:11.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPRLEqx0uI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BXPta9IcXU0/s1600-h/window.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPRLEqx0uI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BXPta9IcXU0/s400/window.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288300375625028322" border="0" /&gt;It has been so fun to get lots of snow this winter.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPRA7qLGEI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lZ8qBVslDK0/s1600-h/rowsnow.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPRA7qLGEI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lZ8qBVslDK0/s400/rowsnow.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288300201407879234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids have had a lot of fun and Abram &amp;amp; I even got to go snowboarding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPQ4KtZVHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ALsHhmWCS_w/s1600-h/kidsdye.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPQ4KtZVHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ALsHhmWCS_w/s400/kidsdye.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288300050829104242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls went to their cousins for a 'cupcake' party, but ended up dyeing their hair instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPQxe6SooI/AAAAAAAAAdg/c59nD4NDE40/s1600-h/dyegang.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPQxe6SooI/AAAAAAAAAdg/c59nD4NDE40/s400/dyegang.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288299935992816258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPQpQ026rI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Uyhqz22IK7o/s1600-h/brenpurple.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPQpQ026rI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Uyhqz22IK7o/s400/brenpurple.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288299794772978354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lachlan started taking steps the day after Christmas and is doing quite well with the walking. Bren, Row and Lach all walked at 10 months, which I think is average. Aisling, crazy girl, walked at 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;Aisling started 'real' school yesterday at the local public school. She is having a great time and says, "it is more fun than I thought it would be." I've resigned myself to the fact that she would learn more at home, but the thing I am putting her in for is to learn to GO when you have to go somewhere. When we've had her in ballet or soccer it was such a fiasco to get her to get ready to go each time for practice or games. It would take over an hour of fighting with her. So I thought this would be a good way to eliminate that, because she has to get ready and go everyday. We'll see, but so far, so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-8779084354532102844?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/8779084354532102844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=8779084354532102844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8779084354532102844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8779084354532102844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-snow.html' title='more Snow!'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPRLEqx0uI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BXPta9IcXU0/s72-c/window.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-115930958977890351</id><published>2009-01-06T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:23:35.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some pictures from christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPLePdqCLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EGWuQSolzB8/s1600-h/P1050348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPLePdqCLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EGWuQSolzB8/s400/P1050348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288294107870529714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a watch I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPLSElDCQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/uGs3uvihgDg/s1600-h/P1050337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPLSElDCQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/uGs3uvihgDg/s400/P1050337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288293898790308098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some peanut plushies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPK87QpVOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GXHuRwgyU9Y/s1600-h/P1050330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPK87QpVOI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GXHuRwgyU9Y/s400/P1050330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288293535511565538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some goodies from our secret santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPKtOlbBsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GzbRt8DKxnI/s1600-h/P1050327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPKtOlbBsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GzbRt8DKxnI/s400/P1050327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288293265821075138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;molly monkey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-115930958977890351?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/115930958977890351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=115930958977890351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/115930958977890351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/115930958977890351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-pictures-from-christmas.html' title='some pictures from christmas'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SWPLePdqCLI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EGWuQSolzB8/s72-c/P1050348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-7498326781852687270</id><published>2008-12-20T14:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:01:09.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Goodies</title><content type='html'>Today my friend, a mommy of a 15 month old, who is pregnant with twins, dropped off a pack of those 'break-n-bake' cookies with a card attached that read, "Christmas is Jolly, Christmas is sweet. I'm stressed out, make your own dang treat!" A few years ago my neighbor gave us the same pre-made packaged cookie dough. I thought it was a very cute idea.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since we've gotten any plates of goodies and now pondering what we'd like to pass around to our friends and neighbors, I need some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite goodies to make at Christmas? What are your favorite to receive?&lt;br /&gt;my dear friend Cindy made us some wonderful (and addicting) chocolate covered shortbread. Last year my neighbor made these heavenly chocolate/oats/caramel bars.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get some ideas from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-7498326781852687270?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/7498326781852687270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=7498326781852687270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7498326781852687270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7498326781852687270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-goodies.html' title='Christmas Goodies'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-4134244277868436238</id><published>2008-12-20T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:18:36.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, I'm Home!</title><content type='html'>It has been so fun to have Abram home so much. I mean he is still gone a lot, out 'campaigning', applying for jobs, trying to round up some more clients, etc. But he has been home more than usual which has been great! We've had some car trouble and have been down to one car again, but I don't think I've ventured out yet since it became december. ( I abhor Holiday traffic) so it has been just fine. I have been much less effective on getting my own 'chores' accomplished with him around, so the house is a disaster mostly, but I just have this general feeling of happiness and well-being.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to get the christmas present making over with. I have a baby doll quilt/pillow to do, a few monkeys, a skirt to finish, a baby doll sling, a cape/mask to finish, a stuffed something to make and I have no ideas yet what to make for my mom/mother-in-law. Thankfully Abram is taking care of the men. He has made 4 knives so far.&lt;br /&gt;What are you making this Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-4134244277868436238?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/4134244277868436238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=4134244277868436238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4134244277868436238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4134244277868436238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/12/honey-im-home.html' title='Honey, I&apos;m Home!'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-8491049094322662408</id><published>2008-12-16T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:02:17.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking Aisling is past the age of cute quotations, but she keeps surprising me.&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were telling her all about the scary movie Jurassic Park.  Today she came and asked me when she would be old enough to watch 'gymnastic park'.&lt;br /&gt;then this weekend I cooked Tater-Tots instead of hash browns for breakfast. She came in and looked exclaiming, "I LOVE teeter-toters!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-8491049094322662408?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/8491049094322662408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=8491049094322662408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8491049094322662408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8491049094322662408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/12/cute.html' title='cute'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-4784129082723214603</id><published>2008-12-11T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:22:27.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$-Free Christmas</title><content type='html'>I talked to some friends this week and heard a few things they were doing to save money, or not spend so much money this Christmas.  One bought most of her 3 year old's toys from Goodwill, another had limited her spending to $50 per kid. I know some crazy women who will get up at the crack of dawn to battle the rage infested Black Friday Shoppers to get great deals. I've read people's blogs about how they are already done with their Christmas shopping and others who are dreading going out. What about you? Are you going all out this year? Or are you settling in for a simpler Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;We never have gone hog wild for Christmas or for anything actually. I sometimes wonder if I was loaded financially if I would feel the same way. I just feel like we and our kids do not need the latest and greatest, in fact I do my best so thay they won't even know what the latest and greatest is. My daughters found out about "Anna Ontana" at a birthday party (Hannah Montana) but we explained to them that she is a teenager and little kids don't need to play with teenager stuff. Are we mean, or what?   We usually stick to a 3 gift per child Christmas. It used to be a book, a toy, and pjs. It has broadened a bit, but I don't think they need many gifts. They get some from grandparents and cousins. I don't think Abram or I need any gifts. He usually finds a way to get things that he really wants throughout the year, and I am expert at going without.  ( I realized this morning I only have 3 pair of pants that fit. That may have something to do with the fact that I'm not quite back into my regular size yet)&lt;br /&gt;This year for Christmas I'm going to try not to buy anything. I have been busy making presents and might have to buy a few notions for the projects, but I am really scrounging around my house to find resources. So far, so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-4784129082723214603?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/4784129082723214603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=4784129082723214603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4784129082723214603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4784129082723214603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/12/free-christmas.html' title='$$-Free Christmas'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-6825742084157438043</id><published>2008-12-10T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:48:01.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Carolling</title><content type='html'>Tonight we drove around a bit while Abram was checking out a Black Hawk Helicoptor with the Young Men. The kids and I checked out some Christmas lights and sang a few Christmas songs. The girls don't know many yet, and it was funny to hear some of the words they sang. For instance, "Frosting the Snowman!"&lt;br /&gt;And "then how the reindeer loved him, and they shouted out with fleas! Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, you'll go down in mysteries!"&lt;br /&gt;We saw a house with a big blow-up Santa riding a motorcycle. Aisling said, "that must be a dude's house." Clearly, only "Dude's" have santas on harleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Nicole helped me (she actually did it for me) make a superhero cape for my nephew. It is a very smooth, shiny red fabric that is just awesome for a superhero. Now it just needs a shield shape and a giant S sewn on.  Aisling decided Sam (the nephew) will probably like it, even though it is a girl color. Funny coming from the girl whose favorite color is blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to see Prince Caspian and I think that actor is quite cute. He or Peter would've made a better Edward (Twilight) in my opinion. But what can I say? I still haven't seen the movie. Personally I don't like the appearance of Anna Popplewell who plays Susan, and I don't care for her character either. I really didn't like the eyeliner job they did on her for the film. That's me, the new film critic. I thought it was pretty good, not too scary or overly violent. The kids liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading a biography about John Adams and have loved it. I'm more than half way through, around 500 pages so far. I hadn't done any studying on our founding fathers until this year. I did a bit of study on George Washington and everyone loves and respects him. Did you know he didn't take any pay while he was general or president? I have also gained the most profound respect for John Adams. He was incorruptible. How would you like to see one like that nowadays? After this I want to find out more about Thomas Jefferson. The biographer paints him in a not too kindly light and I'd like to see if I can get another perspective. In this book, really the only good contribution he gave us was wording the Declaration. In my mind that isn't enough to earn him the fame and honor he has received. John Adams really was a singular man and should be more loudly lauded and held as an example to ourselves and our children of the kind of people we would want to aspire to be. I have had a quote of his on my wall for the last 3 years. It says, "Let them revere nothing but religion, morality and liberty." This was a standard he held for his own children, and for himself.  Jefferson is quoted as having said many wonderful, true and inspiring things. Unfortunately, according to this source, he wasn't able to muster the self-discipline to live his beliefs. I'm not judging the man personally, just that we as a nation honor someone who might not be so worthy of it. I'll look into it and get back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-6825742084157438043?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/6825742084157438043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=6825742084157438043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6825742084157438043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6825742084157438043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-carolling.html' title='Christmas Carolling'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-1260152188189464636</id><published>2008-12-08T11:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:33:49.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST1zWb2wrbI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SKfJmHa5_9E/s1600-h/P1050279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST1zWb2wrbI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SKfJmHa5_9E/s320/P1050279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277501167619845554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally dogless.&lt;br /&gt;The girls were pretty sad at first, but they're handling it rather well. Poochie has been gone more than a month now, and Chance finally got the boot this weekend. I think they have both gone to really great homes and will be happy in their new lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST109unzkoI/AAAAAAAAAXU/i_JrwIVFsRQ/s1600-h/P1050277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST109unzkoI/AAAAAAAAAXU/i_JrwIVFsRQ/s320/P1050277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277502942183920258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST12DrosXzI/AAAAAAAAAXk/NybV6YzIAHg/s1600-h/P1050321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST12DrosXzI/AAAAAAAAAXk/NybV6YzIAHg/s320/P1050321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277504143973179186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST11l4tRJaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8iccBUW_eIo/s1600-h/P1050280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST11l4tRJaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8iccBUW_eIo/s320/P1050280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277503632085951906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-1260152188189464636?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/1260152188189464636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=1260152188189464636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1260152188189464636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1260152188189464636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/12/dog-free.html' title='Dog Free'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST1zWb2wrbI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SKfJmHa5_9E/s72-c/P1050279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-3248642985085599933</id><published>2008-12-08T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:46:59.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I just got an email this morning. Snapfish has completed my photo book order. It says "ordered 11/14, shipped 12/7. I must have ordered some fancy book! Why on earth would it take so long?&lt;br /&gt;It says it should be here in 3-5 business days. Well, I am relieved, and looking forward to getting my book. Mine is pictures of our trip to Hawaii in 2007. What did you make yours about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-3248642985085599933?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/3248642985085599933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=3248642985085599933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3248642985085599933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3248642985085599933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-5896437272677842231</id><published>2008-12-05T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:18:30.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisling Jae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST1yXv4zFKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Nt72qxsqmWo/s1600-h/P1050317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST1yXv4zFKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Nt72qxsqmWo/s320/P1050317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277500090665342114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST1yFgCy26I/AAAAAAAAAW8/sl1L0UIdrPE/s1600-h/P1050316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST1yFgCy26I/AAAAAAAAAW8/sl1L0UIdrPE/s320/P1050316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277499777174657954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST1x5d9OjKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ktlsAtPdQTQ/s1600-h/P1050315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST1x5d9OjKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ktlsAtPdQTQ/s320/P1050315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277499570456005794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big girl has turned 6.  &lt;"at last", is how she feels&gt; After all,  all of her friends are 6 already.&lt;br /&gt;She was lucky enough to have her actual birthday on Thanksgiving this year. We were able to have a 'cousins' birthday party for her the day before.&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful sister really helped me out (like usual) with the party and activities. I think it was fun, but a bit much.&lt;br /&gt;We did all of the girls hair, make-up and nails (10 girls) which took a long time, but they were all very patient and happy. We should have called it good with that, but we also made this &lt;a href="http://goodygoody.typepad.com/goody_goody/2008/04/tgif-quickie--1.html"&gt;craft&lt;/a&gt; which was VERY cute and fun, but not very age appropriate. My niece who is 8 made 3 or 4, but the rest of them needed help and all the adults got burned on the hot glue gun at least once.&lt;br /&gt;We ran out of time, didn't even sing happy birthday, just basically threw a cupcake at each kid and let chaos rule. I think things were under control until all the grandparents started showing up. The party should've been over by then, but it wasn't. Then 5 adults come in, all wanting to talk and visit and all the kids were wanting their letters wrapped and it was just crazy! I love them all and I think everyone had fun.&lt;br /&gt;My sis brought colored hair spray stuff and the girls got a kick out of colored hair. They felt very cool.&lt;br /&gt;Aisling liked her party and loved having her cousins here. She was happy to get blue (her favorite color) frosting on her cupcakes and felt like she was cheating to get fingernail polish. ( we don't allow it in the house)&lt;br /&gt;Aisling is becoming quite a good helper ( at last! says momma) and loves to pretend she is "Pupcake" the wonderful minding, helper dog. (Which I love too!) If ever I need her help, I can count on Pupcake's happy, panting help complete with ruff-ruffs.&lt;br /&gt;Aisling is still very boisterous and moody, but she is usually easy to coax a smile from. She loves to play tricks and tease.&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite food is probably chili (from a can, how easy is that?) and definitely no-bake cookies.&lt;br /&gt;But she is getting better about being willing to try the food I make for dinner. I am seeing a light at the end of the "that's disgusting!" tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;Her daddy is her buddy and they get to do all kinds of fun things together (sometimes I'm jealous, but usually just grateful) and she thrives on having his undivided attention.&lt;br /&gt;She loves animals and asks us all the time when will we live on a farm? And that she wants to be a cowgirl when she grows up. She was very sad that we just got rid of both our dogs since moving back to the suburbs. She has decided we should let her get a little dog, or a cat, or a hamster, guinea pig or rat. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;She is the most grateful of the kids so far. SHe really appreciates when I do things for her, or make things for her and will thank you for it for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;Aisling is a very determined little thing and is hard to dissuade when she decides something.&lt;br /&gt;All of her siblings consider her their favorite, which is a wonderful quality for the oldest child to possess. She can always get the other kids to smile and they all want to play with her.&lt;br /&gt;She loves to play video games with her grandpa, her uncle Tay, or her dad. I guess anyone who will let her play with them. I don't know, but it seems to me she is pretty good for a 5 yr old who doesn't own a gaming system. (now she is 6, I know)&lt;br /&gt;She REALLY wants to see Prince Caspian, I've been hearing about it ALL year. Anyone know if it's ok for kids?&lt;br /&gt;We love and enjoy our energetic, personality-plus girl and look forward to seeing her grow and develop her attributes. Thank You, Aisling! You were first in our hearts and your strong will shall be a blessing to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-5896437272677842231?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/5896437272677842231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=5896437272677842231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5896437272677842231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5896437272677842231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/12/aisling-jae.html' title='Aisling Jae'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/ST1yXv4zFKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Nt72qxsqmWo/s72-c/P1050317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-911897736648938615</id><published>2008-12-01T20:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:57:40.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Books</title><content type='html'>Has anyone gotten their photo books from snapfish? My sister got hers about a week ago, and she ordered hers after I did. I still haven't received mine. Should I be worried? Also hers had some blurry looking pages, anyone else have this problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-911897736648938615?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/911897736648938615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=911897736648938615&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/911897736648938615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/911897736648938615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-books.html' title='Photo Books'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-1837875379853878255</id><published>2008-11-24T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:31:33.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Okay, I hope I don't offend anyone, because I know almost all of my friends and some of my family are fanatics about this book, and thus the movie. I haven't read them, and I haven't seen the movie. What I have seen are movie posters and previews. My question is Why on earth did they pick those two to play the parts of Bella and Edward? I'm sure there are hundreds or thousands of beautiful/hot actors in Hollywood they could have picked. When I'm watching a love story, I really want the love interests to be attractive.  I don't think either of them look good in this movie. I have neighbors that are better looking. My main complaint about it is poor Edward. He is the one who is so heart breakingingly beautiful that he sparkles, right? Then why did they make him look like night of the walking zombies? YUK! They could have paid their make up department a bit more so they could get someone who can do a good job making that vampire look sexy! What a shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-1837875379853878255?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/1837875379853878255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=1837875379853878255&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1837875379853878255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1837875379853878255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-6848672152071011797</id><published>2008-11-18T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:08:55.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>For the past 3 years we have met together with some good friends from our neighborhood and had a 'pre-thanksgiving' dinner. We have tried out new recipes and enjoyed delicious food. We have played fun(ny) games and it seems that our group gets really excited about getting together for this. We got together last saturday and tried out some new recipes (sorry guys, mine weren't that great) and enjoyed some old favorites (thanks tamara). We have taken turns learning how to cook a turkey and I think just had a great time visiting! We had a wonderful, even spiritual evening together. Jeff had a great idea for everone to share some things that have happened to each of us during the past year, sort of a looking back on the year, and that usually helps you look into your future. It seems as if God has been leading all of us, in different ways, to draw closer to Him. It always makes me feel so special and so loved to know He is aware of me, but also realize how insignificant things of this life are. Like Moses, I realize I am no more than the dust, and yet He knows me by name! Thank you, to all of my friends, who have taught me more about faith and love. Most of the lessons best learned are taught by example, not a lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been very busy for us, probably because we aren't used to having to do anything! Nothing exciting is hgappening, but there is so much to do and not enough time to do it! (Especially when you sleep til 8) Lachlan has finally started sleeping through the night, so I really have no good excuse, but I have been getting to bed past midnight the last 3 or 4 nights and I'm tired! Rowan has been sick with some weird stomach bug thing. My neighbor said her little girl (1 week older than Rowan) has had a similar thing. Little Peanut says "tummy hurts, mommy" all day, will hardly eat anything,  and has thrown up 2x and had many yukky diapers. Does anyone know what this is? It has been going on since Halloween. Poor little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally getting around to making my dining room curtains. I bought the fabric about 2 years ago, I guess. Then we moved and I never made them. Now we are back and I am excited to make and put up the roman shades. I actually special ordered this fabric from Joann's ( I had a 50% off coupon) I've never done that before. It was VERY exciting!@ The fabric looks really retro, but modern. I LOVE it! I even have enough to redo the shade on the glass back door. I can probably make some seat cushions or pillows too. I will post pictures too. Maybe do a tutorial, would anyone like that? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-6848672152071011797?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/6848672152071011797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=6848672152071011797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6848672152071011797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6848672152071011797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/11/pre-thanksgiving.html' title='Pre Thanksgiving'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-8832155248467738869</id><published>2008-11-16T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:39:23.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest</title><content type='html'>Abram &amp;amp; I came across an interesting &lt;a href="http://winthishistorichome.blogspot.com/"&gt;contest&lt;/a&gt;. You write an essay, submit a $100 entry fee and you get a chance to win a home! Pretty interesting idea. People are getting desperate in these times. I myself have come up with a few 'schemes' in case our house doesn't sell quickly, but I wasn't that creative!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone going to try their luck? Abram is encouraging me to send one in. He says he'll be glad to move to NM if he won a house for $100.00. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-8832155248467738869?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/8832155248467738869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=8832155248467738869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8832155248467738869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8832155248467738869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/11/contest.html' title='Contest'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-1862731696269602953</id><published>2008-11-14T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:54:32.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>especially cool</title><content type='html'>My friend sent me this link for a &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/slideshow/oprahshow/20081029_tows_messyhouse/7"&gt;free photo book&lt;/a&gt;. It really was begging to be posted here because it has the same title as my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/slideshow/oprahshow/20081029_tows_messyhouse/7" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/slideshow/oprahshow/20081029_tows_messyhouse/7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I actually made my book last night and it was very quick and easy, but mostly because I already have an account with snapfish and my pics were already uploaded and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;The book is totally custom, 20 pages, hard bound 8 1/2 x 11. It is a $30 book - for free! You pay $6.99 s/h.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Oprah!&lt;br /&gt;Now go scrapbooking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-1862731696269602953?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/1862731696269602953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=1862731696269602953&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1862731696269602953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1862731696269602953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/11/especially-cool.html' title='especially cool'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-3470013052982638445</id><published>2008-11-09T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:07:25.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your Guns</title><content type='html'>So with the new president-elect, there is a good chance something similar to the Brady Bill (or worse) will be put into effect next year.  It is pretty unbelievable to me that people in this country think it is a good idea to take away your 2nd amendment rights. I guess it really just shows that they are uneducated about it.  If you do any research you will discover that the more citizens that carry guns, the less crime there is. Any time you limit the civilians from carrying weapons, the crime rate sky-rockets. Anyway, Abram has owned guns since before I met him, but I think mostly for hunting. However during the years we've been married he has acquired a few hand guns and a concealed weapons permit. The more I research it, the more I feel like I should follow suit. Yesterday Abram took me to the shooting range and he taught me how to load and shoot some of our guns. I had never shot any before and even though Abram bought a pistol for me, I had no idea how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;I was very scared at first to use the guns, but he started me on a very smooth .22 rifle and moved me up to bigger guns that had more and more kick until I was pretty comfortable shooting a 9 mm in a quickshot fashion.  I even had pretty good groupings on my target for a 1st time shooter. I feel much more comfortable now and could probably protect myself and kids if I had to, heaven forbid.&lt;br /&gt;You ladies might think this is crazy but for awhile now I have wanted to start some kind of a gun awareness/self protection class for women. If I do, you'll all be invited.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-3470013052982638445?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/3470013052982638445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=3470013052982638445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3470013052982638445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3470013052982638445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-your-guns.html' title='Get your Guns'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-6035741126691723336</id><published>2008-10-28T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:21:12.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Optimistic Realist</title><content type='html'>A few of you wondered what was going on with the houses.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to try to sell the big house. The market is miserable right now. There are a few homes with the same square footage and acreage right down the street from ours that are listed about 200K less than we owe on ours. The only things we have going for us is those are right next to the freeway and they are in a less favorable town. (I know that is a matter of opinion, but for some reason it affects the prices here just because they are in a different county) But for a smart person who didn't have to worry about the school district, you'd think they'd get the cheaper home. There are so many short sales going on that no one wants to pay a real price for a home. Who can blame them. I certainly wouldn't do it. So we are praying for a miracle and expecting the worst.&lt;br /&gt;We had some wonderful help getting moved and are mostly all out of the big house. We started sleeping at our old house last Thursday night. I think my body had to acclimate to the warmth because I sweated like crazy the first two nights with the thermostat set at 70F. And having automatic hot water is like a miracle! I am astonished every time I turn the faucet to hot and it actually gets HOT! We really take our blessings for granted.&lt;br /&gt;It could be easy to wish we had never bought the big house, or to say we could have avoided a lot of problems and hard-times if we hadn't. But I am so grateful for the wonderful friends I made in our big house and the incredible lessons I learned about service and love. If those were the reasons we needed to go through some of the uncomfortable times we went through, then I gladly accept. What more important lesson can we learn then to be more christ-like and charitable?  So even if we end up having to give the house back to the bank and ruining our excellent credit scores (780) I feel at peace that we are doing our best and trying to live within our means. I know things will work out. I don't want people to feel sorry for us and I'm not blaming anyone else. Obviously we can't see the future, so we couldn't foresee this happening with the economy, but with all things there are inherent risk. We took a chance. I am grateful my husband is still healthy and able to provide for us. I know there are people in much worse situations than we are in and I am very thankful for our many blessings.&lt;br /&gt;  In the house we are back in I had put vinyl letters up in the dining room a few years ago that say " Count Your Blessings" and I always felt it was true enough to remind yourself of it daily. But I feel it resonates even more true to me now that I have been in this precarious situation.&lt;br /&gt;We had not planned on moving back, but now find it a blessing that we have a home to move back to. We hope this will put us in a much more secure position.&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you are healthy, happy and prepared for whatever lies ahead. For if you are prepared you shall not fear.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-6035741126691723336?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/6035741126691723336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=6035741126691723336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6035741126691723336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6035741126691723336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/10/optimistic-realist.html' title='The Optimistic Realist'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-8659528579219098135</id><published>2008-10-21T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:37:45.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement at the Big House</title><content type='html'>Things have been really exciting around here. We are moving out of the big house and back into our subdivision house. Hooray for our 'old' friends, and we are grateful for the new friends we've made.  I have been so thankful for all of the sunshine we've had because we ran out of propane about two months ago (thus no hot water and no heat) and the weekend it was freezing and it snowed, we were bitterly reminded of the miserable winter we spent here last year. But when the sun is shining and there isn't a lot of wind, the house warms up quite nicely. I am so grateful for the gorgeous weather we've been having!!&lt;br /&gt;Abram finally sold the hummer and now we are enjoying being a one-car family. We've actually been selling lots of our stuff on craigslist. It is liberating to be free of stuff in lieu of cash :)&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I was trying out a peanut butter cup recipe and unbeknownst to me, Aisling gave Lachlan a spoonful of peanut butter. You know how babies rub their food all over their face, well Within a few minutes he had broken out in these hive-like things and his eye began to really swell. He was still breathing ok, but his eye was getting worse and worse. His eyeball itself was actually swellin up in this gelatinous goo-like stuff. We were going to run to the store and buy Benadryl ( you know, our ox was in the mire!) but Abram was so freaked out he ran him straight to our optometric physician (who just happenes to live across the street :)) and he luckily had on hand some awesome eye drops that saved the day. So Hooray for Lachlan being ok, but bummer for the allergic reaction. I LOVE peanut butter and it will be so hard to keep it away from him. I hope he outgrows it or something because I'm selfish enough to want to keep it around. Obviously not if it is life-threatening, but a little hives never hurt anyone, right?  j/k&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit is is all my fault for him having the allergy. Whenever I judge others for having something with their kids, I always get it in my own kids. I should learn by now just to have a heart full of non-judgmental thought and then I won't be humbled so often. :) Honestly, not a week before this I was murmuring at co-op about how we can't have peanut butter at the school because 1 child is allergic. Little did I know.... :)&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to find a cure for him somehow. Anyone know a good voodoo doctor?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while we were at the neighbor's house observing lachlan's eye, the dogs got into the house, ate the whole pan of peanut butter cups, got into the chicken I was cooking and made an overall mess of the house and chewed a few shoes. We had left the house in such a hurry, we left the garbage open and the door didn't get shut tightly. Thankfully my bro and sister-in-law invited us for dinner. Abram said he hadn't enjoyed a steak like that in a really lomg time, and I loved the homemade mashed potatoes. Having them on thanksgiving just isn't enough. The pumpkin bars cake was so luscious and we always enjoy visiting them, we always over stay our welcome. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all enjoying the economy and having fun this fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-8659528579219098135?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/8659528579219098135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=8659528579219098135&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8659528579219098135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8659528579219098135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/10/excitement-at-big-house.html' title='Excitement at the Big House'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-581969020594750915</id><published>2008-10-09T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:12:46.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride 'em cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SO7H0IDUhLI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KOC4b5HB29w/s1600-h/P1050262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SO7H0IDUhLI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KOC4b5HB29w/s320/P1050262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255357513516483762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SO7HqbQ1TtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rMtc7yPBhF8/s1600-h/P1050218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SO7HqbQ1TtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rMtc7yPBhF8/s320/P1050218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255357346874740434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dracula in training&lt;br /&gt;The girls got invited to visit one of our neighbor's farms. He got his goat out to pet and let the kids have rides on his horse. Aisling was older than all the other cuties and got to help lead the horse around. Then he even let her ride the horse 'alone' with bridle. She had a wonderful time feeling like a real horsewoman. It is a continuing dream of hers to have horses and horse riding lessons.&lt;br /&gt;It was REALLY cold, but the kids had a terrific time.&lt;br /&gt;Last night as Aisling was heading up to bed she said, "I don't want to go to sleep, I want to go to Halloween."&lt;br /&gt;After Abram had chased the girls around in a dracula cape, Aisling said, "you scared my guts out!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-581969020594750915?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/581969020594750915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=581969020594750915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/581969020594750915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/581969020594750915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/10/ride-em-cowboy.html' title='Ride &apos;em cowboy'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SO7H0IDUhLI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KOC4b5HB29w/s72-c/P1050262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-8621331869772585049</id><published>2008-10-07T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:38:10.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here they are (pictures)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOusXC1yk0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/khDHuN_Kge4/s1600-h/P1050194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOusXC1yk0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/khDHuN_Kge4/s320/P1050194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254482902157267778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOusQszeCSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/HJ0dTHJKicQ/s1600-h/P1050193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOusQszeCSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/HJ0dTHJKicQ/s320/P1050193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254482793162737954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOusI88lHQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VWSGdMtVbos/s1600-h/P1050189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOusI88lHQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VWSGdMtVbos/s320/P1050189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254482660056964354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOur-C1toSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vG-l5T5hvnQ/s1600-h/P1050197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOur-C1toSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vG-l5T5hvnQ/s320/P1050197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254482472660214050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOur3XJZ7GI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ozf9FcQFdUI/s1600-h/P1050198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOur3XJZ7GI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ozf9FcQFdUI/s320/P1050198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254482357852433506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sorry the lighting is not good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-8621331869772585049?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/8621331869772585049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=8621331869772585049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8621331869772585049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8621331869772585049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-they-are-pictures.html' title='here they are (pictures)'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOusXC1yk0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/khDHuN_Kge4/s72-c/P1050194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-9036335328950340594</id><published>2008-10-06T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:39:59.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monumental Milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOqir_CyExI/AAAAAAAAAT4/lWUnXBYthjk/s1600-h/P1050199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOqir_CyExI/AAAAAAAAAT4/lWUnXBYthjk/s320/P1050199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254190791822283538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Lachlan pushed a toy car across the floor. He played with it for about 10 minutes. (which is a long time for him) Now he is on the road to becoming ' ( In the words of Pinocchio) 'a real boy'. It was very fun for us just to watch him be a 'boy'.&lt;br /&gt;He has been really sick and feeling quite miserable with a bad cold. Combined with the fever, the runny/stuffy nose and a cough, the poor guy has been very unhappy. I'm pretty sure he has a sore throat too. In fact, he may even have strep. Pobrecito! (anyone speak spanish?)&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics for Amberlie of the seat. And here are two of the "plush peanuts" I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason blogger is not allowing me to post any more pictures. I'll try again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-9036335328950340594?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/9036335328950340594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=9036335328950340594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/9036335328950340594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/9036335328950340594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/10/monumental-milestone.html' title='Monumental Milestone'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SOqir_CyExI/AAAAAAAAAT4/lWUnXBYthjk/s72-c/P1050199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-6698948079351905563</id><published>2008-10-06T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:44:32.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney vs. Families</title><content type='html'>Just kidding, i'm not trying to villainize Disney, but have you ever noticed how many of their animated movies have hero/heroines with only one (or less) parents?&lt;br /&gt;This is not a complete list, but just what comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;Snow White: orphan&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella: orphan&lt;br /&gt;Aurora: raised like an orphan (Prince Philip missing mother)&lt;br /&gt;Ariel: mother gone&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story's Andy: father gone&lt;br /&gt;Nemo: mom dead&lt;br /&gt;Bambi: mom, then dad die&lt;br /&gt;Brother Bear: Koda's mom dies, do the three boys have any parents?&lt;br /&gt;Lion King: dad dies&lt;br /&gt;jasmine: motherless&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Robinson's&lt;br /&gt;Fox and The Hound&lt;br /&gt;Cars (just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;Peter pan&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted (ok, that's not fully animated, but both Edward and the little girl are missing parents)&lt;br /&gt;Pete's Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Belle&lt;br /&gt;Let's throw Pirates of the Caribbean in there for fun. Elizabeth's mom is gone and Orlando is an orphan.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure there are more, but since we don't actually own any Disney animated movies, it is hard to remember them all.&lt;br /&gt;I know most of these stories are probably fairy tales or other stories that disney studios didn't actually write, but still, it's kind of a strange recurring theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anomolies:&lt;br /&gt; Mulan&lt;br /&gt;Robots (is that Disney?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ones did I miss?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-6698948079351905563?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/6698948079351905563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=6698948079351905563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6698948079351905563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6698948079351905563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/10/disney-vs-families.html' title='Disney vs. Families'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-6112482825534436397</id><published>2008-10-03T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:14:14.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Little Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SObdkLk4-tI/AAAAAAAAATw/uUPxvhST1Pw/s1600-h/P1050163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SObdkLk4-tI/AAAAAAAAATw/uUPxvhST1Pw/s320/P1050163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253129629026810578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My silly girls.&lt;br /&gt;Lachlan has been a slug. He has a fever and is just laying around feeling crummy. Poor guy. I guess maybe he's getting a tooth? It keeps me from getting a lot done, but I feel bad for the little fellow.&lt;br /&gt;I made those homemade marshmallows. The girs loved them. Not that they are gourmands, but I think they were a hit. Kinda fun to try something new anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I reupholstered a little seat. I think it looks pretty. it is my first try at that kind of thing and something I've wanted to learn how to do. Pretty basic but it is a start.  Now I can move on to chairs and couches. Ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-6112482825534436397?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/6112482825534436397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=6112482825534436397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6112482825534436397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6112482825534436397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-little-pigs.html' title='3 Little Pigs'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SObdkLk4-tI/AAAAAAAAATw/uUPxvhST1Pw/s72-c/P1050163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-7112174004268755624</id><published>2008-09-25T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:12:12.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SNviDjAFIsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mRtcfRugXvE/s1600-h/P1050142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SNviDjAFIsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mRtcfRugXvE/s320/P1050142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250038341193507522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soccer girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SNvhnISk0uI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7ok7UqMLdJs/s1600-h/P1050155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SNvhnISk0uI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7ok7UqMLdJs/s320/P1050155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250037852986987234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SNvhgx4chQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UdW8Ub4MaTw/s1600-h/P1050154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SNvhgx4chQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UdW8Ub4MaTw/s320/P1050154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250037743892595970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whatchu lookin' at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SNvhV1noVCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nKsvvXyGNZs/s1600-h/P1050146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SNvhV1noVCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nKsvvXyGNZs/s320/P1050146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250037555917247522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can't hear you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SNvhGLUvyiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/v8QWKjGm_ok/s1600-h/P1050135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SNvhGLUvyiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/v8QWKjGm_ok/s320/P1050135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250037286865717794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brenna's pencil roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got invited to participate in some field trips this morning. We went to Krispy Kreme to see how Donuts were made, and then to the fire station for a little tour.&lt;br /&gt;My kids have never been to K.K. before, so they were a bit fascinated there was a whole store just for donuts! Our tour guide was a little out of touch for kids this age, but he was sweet and the kids liked the hats and manhandling the dough.&lt;br /&gt;The firestation was very cool. One of the firemen put on his full suit and the breathing mask. Some of the kids were scared of him. With all their gear and suit and tank they carry about an extra 100 lbs. The kids got to get in the fire engine and got a plastic fire hat. Very cool. &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/abram/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Aisling decided to wear her dalmation coat so she could be the firehouse dog.&lt;br /&gt;We also got invited to go to the paramedic station his afternoon, but I don't think we'll go.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those of you who put this together for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;Lachlan is climbing all the way up the stairs. There are 16 of them and even a slight curve. He is obssesses by it. I can't put a gate in front of it, and there are many sharp edges and a tile floor below, so I'm constantly pulling him off and trying to distract him. I left my exersaucer and porta crib at my grams' house this week. We are trying to clean it out (her house), so I have no way to contain him. I'm considering putting a leash on him. :) I usually just taech my kids how to go downthe stairs properly, but he is still too small to reach the stairs with his knees and arms, He shouldn't be climbing stairs so young!&lt;br /&gt;I think I broke or at least badly injured my toe yesterday.  It is still really painful, hurts constantly and hard to walk.  It is only a little swollen and it isn't majorly bruised, so it doesn't seem like it should be broken, but it sure does hurt. I guess I'm just getting old!  I dropped a full glass bottle of balsamic vinegar right on the knuckle and it broke on my toe. Ouch! My garage smells great now.&lt;br /&gt;We got our school room set up in the bonus room upstairs and we are excited not to be stuck making messes on the dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;Abram found the USB cable so when I get time this weekend I'll post some pics. He's gone bow-hunting for the weekend. Hooray for him. Hope he has a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-7112174004268755624?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/7112174004268755624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=7112174004268755624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7112174004268755624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7112174004268755624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/09/field-trips.html' title='Field Trips'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SNviDjAFIsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mRtcfRugXvE/s72-c/P1050142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-1266290414433441009</id><published>2008-09-22T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:22:17.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two and thirty</title><content type='html'>It is our king's two and thirty birthday. He didn't get a black-bird pie, but we had cheesecake and chocolate cake and a fun home-made pizza party with his family. His little sister's birthday is one day prior to his, so we usually have a double party for them. This was the first time everyone has come over here for their party. It seems like we usually meet at a local park.&lt;br /&gt;Abram has been having fun this year designing and making knives and handles. He is really good at actually trying out things he finds interesting. He likes to read and learn about a subject and then do it. I come from a family of readers so I didn't realize it is unusual for men to read for recreation. He also reads to the kids most nights, which we all love. He used to be a really good snowboarder, and taught lessons at our local ski hill. He is going to take Aisling up this winter and try to teach her snowboarding. He also used to white water raft in the summers and also lead the trail rides on horseback. He loves to climb mountains and we've done two mountains together and will do more when the kids are older. He is going bow-hunting this week and is hoping to get an elk. He likes to do scavenging type activities; look for antlers, search for gold and gems, pick berries, search for arrowheads. He has a built- in map and compass in his head. He is amazing that way. He is strong and he is fast and he is interested in health and fitness and eating well and natural health. He would like to build a yurt or straw-bale home or some other type of self-sustaining building. He was into 'green' before it became the thing to do.  :) He loves to shop, if he has a dollar, he's scheming about how he can get the most out of it. He's really good at backing up trailers, tying good knots and doing other manly things. If I was stranded on a desert island, I would be okay as long as Abram was there. He is very good at survival skills and being prepared. He is also very handy but he's also good at baking breads and cooking. He is a true patriot and wants us to retain all of our freedoms. He is very supportive of me and a wonderful, romantic husband and a hard worker. He is lots of fun for our kids too. We are so lucky to have him as the king of our kingdom! Happy Birthday, Abey-baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-1266290414433441009?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/1266290414433441009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=1266290414433441009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1266290414433441009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1266290414433441009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-and-thirty.html' title='two and thirty'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-4436489417119488224</id><published>2008-09-19T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:13:00.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lockey-Locke</title><content type='html'>Today Lachlan has reached his 7 month mark. I can't even put up any cute pictures of my fuzzy-headed li'l guy. He has officially figured out how to crawl correctly. He's been 'crawling' for a month now, but it was more like a scooch. He is also crawling up (and down) small stairs. He'll stand up to anything, not just coffeetables and chairs, but walls, doors etc. Which is scary cuz how will he get back down? He wants to eat people food, and we give him some when we can but he still doesn't have a single tooth. He seems voracious when we all start eating. He slept through the night last night, the first time since he was born. (or maybe I just managed to sleep through him crying?)He is a ittle sweetie pie, even if he isn't really a cuddle bug. He's too busy to stop and snuggle. He loves music too. He likes to beat the rhythm out. we're glad he's part of our gang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-4436489417119488224?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/4436489417119488224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=4436489417119488224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4436489417119488224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4436489417119488224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/09/lockey-locke.html' title='Lockey-Locke'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-928013239011339107</id><published>2008-09-18T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:52:15.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arachnids</title><content type='html'>this week we have been reading about arachnids. Did you know that daddylonglegs is not  a spider? It is an arachnid, but it does not spin webs and it does not have two body parts (cephelothorax &amp;amp; abdomen) that other spiders have. There are over 7,000 species of daddylonglegs! Who took the time to count? :) Also, I did not know that was their official name. I thought it was a name kids called them. Like Roly Poly. Arachnids are quite interesting .  The jumping spider is a really fun one. If you get the chance, check out some books about them.&lt;br /&gt;Aisling has been gone this week on a trip with her grandma &amp;amp; grandpa. She would be happy as a clam if Abram &amp;amp; I keeled over dead so she could live with them permanently. (At least til she got older and came to her senses) She thinks life is All about Having Fun! When I tried to explain to her that life isn't all about having fun, she said, "well, having fun is the BEST part of life!" It has been much quieter and calmer here without her, but I do miss her. The other girls just werent' as excited about the projects like she always is. We made masks to have a Wild Rumpus (see Where The Wild Things Are) and they just did not get into it like she would.&lt;br /&gt;Rowan came &amp;amp; got in bed with me sometime around 5 am I think. Then started gagging around 6. She dry heaved a bunch over the sink, but nothing came. I remembered she hadn't eaten much of her dinner. It sems that Brenna has done that a few times, where she got sick because she had an empty stomach.  Have your kids ever done that? She ate a big bowl of cereal and has been fine ever since. That is one of the worst feelings, when you're sleeping soundly in your bed and a child next to you starts to throw up, you know the next minute you're going to be covered in you- know- what! You panic, scrambling to get them out of the bed, but you don't want them to throw up on the carpet, and still half asleep... you'll probably hit your head on the door, trip over the doll she dropped there when she crawled in bed with you, slip on the wet floor from your husband showering and not wiping his feet on the rug and end up laying in barf anyway. I should write one of those Laura Numeroff books, like If You give A Mouse A Cookie, only it would be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; bit different!&lt;br /&gt;We are going to have an empty house after this weekend. No, not the one we live in, but our Boise house. So now we have two houses to clean up and get ready to put on the market. Obviously we'd rather sell this big expensive one first, but whatever. If either of them sells, it will just reduce our stress. We recently looked in on a house we had really liked a couple years ago, but at the time it was a brand new house and listed at $500,000. Well, it never sold and it is now listed at $369,000. that is exciting, but it is also discouraging. It is a really beautiful home with wonderful craftmanship, but it is still a lot of money, and what does that mean for us trying to sell our two homes? We can only wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;Abram signed us up for a one-disc-at-a-time netflix membership which I'm still not very happy about. I feel like watching movies is kind of a waste of time when we already have too many things to do with our time. Anyway, this has enabled us to watch all sorts of movies that we probably would never have seen. None that I really feel like I am SO glad! I got to see that. Most of them were more like, I could've lived my life without having seen that.  One we watched that we did enjoy was Lars and The Real Girl. Now, we are not the normal movie types. We like unique films that make you think, not the ones you sit back and laugh at the mindless, crude humor. So the disclaimer is that most people might not like this film. It has some very uncomfortable scenes.. very awkward I should say. I guess it is worse for guys to watch then girls. If you have seen it, tell me what you thought!&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite movie, and the one you thought was incredibly a waste of time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-928013239011339107?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/928013239011339107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=928013239011339107&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/928013239011339107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/928013239011339107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/09/arachnids.html' title='Arachnids'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-3623253194383391945</id><published>2008-09-15T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:21:05.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects</title><content type='html'>Well, I still haven't found the cable to the camera so am unable to download any pictures. It is hard for me to feel like I have a proper post without any visual aid. Anyway, here are a few of the things I've been doing. (copying other clever, crafty people)&lt;br /&gt;Made 4 of &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_3&amp;amp;listing_id=14667983"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; cuties. I made a dog, a cat, a bunny and a monkey. They are so cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;I made some of these &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_6&amp;amp;listing_id=11779708"&gt;magnets&lt;/a&gt; with my kids, my sister, and her kids. It is fun and easy!&lt;br /&gt;I tried out this &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_1&amp;amp;listing_id=14808266"&gt;pattern&lt;/a&gt; with my friend Tara and got hooked. I made one with a cowboy/indian theme. I am ready to make a bunch more of those.&lt;br /&gt;I made this &lt;a href="http://annamariahorner.com/pillowcase.dress.by.annamaria.pdf"&gt;pillowcase dress &lt;/a&gt;a while ago. It was a tiny bit more work than I was anticipating. So I only made one.&lt;br /&gt;I found a wonderful cookbook at the library. It is the &lt;a href="http://www.barefootcontessa.com"&gt;Barefoot Contessa&lt;/a&gt;. I usually check out a few cookbooks every time I go to the library, but I usually flip through them unimpressed and unmotivated. This one is chock full of motivating recipes and gorgeous pictures. It really has got me drooling and ready to get in the kitchen and make food from scratch. They even have a recipe for home made marshmallows I'm dying to try and a to-die-for-looking cheesecake.&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/abram/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/abram/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how they turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/abram/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-3623253194383391945?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/3623253194383391945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=3623253194383391945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3623253194383391945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3623253194383391945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/09/projects.html' title='Projects'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-4297537383981606445</id><published>2008-09-10T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:32:02.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schooling</title><content type='html'>I've had a few people ask me what we are doing for school. Here is a little summary of what we have been doing this week.&lt;br /&gt;Brenna has been working on her letters. She's got A &amp;amp; B down and has been working on C &amp;amp; D. She did her numbers 1-10 already. We are working on her cutting skills. This week we are focusing on different kinds of feet. (paws, claws, talons, diggers, sticky feet etc)&lt;br /&gt;Aisling has been working on reading. Yesterday we did the sh combo. She read Hop on Pop and Put Me in the Zoo with help. She knows her vowels and we are practicing the short and long sounds of each. She learned about the earth's core, mantle and crust. This week we are focusing on mammals. We will be taking a trip to the zoo tomorrow to look at mammals and different animals' feet.&lt;br /&gt;Rowan can count pretty well. She is in the teens. We are focusing on colors and shapes which she's almost got down.  She also gets to learn about mammals and feet and go to the zoo with us. :)&lt;br /&gt;We are having lots of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-4297537383981606445?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/4297537383981606445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=4297537383981606445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4297537383981606445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4297537383981606445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/09/schooling.html' title='Schooling'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-7037285217868691093</id><published>2008-09-08T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:19:21.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Touch</title><content type='html'>This weekend I made brownies to take to a function. But I didn't have 2 eggs like the recipe calls for on the box. So I tried that substitution of 2 TBS oil and 1 TBS water for 2 eggs. I guess it doesn't work for mixes. The water mixed in to the powder, but when I pulled the pan out after baking, the oil had separated and there was about 1 inch puddle of oil sitting on top of this gooey mess. So weird! I also made a huckleberry pie with the remaining huckleberries we picked. I used a fake crust (ok, not a fake one, but a frozen pre-made one) and made a crumb topping. It seemed underbaked. It was like huckleberry soup. Maybe we needed to let it cool first. It feels so strange to me to have my desserts not turn out. I'm not a pro, but I usually have good success with my sweets. I did make no bake cookies on Tuesday, and they turned out just fine. Maybe there is hope.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else feel tied to the house because of nap schedules? Afternoons are out of the question, and mornings really should be off limits too. But when can a mother of a 2 yr old and a baby run errands and go to the park and do all the fun things mothers with young children are supposed to do? Wish I could afford a nanny to stay home with the sleeping one(s) sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Whch reminds me. What do you pay your babysitter? I've never gotten a sitter because I don't know what to pay one. (oh and the fact that we don't go out hardly ever)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-7037285217868691093?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/7037285217868691093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=7037285217868691093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7037285217868691093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7037285217868691093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/09/losing-my-touch.html' title='Losing My Touch'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-5523036116776109268</id><published>2008-09-03T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:11:52.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Training</title><content type='html'>Last night was worse. Lachlan woke up around 12 like usual and cried and cried and cried. I went in to feed him at 4:30.  I don't know if he slept at all in between. I think he might have. He would stop crying for a few minutes and then start again. Poor guy. Then he slept til 8. That part was great! It's only 8:40 and he is starting to sound tired. I hope he wont' cry so much tonight. I don't know how my husband has always been able to sleep through that stuff. Lucky guy.&lt;br /&gt;So I have a bunch of pictures I've been wanting to upload to my blog, but I can't find the USB cable to download them from the camera to the computer.  I've been looking for it for about 5 days. So strange, it disappeared and a different, unidentified USB cable showed up. Hmmmm. Mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a really bad day for Aisling. She was so wild and disobedient and attitude-y. She is in need of constant attention I guess. Why can't she just 'be'? Does anyone else have a wild child? What do you do to help them behave?&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Lachlan cried and cried when I put him down for his nap. He has been going down like an angel for the last week or so. No tears or fussing at all. He just lays there and goes to sleep. Not today. He's already traumatized from last night. He eventually went to sleep, but I hope that isn't the trade off. Sleeping more at night so he can cry more in the day. We'll see how long that lasts. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-5523036116776109268?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/5523036116776109268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=5523036116776109268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5523036116776109268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5523036116776109268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep-training.html' title='Sleep Training'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-5484210482533540276</id><published>2008-09-02T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:28:45.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day  -  The Day we refrain from Labor</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful time at the cabin. We went and picked huckleberries and the weather was perfect! The berry bushes were loaded and we got much more than last time in half the time. Rowan did a great job, she would sit by a bush and pick and eat.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Warm Lake. This day was cold and rainy. We decided to hit some hot springs. Of course everyone else had the same thought so each hot spring we stopped at had people in it already. ( I'm talking about spots on the side of the river, not a pay pool) So we luckily made it to this fabulous beach on the lake and it was rainy when we got there, but just stopped and the sun came out. It was remarkable. There weren't any people there! We unloaded the canoe and paddled around with the girls and had a picnic lunch. It even warmed up enough that the girls got in the water. Of course then they were cold every time the sun went behind the clouds and they got their clothes all wet. Just when we were leaving the hordes showed up. It couldn't have been more perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Then we stopped in at a hot spring and enjoyed the scummy soak. It was a huge 'pool' and the girls all enjoyed splashing around and collecting rocks and there was enough room for them to do so. Rowan has become a little fish, even without the swimming lessons the other two got. (Why don't they let two year olds take swim lessons?It seems with my kids, they increased their fear of getting their face wet with age) She puts her whole face under, eyes wide open and doggy paddles through the water. It is amazing to me to see her.&lt;br /&gt;We came back in time to actually work around here all day Monday. Call me crazy, but I just love getting things accomplished. I think I let it take precedence over fun a lot of the time. So this weekend satisfied Abram &amp;amp; me. We relaxed, played, and worked. We ate a lot of great food and spent time with family. Thanks Jeni, for inviting us to the cabin! Our girls loved playing with your girls.  :)&lt;br /&gt;So I decided the only way to get Lachlan to stop waking up so much was to go cold turkey on him and let him do the cry it out thing. I was so stressed about it! Last night when I went to bed I was in a cold sweat and felt near to tears with the prospect of a long night of sobbing baby. I then decided on the first night I'd get up about half way through (2 am) and feed him and then again about 6. But Crazy thing- he slept all the way til 1:45. And then again until 5:45. So he really didn't learn anything because the only times he woke up he still got fed. Crazy! The kid wakes up consistently every two hours on the dot for months, then suddenly he catches my vibe or something and decides to sleep til almost the exact timeframe I had laid out for him in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;So the night went rather well, but I'm afraid it accomplished nothing other than we both got a little more sleep. Which really is the point, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Melonie loaned me a book that I had tried a few times unsuccessfully to get from the library. It teaches that most kids are overtired and that is why they cry when it's bed time and fuss and act horribly. So I've been trying to put him down sooner and it has worked for him. He had gotten (me) into the habit of needing to lay by him and stroking him til he went to sleep. He has gone back to his old ways of laying down calmly and going to sleep on his own. Now if I could get it to work for the girls.... :) If only getting them to sleep more would truly resolve their behavior problems.  We tried to put them down an hour earlier to test this theory. But they were just more of a problem. They didn't go to sleep. They fought and played and came down 10 times and we really weren't done dealing with them until the time after we would have normally put them to bed without a fuss. Ah well, life can't go perfectly all the time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-5484210482533540276?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/5484210482533540276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=5484210482533540276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5484210482533540276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5484210482533540276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-day-we-refrain-from-labor.html' title='Labor Day  -  The Day we refrain from Labor'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-195616769092929698</id><published>2008-08-29T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:00:32.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Giveaway</title><content type='html'>So First of all, I'd like to pose a question: When you leave a comment on my comments spot, do you have to do that annoying word verification thing? What is the purpose of that? It drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Next here is a &lt;a href="http://kirstikoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;cute gift shop&lt;/a&gt; who is offering a giveaway if you leave a comment on her blog under the item you like best.&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to do one of those giveaways so I can get more comments on my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;What is every one doing for their labor day weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Have a fun and safe time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-195616769092929698?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/195616769092929698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=195616769092929698&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/195616769092929698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/195616769092929698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-giveaway.html' title='Blog Giveaway'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-4288369417888259826</id><published>2008-08-28T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:57:51.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egg substitute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crayon roll'/><title type='text'>Extra Produce</title><content type='html'>I finally made a &lt;a href="http://www.skiptomylou.org/2007/04/25/on-a-roll/"&gt;crayon roll&lt;/a&gt; for Brenna. It turned out ok for a first try. The next attempt will be a pencil roll for Aisling. Hopefully these will help them not lose any crayons/colored pencils at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be going to Abram's sister's cabin 1 1/2 hours north of here for the weekend. We are really excited, we only get to go up there every couple years or so. It should be really fun. There are loads of huckleberries to pick and the weather is supposed to be more cool and enjoyable. I'm going to bring this FABULOUS cake for all of us to eat. It sounds gross, but it is so delicious!!! If you have green tomatoes in your garden this time of year, you must try this cake.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Green Tomato Cake&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;3 c. Flour&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;2c. Sugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;1 t. cinnamon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;1t. cloves&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;3 eggs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;2 t. vanilla&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;2 t. soda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;1 t. salt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;3 c. grated green tomatoes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;1 ½ c. vegetable oil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Mix sugar, oil and eggs together in a bowl; mix together remaining dry ingredients and add to egg&lt;br /&gt;mixture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Add vanilla and fold in tomatoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pour mixture into a greased 9x13 pan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bake at 300 F for one hour, cool and frost. ( or pour frosting over while still warm!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Cream Cheese Frosting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;8 oz. cream cheese&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;1 butter cube&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;4-5 c. powdered sugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Vanilla to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is a neat little tidbit for you: if you don't have any eggs and are right in the middle of baking something, you can substitute 2 TBS oil &amp;amp; 1 TBS water for two eggs. Pretty cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-4288369417888259826?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/4288369417888259826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=4288369417888259826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4288369417888259826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4288369417888259826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/08/extra-produce.html' title='Extra Produce'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-2796451120892692857</id><published>2008-08-26T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:12:39.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Fair Days'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SLRhqu25wyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wVpSgyDm-ZI/s1600-h/IMG_2351%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SLRhqu25wyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wVpSgyDm-ZI/s320/IMG_2351%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238919653299438370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the other kids are 'Baa'-ck to school.&lt;br /&gt;We are enjoying a visit from our spanish friend, Mari Carmen.&lt;br /&gt;It was about 100F yesterday, but today it is in the 70s. How wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;We don't have any plans for Labor Day weekend, like usual, but I have been trying to book a trip through bonus time with my parents' trendwest membership. We thought about going to Daytona Beach, but the weather there is poo-poo because of Hurricane Faye. So my main efforts have been to try to get to San Diego.  ( Sorry Jessica, we looked into flights to Dallas and they were about $550 each.)  They actually had 4 nights in a row for next weekend the 5,6,7,8, but we didn't act fast enough and they got booked. I am totally bummed. Abram has never been to California, so he isn't excited to go there. But I wouldn't care where it was, What we really want is some warm place we can sit on the beach and play in the sand and water with the kids. Whenever we go to the Oregon Coast, it is always too cold to enjoy it.  But San Diego is supposed to have lovely weather year round as I understand it. Some people are actually lucky enough to have family that live in places like that. They can go visit whenever they want.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe I'll implement "the Secret' and see if it works. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/abram/Desktop/IMG_2356.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/abram/Desktop/IMG_2356.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-2796451120892692857?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/2796451120892692857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=2796451120892692857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2796451120892692857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2796451120892692857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/08/fair-days.html' title='&apos;Fair Days&apos;'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SLRhqu25wyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wVpSgyDm-ZI/s72-c/IMG_2351%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-1063868553387878385</id><published>2008-08-20T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:16:44.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>Have any of you watched &lt;a href="http://thesecret.tv/"&gt;The Secret&lt;/a&gt; or read the book? It is the same principle that's outlined in Napolean Hill's book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think and Grow Rich&lt;/span&gt;. Abram and I watched it a year and a  half or two years ago. We thought it was interesting and I was willing to give it a try. But like usual, I didn't know what I wanted, so I couldn't send any vibes out to the universe! Then we started talking about going to Hawaii. So I very vaguely thought about that and on a whim put a surfboard sticker on my billfold so I would inadvertently think about it whenever I saw it. It was pretty amazing how it all came together in the end. Things seemed to work out perfectly and from the day we looked into booking a room to the day we left was less than a week. We were able to go for 10 days and spent about $2k- it even worked out perfectly for Abram to take the time off work.  I have suspicions that it was The Secret at work!&lt;br /&gt;I never did anything with The Secret after that, but we just watched it again last week. Abram has been talking about going to South America to climb Aconcogua. He expects it will cost at least $3500 plus about two weeks away from work. I told him he could go if he came up with the 'extra' money somehow. I tried to convince Abram he should give The Secret a try. I myself hardly gave it another thought other than, "I'm married to Bruce Wayne and we are really rich" ( Can you tell we just watched Dark Knight?) ha ha ha!! Anyway, since then I've received two random, unexpected checks in the mail. One was only $25 but the other was $250. Not Bruce Wayne, but not bad!&lt;br /&gt;Today Abram called and said he got a check in the mail for $1000.&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have seen the movie, they talk about getting checks in the mail. So weird!&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Coincidence, or The Secret?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-1063868553387878385?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/1063868553387878385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=1063868553387878385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1063868553387878385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1063868553387878385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/08/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-5544120716368386743</id><published>2008-08-17T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:52:48.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hook up the I.V.</title><content type='html'>Maybe this is strange, but I don't really know what I want. The times I have sat down to make a list of what I want out of life, the list has come back mostly empty with a few generics. I think some of this is partly because of the stage of life I'm in right now has me pretty limited. I have a nursing baby and three other relatively small kids. So I guess I keep thinking I can do things with my life later.&lt;br /&gt;I recently heard an ad on the radio about some I.V. thing that stood for Intentional Vision. It really struck me when I heard that. I have just been letting life happen. I haven't really taken charge of it.  I want to have a life with intention, because I know when I set my mind to something I can accomplish it.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel bad about the time wasted, but excited to start this new path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to some moms over the weekend. It seems the consensus is that I need to use the cry-it-out method. I feel really bad about using that with babies. I don't mind as much when they are older and I know for sure they are Okay. But maybe it is better to do it when they are younger and not so set in their ways. I feel like they'll think they have been abandoned and it will hurt their little psyche and make them feel like the world is unsafe and they can't trust people. But maybe it will just help them learn to mind. Someone said that it taught babies to respect you. ( Do babies need to learn that?) The only one I really did that with was Brenna and we all know how unstable she is. I mean she rips her hair out for heaven's sake! I must've mentally disturbed her.  :) please tell me what you have done with success with your own kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-5544120716368386743?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/5544120716368386743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=5544120716368386743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5544120716368386743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5544120716368386743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/08/hook-up-iv.html' title='Hook up the I.V.'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-9093193403193974070</id><published>2008-08-15T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:00:15.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='service group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair clips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high dive'/><title type='text'>The Busy Last Days of Summer Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SKjzXs7tToI/AAAAAAAAAOk/s3l_jBLA-HM/s1600-h/P1050078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SKjzXs7tToI/AAAAAAAAAOk/s3l_jBLA-HM/s320/P1050078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235702155342335618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of swimming lessons. The girls did a great job. I was a bit disappointed in Brenna's class. I felt Brenna was ready for more than what they did. But maybe the rest of the kids weren't ready. Brenna got to go off the slide into the water and she went twice and wanted to go more. Only one other kid went off it and he had to be coaxed for about 10 minutes before he actually slipped and went down the slide. Brenna had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Aisling really amazed me today. She went off the HIGH dive! She told me on Wed. that she was going to do it. I guess I should feel bad to say I didn't believe her. I honestly thought she would get up there, stand up there for about 10 minutes and then turn around. There is no disgrace in that. But I really thought she would be too scared. This is my girl who just recently started playing on fast food playgrounds. She was always too scared! She gets scared walking on uneven ground, reflective floors or anything with gaps. I was amazed she made it up the ladder! She just walked very carefully to the edge, looked down and jumped! No hesitating! Incredible! I thought she was awesome. I don't think I jumped off any diving board 'til I was in my late teens. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SKjut6dtivI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vdCWPJb62FU/s1600-h/P1050124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SKjut6dtivI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vdCWPJb62FU/s320/P1050124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235697039373601522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had our annual "august birthday party", something we've been doing forever. We originally had 4 august birthdays and then when we started having kids of our own, the number grew to 9.  We had a terrific time thanks to my sister for putting together the T. Family Water olympics, complete with opening and closing ceremonies, medals and lots of water. She is already scheming for next year's celebration.&lt;br /&gt;We had delicious mexican food, a T. family favorite. I was given a wonderful sweet pork recipe with a refreshing and tasty tomatillo dressing recipe. I made that last night for the party and I think it was well received. Just email me for the recipe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SKjuTwNShBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/al9V0M0Yko0/s1600-h/P1050128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SKjuTwNShBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/al9V0M0Yko0/s320/P1050128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235696589943768082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also received instruction and supplies to make these fabulous hair flower clips. Wow!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today the kids got to attend their monthly service project party. It is a wonderful group hosted by a sweet lady in our ward, Amity H. She comes up with the neatest ideas. This month we made edible flower arrangements. Aisling gave hers away at the party, but Brenna's recipient wasn't home when we stopped by.  They were very easy and a delightful gift to give or receive.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SKjukCMdqBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tsN-Tn-3S2M/s1600-h/P1050122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SKjukCMdqBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tsN-Tn-3S2M/s320/P1050122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235696869650049042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adorable little boy is exhausting me. I need some ideas. He is up a LOT during the night, and seems to be hungry! He doesn't just suckle and go back to sleep. He wants the full meal. I am feeding him almost every two hours and it is wearing me down. What did you all do with your babies? He'll be 6 months old next week. He is starting to crawl around and starting to eat a little bit of rice cereal. He is just the cutest guy who loves his family so much. He just lights up when someone walks into the room, and that of course makes him all the more endearing to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-9093193403193974070?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/9093193403193974070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=9093193403193974070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/9093193403193974070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/9093193403193974070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-last-day-of-swimming-lessons.html' title='The Busy Last Days of Summer Break'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SKjzXs7tToI/AAAAAAAAAOk/s3l_jBLA-HM/s72-c/P1050078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-8815967580202883356</id><published>2008-08-13T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:41:55.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='co-op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pencil case'/><title type='text'>Getting Ready for School</title><content type='html'>We are preparing for school. Aisling will be staying home for school again and we are excited about all the fun learning we get to do. Brenna will be starting  preschool learning this fall as well, so I no longer have to feel guilty about not teaching her earlier. (Aisling could write her name at 3, oops!)&lt;br /&gt;We are also going to be involved in  a local home-school co-op. They meet every fFriday with an assembly, pledge of allegiance, etc. Then the kids have 3 classes and a lunch. The parents take turns each semester teaching and helping out. Aisling gets to take Art, Fairy Tales and Folk- Lore, and Geology. Brenna will get to take ABC's and 123's, Play Time, and Music N Movement. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;We went to go get school supplies for the girls and I was looking at the lame-o pencil boxes they had for sale ( I'm ashamed to say we went to China-Mart)and junky backpacks. Very disappointing. So I got online knowing I could find something beautiful and long-lasting and handmade. If any of you haven't heard of ETSY.com, check it out. It is a treasure trove of artisans at your fingertips. Just look at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=12762587"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;! I think they are a bit expensive but they will probably last a long time and they are just lovely. Now I gotta find something to sell so I can justify spending that kind of money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-8815967580202883356?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/8815967580202883356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=8815967580202883356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8815967580202883356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/8815967580202883356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-ready-for-school.html' title='Getting Ready for School'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-1076326043004553404</id><published>2008-08-11T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:22:34.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>Party in The Park</title><content type='html'>We actually did something fun for once. Unfortunately we have no pictures to document the fact.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went to Settler's Park. Those of you who live around here know it is a really awesome place and just gets better and better as they add on to it. They now have a musical area and a rock climbing area. We went to play in the water area and cool off and they were having a huge 'benefit' party so there were jump houses and barbecues and Princess Belle walking around and a ton of people. They were also setting up for their Friday night movie where everyone sits/lays all over the lawn and watch a family movie on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giant&lt;/span&gt; projector screen. The kids were very sad we weren't staying to watch BEE movie. But it didn't start til after 9:30. We had a great time playing in the water, climbing the 'mountains', running around on the playground and making songs on the giant gongs, chimes and so forth. The town we live in isn't as bad as I thought. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-1076326043004553404?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/1076326043004553404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=1076326043004553404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1076326043004553404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1076326043004553404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/08/party-in-park.html' title='Party in The Park'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-204825015383536935</id><published>2008-08-05T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:30:17.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Grammy J!</title><content type='html'>Today is my grandma Joan's Birthday. Unhappily she passed away in June. But I have been thinking of her all day, how we would love to go visit her, share our pie with her, have a big august birthday party like we used to. I miss her so much! She was the most fun grandma!&lt;br /&gt;I try not to feel sad about her being gone, knowing how happy she is reunited with her husband and other loved ones. I wanted to share this sentiment my cousin shared with me,  with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.                                                              &lt;p&gt;Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"&lt;/p&gt;                                                              &lt;p&gt;"Gone where?"&lt;/p&gt;                                                              &lt;p&gt;Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.&lt;/p&gt;                                                              &lt;p&gt;Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-204825015383536935?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/204825015383536935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=204825015383536935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/204825015383536935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/204825015383536935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-grammy-j.html' title='Happy Birthday, Grammy J!'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-7012138137262814274</id><published>2008-08-05T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:44:10.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picking berries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pie'/><title type='text'>Blackberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJi7g3hLFTI/AAAAAAAAANA/-lK_n7zu6hA/s1600-h/P1050102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJi7g3hLFTI/AAAAAAAAANA/-lK_n7zu6hA/s320/P1050102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231137140524127538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went across the street and picked blackberries. There was a huge bush growing across the canal which couldn't be accessed really.  We did treacherously get a few off that bush, and a few more off another. We thought, well, maybe we'll have enough to bake a pie. So we brought them home and dumped them into the colander and measured about 10 cups! :) We made blackberry milkshakes last night and I'll be baking some pies today. Who has any vanilla ice cream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-7012138137262814274?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/7012138137262814274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=7012138137262814274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7012138137262814274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7012138137262814274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/08/blackberries.html' title='Blackberries'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJi7g3hLFTI/AAAAAAAAANA/-lK_n7zu6hA/s72-c/P1050102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-7720524051329583666</id><published>2008-08-04T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:47:37.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coincidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><title type='text'>Crazy Good Luck, or more?</title><content type='html'>We have been trying to get into swim lessons. Well, let me rephrase that. We *tried* to sign up at the local pool, but we were too early, they hadn't opened yet the two times we swung by. They also didn't take reservations over the phone. I had gotten so busy or preoccupied that I forgot about it. This morning it was on my mind, and I felt like, 'let's get in the car right now and go down there'. I even had the girls grab their swim suits &lt;just&gt;. So, unbelievably, today was the first day of the very last session, and they had one opening each in the two classes I needed and on top of that, they were the only ones of those classes that were at the same time and they were starting right that minute! The girls jumped out of the car and got in their suits and had their first lesson right then. It couldn't have been more perfect! I spent the time trying to comfort Rowan that she couldn't get in and then the rest of the time trying to keep her out of the pool and the men's changing room.&lt;br /&gt;A cool side note, Lynette A. had two of her kids in at the same time. So I got to visit with her and maybe we'll arrange a little carpooling. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-7720524051329583666?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/7720524051329583666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=7720524051329583666&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7720524051329583666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/7720524051329583666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-good-luck-or-more.html' title='Crazy Good Luck, or more?'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-2866118332942893686</id><published>2008-08-03T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:02:11.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread recipe'/><title type='text'>Homemade Whole Wheat Bread</title><content type='html'>I am very excited about the new recipe I've been using to make our bread. Our old recipe was great, but it was half wheat/half white. This new recipe is so quick and easy. No need to wait around for it to rise or anything. It used to take half the day or more to bake my bread, but this morning I got it all done before church at 10:20. To tell the truth, the thing I am most excited about is this brilliant idea to bake your bread in juice cans. The reason I really love this is because my kids won't eat crust, so they end up throwing 1/3 of the sandwich away and thus have to eat about 3 sandwiches before they're full. The juice can bread has only a crust on the top on a minor one on the bottom. And the bread is all round so it is easy and fun for kids to eat. Here is the link. Please check it out, it is SO COOL! http://creativehomemakers.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;2008/06/to-die-for-whole-wheat-bread.html&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I don't know how to do a link yet, but there is the address instead. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-2866118332942893686?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/2866118332942893686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=2866118332942893686&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2866118332942893686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/2866118332942893686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/08/homemade-whole-wheat-bread.html' title='Homemade Whole Wheat Bread'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-1254609214209351740</id><published>2008-07-31T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:59:55.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoidance &amp; Indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKKJNo60_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/56ZqfyiS7p0/s1600-h/P1050073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKKJNo60_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/56ZqfyiS7p0/s320/P1050073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229394008215311346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKJ8k1wWRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/I6QmnSQ-I3U/s1600-h/P1050088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKJ8k1wWRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/I6QmnSQ-I3U/s320/P1050088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229393791104866578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKJf-R4dcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SrmG9Ivy098/s1600-h/P1050074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKJf-R4dcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SrmG9Ivy098/s320/P1050074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229393299717518786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKJX1zLTPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zuDSkQ5H6H8/s1600-h/P1050079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKJX1zLTPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zuDSkQ5H6H8/s320/P1050079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229393160002292978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we hadn't done much of anything fun this summer yet. And we got a special pass to a pool for the week. Therefore, I was determined to go everyday this week with the kids and hope Abram could come at least once or twice. Well, so far so good! But the house is being neglected and we have a lot of things to do, but tomorrow is the last day! Then I promise I'll be good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-1254609214209351740?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/1254609214209351740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=1254609214209351740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1254609214209351740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/1254609214209351740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/07/avoidance-indulgence.html' title='Avoidance &amp; Indulgence'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKKJNo60_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/56ZqfyiS7p0/s72-c/P1050073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-7999759818115667066</id><published>2008-07-28T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:09:40.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2017612633080575579&amp;amp;site=widget-5b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2017612633080575579&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5b.slide.com/p1/2017612633080575579/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKMNq5cYsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/c3_OikOZ5BY/s320/P1050007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229396283811979970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm four now, but I'm still gonna have little hair." -Brenna Eve&lt;br /&gt;Today is our number 2 girl's birthday! Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;Brenna is our little darling Brown haired girl. She is very good at sharing and is the peace maker.&lt;br /&gt;She can spell her name and count to 20. She is the brave girl too. She likes to hang out with Aisling and her friends and has a wild imagination. Brenna loves to tell us about all of her friends with crazy made-up names that always do things they aren't supposed to do, or her teachers who teach her to do naughty things. She is incredibly loving and will kiss and hug you enough to drive you crazy. I think sometimes she borders on manic! :) She enjoys playing with Lachlan, too much, if you know what I mean. She and Rowan are starting to get along better and play together. She loves to wear dresses and skirts and can't wait for her hair to be long enough to put in braids and pig tails.&lt;br /&gt;She is our night owl, but she is great at staying bed and twisting her hair. :)&lt;br /&gt;We love you, Brenna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-973783055728448430?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/973783055728448430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=973783055728448430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/973783055728448430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/973783055728448430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-brenna.html' title='Happy Birthday, Brenna!'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKMNq5cYsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/c3_OikOZ5BY/s72-c/P1050007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-3667839539762076712</id><published>2008-07-25T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:04:56.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way to One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKLVqjawlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-yPJZtg5NuQ/s1600-h/P1050002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKLVqjawlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-yPJZtg5NuQ/s320/P1050002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229395321646924370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lachlan is starting to move towards the road out of babyhood. He is starting to sit up alone and getting ready to learn to crawl. You can set him down in one part of the room and minutes later he'll be somewhere else. He is ready to start eating food too.&lt;br /&gt;We got the bill from the E.R. They want $530. woopee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-3667839539762076712?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/3667839539762076712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=3667839539762076712&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3667839539762076712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3667839539762076712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-way-to-one.html' title='On the way to One'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SJKLVqjawlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-yPJZtg5NuQ/s72-c/P1050002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-5935164223999602160</id><published>2008-07-21T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:27:51.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running for your Mind</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went running.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I've gone running. ( More like a slow jog :)) More than a year. but it has been even longer than that since I've done my old route that I used to run in my pre-married days when I lived here with my parents. Every way you go from our house there is a hill of substantial size, so when you're out of shape it's quite a daunting prospect to consider. But just down a tiny bit of hill is the large canal that runs parallel to the main road, in a meandering sort of way. This is the way I used to run, down along the canal for about 1/2 mile or so, then up a steep hill and backtrack a bit to follow a branch of the canal through some farmer's fields for another 1/2 mile or more out onto a main road and then back about a mile or more. It is such a beautiful jog, along a lush canal lined with trees and shrubs and ducks and sometimes snakes. The sun was just about to go down, so the sky was beautiful, the air had cooled a bit from the 100F it had been earlier. It was so refreshing to be out alone, to let my mind free. I wanted to keep running forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-5935164223999602160?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/5935164223999602160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=5935164223999602160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5935164223999602160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/5935164223999602160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/07/running-for-your-mind.html' title='Running for your Mind'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-3756327808348640102</id><published>2008-07-10T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:29:11.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E.R.Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SHaNKkin00I/AAAAAAAAAKY/JsafcfzRqXc/s1600-h/P1040770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SHaNKkin00I/AAAAAAAAAKY/JsafcfzRqXc/s320/P1040770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221516030729769794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I spoke too soon. Or maybe I jinxed myself. I should have knocked on wood! I took Lachlan to the E.R. last night. He is just fine, so don't be alarmed. He had a high fever for 2 days and his fontanel (soft spot) was bulging. I thought that was a bit strange, so I googled it online and everything I read said meningitis or encephalitis. There was no other reason (besides shaken baby syndrome) for a swollen fontanel. So I got a little concerned and still thought, I'm sure he's fine. He doesn't have any other symptoms. But I called a nice man in our ward who is a GP and he advised me to take him to the E.R. right away.  That got me a little alarmed. but he was behaving so normal, smiling and playing and eating great. I thought there can't possibly be anything wrong with him.  I called a few nurses and  my mom and they all said take him in! So I did. The ER doc came in and said, this guy looks like a million bucks! Why is he in here? So we did a CBC and they said he looked great, everything was normal and just to keep an eye on him. I was quite relieved that they didnt' do a lumbar puncture ( spinal tap) because I've heard those are very unpleasant and risky too. The blood draw was bad enough on the poor little guy.  I'm thankful he is ok, and that I only had to pay $100 for the ER visit and then whatever the lab work costs, but as much as I would like to think, sheesh, I didnt' need to go do that, you really don't want to take any chances with meningitis. All the staff were very wonderful at the Meridian St. Lukes E.R. night shift. We got home about 12:30 am and Lachlan's fever seems to have diminished and you hardly notice his "bump" at all. Thanks for all the prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-3756327808348640102?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/3756327808348640102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=3756327808348640102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3756327808348640102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/3756327808348640102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/07/ervisit.html' title='E.R.Visit'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SHaNKkin00I/AAAAAAAAAKY/JsafcfzRqXc/s72-c/P1040770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-6992741030010413438</id><published>2008-07-09T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:51:03.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say...</title><content type='html'>Aisling:&lt;br /&gt;" look at Lachlan's face, he's white as a sheep!"&lt;br /&gt;Brenna:&lt;br /&gt;"good Night! Sweet Germs, mom"&lt;br /&gt;"that boy isn't nice. He's a bad word."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-6992741030010413438?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/6992741030010413438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=6992741030010413438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6992741030010413438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/6992741030010413438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/07/kids-say.html' title='Kids say...'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653159848898014587.post-4768860249817647024</id><published>2008-07-07T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:51:55.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to ChildHood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SHagioEUw4I/AAAAAAAAALU/7iHvUKMg8qI/s1600-h/P1040599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SHagioEUw4I/AAAAAAAAALU/7iHvUKMg8qI/s320/P1040599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221537334714221442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person who has made it through 30 years of life with no stitches or broken bones or visits to the ER for any reason, I am quite ignorant when it comes to what we may label "emergencies". My fear has been that something bad will happen and I won't recognize it as serious and then Abram will come home and I'll be in major trouble for not taking our child to the ER as they are bleeding to death on the couch. (that's a little sarcasm) Just this week I've had two of the typical childhood scares that could have ( but didn't ) end up in the ER.&lt;br /&gt;First Rowan fell of her bar stool somehow and I think she must've hit her chin on it, because she split her chin open.  It was a small gash, only about 1/2 inch long, but it was kind of split pretty good. So I wasn't sure what I should do. My tendency is to downplay everything, so I thought maybe I should up-play it. I did end up taking her into our Pediatrician because we have a copay. I let them assess and they said if she was older they would probably stitch it but at this age it would be more traumatizing and the location on her chin enabled them to just pull it back together as best as they could and bandage it without worrying so much about the scarring.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Brenna was sticking her fingers up her nose and told me she had really big boogers. Then suddenly she burst into hysterical crying and screaming saying it hurt and she couldn't get them out. They hysterical crying and screaming is normal occurrence for her, so I annoyedly told her to calm down and just go get a kleenex. I certainly didn't want her wiping big boogers on the carpet or couch.  She walked around the kitchen still screaming, with her fingers up her nose saying she couldn't find the kleenex. I told her they were on the counter. She countinued bawling and wandering around the kitchen  saying she couldn't find the counter. At this point I was less annoyed and more amused. She came in and said she wanted me to stick my fingers up there and get them out because they really hurt. I tried not to laugh as I explained my finger would not fit up her nose. I got up and helped her find the counter and the kleenex and showed her how to blow really hard to blow those big boogers out. She tried once or twice and went on crying that she couldn't get them out and they hurt! Finally she got me to understand that she had put two beads up her nose, one up each nostril and they were stuck up there. ARGH! I kinda started feeling freaked out, thinking how on earth will I get them out? Will I have to take her to the ER? What will they do there?  Can I use some tweezer-type tools? I asked her to stop pushing her fingers up her nose because I was certain she was just shoving them in farther and farther and I called Abram. When he was a little boy he put a roley poley up his nose. So I wanted to find out how he got it out. As I was on the phone with him telling him I needed him to help me, Brenna came in much relieved because she had blown really hard and the beads came out. Thank Goodness!  She did carry those beads around in her hand for the rest of the night.  And hopefully the girls learned a valuable lesson. Unfortunately It all went over Lachlan's head so he may have to repeat the fiasco when he gets a little older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653159848898014587-4768860249817647024?l=messyhouse101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/feeds/4768860249817647024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2653159848898014587&amp;postID=4768860249817647024&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4768860249817647024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653159848898014587/posts/default/4768860249817647024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://messyhouse101.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-to-childhood.html' title='Welcome to ChildHood'/><author><name>wannabee free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08832779464172637094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SX4tXI9ZLSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JZGfj1ogCaY/S220/P1030445.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_f6fAqQOoTts/SHagioEUw4I/AAAAAAAAALU/7iHvUKMg8qI/s72-c/P1040599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
