<?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-6792388474316074006</id><updated>2011-11-23T23:55:51.938-06:00</updated><category term='_'/><title type='text'>Laughs and Tears</title><subtitle type='html'>The way I get through my day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>424</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-6194126941836345211</id><published>2010-07-21T18:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:56:24.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Baby Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TEeGHt4xEjI/AAAAAAAABVA/P-oBCrtAgew/s1600/baby+food+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TEeGHt4xEjI/AAAAAAAABVA/P-oBCrtAgew/s320/baby+food+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Even after having 2 other kids I find myself doing things differently.&amp;nbsp; I worked with my first child and never thought about making baby food. I just bought many,many little jars weekly.&amp;nbsp; With my second I stayed home from work, but still never thought about making baby food.&amp;nbsp; Now I am going back to work I find myself making my own baby food for my 3rd.&amp;nbsp; It is so easy and no little jars to rinse and recycle!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This weekend I went to the farmers market to purchase my fresh organic veggies.&amp;nbsp; I bought carrots, green beans, broccoli, and sweet potatoes.&amp;nbsp; I came home and went to work.&amp;nbsp; After steaming all veggies I pureed them in my little food processor with a bit of water to a smooth texture.&amp;nbsp; Then I place spoonfuls into new, cleaned ice trays.&amp;nbsp; After frozen I popped the cubes out into freezer bags and now I am set for a many meals.&amp;nbsp; It was quick, cheep, and kinda fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TEeGPcTnW_I/AAAAAAAABVI/M1fLW3zGI5I/s1600/baby+food+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TEeGPcTnW_I/AAAAAAAABVI/M1fLW3zGI5I/s320/baby+food+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TEeGXqh6TxI/AAAAAAAABVQ/hfthtUpbQwg/s1600/baby+food+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TEeGXqh6TxI/AAAAAAAABVQ/hfthtUpbQwg/s320/baby+food+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Guess I will have to have another baby just to master this new skill :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-6194126941836345211?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/6194126941836345211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=6194126941836345211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6194126941836345211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6194126941836345211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/07/making-baby-food.html' title='Making Baby Food'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TEeGHt4xEjI/AAAAAAAABVA/P-oBCrtAgew/s72-c/baby+food+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-9073232925465729634</id><published>2010-07-16T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:12:40.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefly Fun</title><content type='html'>This is something I remember doing as a child that my kids have not done.&amp;nbsp; One reason is due to the fact that they are in bed before the summer sun sets.&amp;nbsp; For some that might seem early, but so is 6AM.&amp;nbsp; That would be the time they wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one night I surprised them by saying we should go out back and see if we can catch any fireflies. They were excited and grabbed their jars.&amp;nbsp; When they got outside they started looking for the flash of light.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A was super excited at each and every light. She quickly shouted out it's location and pointed.&amp;nbsp; She had no desire to catch one however.&amp;nbsp; Mommy had to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TEDK4BXrfDI/AAAAAAAABUw/29aDvqoRj40/s1600/firefly+fun+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TEDK4BXrfDI/AAAAAAAABUw/29aDvqoRj40/s320/firefly+fun+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;B was more daring on the touching a bug part.&amp;nbsp; She had a good amount in her jar before letting them go.&amp;nbsp; We all lasted about 15 minutes and then came back in due to the other bugs that came out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TEDLH2PfW5I/AAAAAAAABU4/YbTxQb3-33w/s1600/fire+fly+fun+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TEDLH2PfW5I/AAAAAAAABU4/YbTxQb3-33w/s320/fire+fly+fun+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-9073232925465729634?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/9073232925465729634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=9073232925465729634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/9073232925465729634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/9073232925465729634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/07/firefly-fun.html' title='Firefly Fun'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TEDK4BXrfDI/AAAAAAAABUw/29aDvqoRj40/s72-c/firefly+fun+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7434111570091512276</id><published>2010-07-01T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:22:46.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I saw these in the most recent Klutz catalog and thought they sounded like fun.&amp;nbsp; The only problem was that I couldn't find them around.&amp;nbsp; Then as luck would have it I found them at Borders the other night.&amp;nbsp; Even more luck was that I had a 40% off coupon that I used too!!!&amp;nbsp; The girls and I decided to try them the very next day.&amp;nbsp; We are LOVING them.&amp;nbsp; It is super easy and the paints make quite a few.&amp;nbsp; The hardest part is waiting a full 24 hours till they are wearable.&amp;nbsp; This is now a &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;playdat&lt;/span&gt;e staple.&amp;nbsp; I highly recommend them.&amp;nbsp; Now if I can only figure out what kind of paint they use I am golden.&amp;nbsp; The replacement kit of paint is $12.00 not including shipping.&amp;nbsp; That is more than I paid for the kit in the first place. Plus the only colors they sell are the same that come in the kit.&amp;nbsp; G&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;uess&lt;/span&gt; it means I will have to hit my neighborhood Joann's or Michael's and buy some different paints to try.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZr_KpKI1I/AAAAAAAABUI/fEg7zmS2-oU/s1600/glossy+bands+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZr_KpKI1I/AAAAAAAABUI/fEg7zmS2-oU/s320/glossy+bands+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZsZbZhzjI/AAAAAAAABUg/h5q86ncHqTo/s1600/glossy+bands+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZsZbZhzjI/AAAAAAAABUg/h5q86ncHqTo/s320/glossy+bands+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Using the provided plastic and paints, drop dots of paint in a row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZsPx6lyRI/AAAAAAAABUY/EzxuiME9gHg/s1600/glossy+bands+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZsPx6lyRI/AAAAAAAABUY/EzxuiME9gHg/s320/glossy+bands+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For an additional effect use a toothpick and swirl the paint while wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZsHgQn9xI/AAAAAAAABUQ/h9s41mtjuso/s1600/glossy+bands+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZsHgQn9xI/AAAAAAAABUQ/h9s41mtjuso/s320/glossy+bands+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;When they dry it is a cool rubbery bracelet.&amp;nbsp; Oh I guess I don't have any after shots.&amp;nbsp; sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7434111570091512276?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7434111570091512276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7434111570091512276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7434111570091512276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7434111570091512276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-fun.html' title='Girl Fun'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZr_KpKI1I/AAAAAAAABUI/fEg7zmS2-oU/s72-c/glossy+bands+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2732099901622447006</id><published>2010-06-28T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:15:34.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Night Fun</title><content type='html'>We tried a new dish for dinner the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made black bean tostadas. They were super easy and the girls had a lot of fun eating them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZrQWjakCI/AAAAAAAABUA/yqQbqQxHOSQ/s320/mexican+night+bridget+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZq_Mb3bsI/AAAAAAAABTw/KGDC2b89rnY/s1600/mexican+night+abby+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZq_Mb3bsI/AAAAAAAABTw/KGDC2b89rnY/s320/mexican+night+abby+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZrG0sSyUI/AAAAAAAABT4/A4E-P8PS-oI/s1600/mexican+night+bridget+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZrG0sSyUI/AAAAAAAABT4/A4E-P8PS-oI/s320/mexican+night+bridget+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6inch corn tortillas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3 Tbsp canola oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 large onion, diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1 clove garlic, minced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 15oz cans black beans, drained and rinsed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;assorted optional toppings, lettuce, shredded cheese, salsa, sour cream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Preheat oven to 425.&amp;nbsp; Brush both sides of tortillas with oil. Lay on cookie sheet and bake until crispy, about 10 minutes, turning over halfway through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While tortillas are baking warm 1 Tbsp oil on skillet over medium heat. Add onion and saute' until soft and fragrant, 3 to 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Add garlic and saute' 1 minute longer.&amp;nbsp; Reduce heat to low and add beans and 2 Tbsp water.&amp;nbsp; Mash mixture with a potato masher or back of fork and cook until heated through. Divide bean mixture among tortillas.&amp;nbsp; Layer with toppings and serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had the toppings on the table and the girls made their own.&amp;nbsp; It was fun and they really liked this simple, quick&amp;nbsp;dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2732099901622447006?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2732099901622447006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2732099901622447006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2732099901622447006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2732099901622447006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/06/mexican-night-fun.html' title='Mexican Night Fun'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCZrQWjakCI/AAAAAAAABUA/yqQbqQxHOSQ/s72-c/mexican+night+bridget+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-3622004304794522971</id><published>2010-06-25T16:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T20:07:00.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smores On A Stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At "Camp Mommy" today I had the girls make &lt;a href="http://www.skiptomylou.org/2010/06/23/smores-on-a-stick-from-todays-creative-blog/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Smore's&lt;/span&gt; on a Stick. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was easy for them to do alone and really there was not much of a mess for me to clean up when they were finished.  That alone means it is a good activity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you will need is...&lt;br /&gt;***graham crackers crushed up.  (I used &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; crushed that I had left over from a pie crust)&lt;br /&gt;*** marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;*** melted chocolate (can be chips, bark, candy making... any kind)&lt;br /&gt;*** sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCUiM0MKWdI/AAAAAAAABTo/ycXzfSvm6i4/s1600/smores+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486829324584245714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCUiM0MKWdI/AAAAAAAABTo/ycXzfSvm6i4/s400/smores+1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Put a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; on each stick and get ready to dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCUiL0l-IgI/AAAAAAAABTg/UmamxOg1kHY/s1600/smores+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486829307512627714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCUiL0l-IgI/AAAAAAAABTg/UmamxOg1kHY/s400/smores+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dip each in chocolate and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCUiLt24EeI/AAAAAAAABTY/su3Pnl51JYQ/s1600/smores+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486829305704485346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCUiLt24EeI/AAAAAAAABTY/su3Pnl51JYQ/s400/smores+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roll in the graham crackers to coat. &lt;br /&gt;You could also roll them in candy pieces or sprinkles.  Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCUiK4fKDcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/3kEU-lVyBV0/s1600/smores+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486829291377921474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCUiK4fKDcI/AAAAAAAABTQ/3kEU-lVyBV0/s400/smores+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lay them on waxed paper to harden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; If you need them quickly place the tray in the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The girls had just as much fun making them as they have had eating them.  I will say they taste pretty good too. They don't beat a melted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smore&lt;/span&gt;, but they will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-3622004304794522971?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/3622004304794522971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=3622004304794522971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3622004304794522971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3622004304794522971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/06/smores-on-stick.html' title='Smores On A Stick'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TCUiM0MKWdI/AAAAAAAABTo/ycXzfSvm6i4/s72-c/smores+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-9067555514531891683</id><published>2010-06-15T20:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:59:55.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our dog "DOG"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgmd2BXp2I/AAAAAAAABTI/YFm3XPuwTYg/s1600/dog+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483174840482899810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgmd2BXp2I/AAAAAAAABTI/YFm3XPuwTYg/s400/dog+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgmdcz5cvI/AAAAAAAABTA/brXOEPKbtQo/s1600/dog+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483174833715507954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgmdcz5cvI/AAAAAAAABTA/brXOEPKbtQo/s400/dog+9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgmcitOQdI/AAAAAAAABS4/ScAOezZcoDg/s1600/bridget+and+dog+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483174818118255058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgmcitOQdI/AAAAAAAABS4/ScAOezZcoDg/s400/bridget+and+dog+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For years now the husband has suggested that we get a dog. instead I have a new baby.  This time both the old babies and the hubby wanted a dog. Being that I again have a new baby, I was not so into this idea.  However a friend of mine helps place dogs into foster homes.  I checked into the details of this "foster" home.  It sounded like the perfect intro to adding a dog to the family.  So after seeing this little one I decided we could try this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is super cute and the girls loved him right away.  I have to admit , I did too.  However it was short lived. by the 3rd day the joy of owing a dog was over.  I figured as much, but still kept him around.  In fact we kept him for a week before we decided that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; little guy was not the right dog for us.  It was a great lesson for all of us but mostly for my husband. Perhaps now the dog wanting phase is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-9067555514531891683?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/9067555514531891683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=9067555514531891683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/9067555514531891683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/9067555514531891683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-dog-dog.html' title='Our dog &quot;DOG&quot;'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgmd2BXp2I/AAAAAAAABTI/YFm3XPuwTYg/s72-c/dog+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-3921805928404527278</id><published>2010-06-15T20:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T09:44:59.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Crafting</title><content type='html'>I have been able to get my crafting hat on for a few minutes each day. I am glad to say that baby B has stuck to a 2 hour morning nap. (CHEER!!!) This has allowed me a bit of time to work on a few things that have been on my "want to make list" since he was born 5 months ago. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; for me a friend of mine just had a new baby girl, so the urge to sew hit me hard. I decided to make a few burp cloths somewhat following the &lt;a href="http://homemadebyjill.blogspot.com/2008/01/burp-cloth-tutorial.html"&gt;tutorial&lt;/a&gt; from Homemade by Jill. I really liked how they turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgkxRm6reI/AAAAAAAABSY/VUT30W2Jgx0/s1600/burp+clothes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483172975282400738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgkxRm6reI/AAAAAAAABSY/VUT30W2Jgx0/s400/burp+clothes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I then kept going. I have found that Baby B really likes his crinkle blanket, so I whipped one of those up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgkysMPZhI/AAAAAAAABSo/E6NmQdQ04rs/s1600/taggie+blanket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483172999598138898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgkysMPZhI/AAAAAAAABSo/E6NmQdQ04rs/s400/taggie+blanket.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this fabric. It is super cute and soft since it is a flannel. The ribbons are a fun touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly I made my favorite personalized &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onesie&lt;/span&gt;. I have a new sewing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;machine&lt;/span&gt; which has an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embroidery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stitch&lt;/span&gt;. I am getting used to it, so this might not be the best. I think my favorite part was adding the little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of the flowers.  Every girl needs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgkyMSstFI/AAAAAAAABSg/-1yb0JG4Vrc/s1600/b+onesie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483172991035290706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgkyMSstFI/AAAAAAAABSg/-1yb0JG4Vrc/s400/b+onesie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I wanted to make a little something for the mom.  Since this is her 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; child, I figured she has gotten many a baby present in her day.  I wanted to find something just for her.  After searching the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; for a little I came across some special cookies.  These "magic" cookies help produce more breast milk.  Hey, that is what they claim.  I decided to google a little more and found an oatmeal chocolate chip &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/recipe/Oatmeal-Chocolate-Chip-Lactation-Cookies-by-Noel-Trujillo-192346"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; to try.  Now all I had to do was find where I could buy brewers yeast (the magic ingredient).  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; Whole Foods carries it :)  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; makes a whole lot of cookies so there were plenty for me to keep and give some as a gift.  I eat one a day and I swear they work.  I have been pumping a bunch to stock up for my return to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgkzKxQ0gI/AAAAAAAABSw/G4UD5ZpuoR4/s1600/cookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483173007806484994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgkzKxQ0gI/AAAAAAAABSw/G4UD5ZpuoR4/s400/cookies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that about covers my crafting for a few days.  Love me a baby to make things for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-3921805928404527278?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/3921805928404527278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=3921805928404527278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3921805928404527278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3921805928404527278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-crafting.html' title='Baby Crafting'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/TBgkxRm6reI/AAAAAAAABSY/VUT30W2Jgx0/s72-c/burp+clothes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-1003008705504494377</id><published>2010-05-18T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:35:59.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Do It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Take Our Children to the Park…&amp;amp; Leave Them There Day”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, May 22nd is the first ever day in which children 7 years and older can participate in this event.  It was developed in order to help neighborhood kids come together to play.  In today's world we as parents are not too quick to let our kids outside without us let alone at a park.  This makes it hard to let them out since we are busy and can't always be watching them.  This also means that other kids are not outside cause we are not. I let my kids out when others are out, but not alone. So if we are not out, then others might not be out...you get the circle right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I am pretty good about giving my 7 year old some experiences with Independence.  She has ridden her bike around the block to get a friend, walked to a friend's house alone, and even stayed in our house alone while I ran to the store.  I have yet to leave her at the neighborhood park without me there however. I'm not sure I can do it.  I trust, her but not everyone else.  That is the problem.  Guess this weekend might be a good time to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also a good time to see who is in your neighborhood.  If all the older kids are at the park mine might find someone to play with.  Since we don't go to the public school, like most of the kids in the hood do, my daughter often claims that she has no one to play with.  This could be the event I have been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Are you in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-1003008705504494377?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1003008705504494377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=1003008705504494377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1003008705504494377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1003008705504494377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-you-do-it.html' title='Can You Do It?'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-3011841673732175749</id><published>2010-05-16T13:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:23:17.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471574527278691234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-7wCvyFs6I/AAAAAAAABRw/Iyh0nEZcdbg/s400/bridget+playing+first+base.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B playing first base. She is so serious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-7wCMrQPPI/AAAAAAAABRo/LT978B-gFX8/s1600/bridget+hit+the+ball!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471574517854780658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-7wCMrQPPI/AAAAAAAABRo/LT978B-gFX8/s400/bridget+hit+the+ball!.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; She hit the ball! Run, Run Run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-7wBsA52wI/AAAAAAAABRg/LEZHgrXWFtE/s1600/bridget+%40+softball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471574509087218434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-7wBsA52wI/AAAAAAAABRg/LEZHgrXWFtE/s400/bridget+%40+softball.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hanging in the dugout!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;B has tried many a sport in her 8 years. Most of them have been the ones Daddy has wanted her to try. Golf, tennis, skating, basketball. I guess I have gotten in gymnastics, and now softball. I used to play when I was younger and loved it. A ton of her friends were going to play this season too so I figured it was a good time to try. She is on a team with 5 girls from her school and is happy. The worst part is the team name. A true CUBS fan can not put on this uniform without being a bit unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is rather good for her first time. She can hit the ball every time, catchs pretty well with the mitt and is the quickest on the team. The "games" consist of every girl getting to bat, no outs, and no runs being kept. It is all about learning the game and having fun. I even had fun this morning at the "game".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, her team is the WHITE SOX. How can this be? Thank goodness it is only for a few more weeks. Then we can get rid of this ugly black stuff. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-3011841673732175749?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/3011841673732175749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=3011841673732175749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3011841673732175749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3011841673732175749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/05/softball.html' title='Softball'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-7wCvyFs6I/AAAAAAAABRw/Iyh0nEZcdbg/s72-c/bridget+playing+first+base.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-1080773387691244782</id><published>2010-05-15T13:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:55:22.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit Frugal</title><content type='html'>I have a list a mile long of craft projects to complete. I think I continue to add to the list instead of completing items on the list. However once I finished painting the dining/computer room I was a bit motivated. Photos have been rehung, baby photos of little B &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; taken and hung as well. Now I just needed to upgrade my memo board by the computer. I used to have a metal strip on the wall that I hung magnets off of, but I am tired of that and need more room. I wanted a "fancy"cork board but was not happy with the $20+ price tags. I knew I could do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to Michale's with my 40% coupon. I found a 11x14 piece of cork for $1.25, a black frame for $2.99, and a piece of scrapbook paper for .79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for &lt;strong&gt;$5.00&lt;/strong&gt; this is what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-7s5fHX65I/AAAAAAAABRQ/b0UMpwU3Pfc/s1600/my+new+board.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471571069650856850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-7s5fHX65I/AAAAAAAABRQ/b0UMpwU3Pfc/s400/my+new+board.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I added the metal strip at the bottom of the frame too. I like that I have the option of cork or magnets now.  The paper goes very well with my green walls. (not that in this picture you can see that) This is a bit of color now by the computer instead of just papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-1080773387691244782?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1080773387691244782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=1080773387691244782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1080773387691244782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1080773387691244782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-bit-frugal.html' title='A Little Bit Frugal'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-7s5fHX65I/AAAAAAAABRQ/b0UMpwU3Pfc/s72-c/my+new+board.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-8384922377323004702</id><published>2010-05-15T13:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:19:45.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Special Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-xzInS-qPI/AAAAAAAABRI/HHMX86oS5Mk/s1600/cookie+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470874239173044466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-xzInS-qPI/AAAAAAAABRI/HHMX86oS5Mk/s400/cookie+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;One of my special Mother's day cookies. I make sugar cookies and frost them. Then the girls wrote/decorated them using food pens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-xzIHKggkI/AAAAAAAABRA/d6GzJU6-M00/s1600/bridget+in+sun+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470874230547579458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-xzIHKggkI/AAAAAAAABRA/d6GzJU6-M00/s400/bridget+in+sun+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;My B on her First Holy Communion Day. So pretty and so excited about this special day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-xzH2Ow7FI/AAAAAAAABQ4/iT6GKWwymIQ/s1600/abby%27s+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470874226002029650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-xzH2Ow7FI/AAAAAAAABQ4/iT6GKWwymIQ/s400/abby%27s+cake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; A's 5th birthday cake. My first attemp at fondant. I made the fondant from scratch and it was easy and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-8384922377323004702?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8384922377323004702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=8384922377323004702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8384922377323004702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8384922377323004702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-special-moments.html' title='Few Special Moments'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S-xzInS-qPI/AAAAAAAABRI/HHMX86oS5Mk/s72-c/cookie+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7439180019344455510</id><published>2010-05-13T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:37:12.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Behind</title><content type='html'>Ever since my 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; child was born i have been keeping a monthly journal for each of my kids.  With the birth of our 3rd I now have to  journal for 3.  There have been times when I'd miss a month, but due to my blog I was able to recap easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turned 5 the other day and so I decided to journal. Being her birthday I thought it was a good idea.  Well I knew I had missed a few months, but not an entire YEAR!  I had not written in her journal since last July! Not getting the mommy award now am I? I decided to check on the journal of my first born. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; I had been catching up on hers for I was only behind a few months.  The worst part was that when I went to my blog to "remember" what took place in the missing months I was lost.  I have not been blogging much either. So now I had to remember what took place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am up to date on the 1st and 3rd children, but have a lot of remembering to do for the middle one.  I am actually thinking of doing a "year in review" for her and starting again next month. It might be faster and a whole lot easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7439180019344455510?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7439180019344455510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7439180019344455510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7439180019344455510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7439180019344455510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-behind.html' title='So Behind'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-3918097175065750755</id><published>2010-05-02T17:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:43:04.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>One might think with a title like this I would be telling you all about a fablous night out that I had with my husband. Well not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This date night was between a daddy and his girls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466811003186730930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S94DpJskV7I/AAAAAAAABQw/MWFyBBG1FZE/s400/daddy+daughter+dance+3.JPG" /&gt; This is not the best photo of the 3, but they were too excited about getting to the dance on time to take photos.  The 3 had a good time at the dance and were super tired when they got home.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part was that I got my sister to babysit the baby and I went to a friend's house to hang with other moms.  It was a good night to get together since the dads were out with some of our kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-3918097175065750755?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/3918097175065750755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=3918097175065750755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3918097175065750755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3918097175065750755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/05/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S94DpJskV7I/AAAAAAAABQw/MWFyBBG1FZE/s72-c/daddy+daughter+dance+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7985845797215489625</id><published>2010-04-18T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:07:15.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S8usa59wWtI/AAAAAAAABQg/0AcibRawlHA/s1600/brendan+and+daddys+hand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461648551353277138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S8usa59wWtI/AAAAAAAABQg/0AcibRawlHA/s400/brendan+and+daddys+hand.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this shot. It was taken by me after I "caught" my husband napping with the baby. They were supposed to be playing. I knew it was too quiet in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7985845797215489625?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7985845797215489625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7985845797215489625' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7985845797215489625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7985845797215489625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-baby.html' title='Sweet Baby'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S8usa59wWtI/AAAAAAAABQg/0AcibRawlHA/s72-c/brendan+and+daddys+hand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7136409400205030975</id><published>2010-04-08T15:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:18:16.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S744NqTemNI/AAAAAAAABQY/KJsdtoTCFGE/s1600/bridget+with+Marty+and+bike+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457861605765060818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S744NqTemNI/AAAAAAAABQY/KJsdtoTCFGE/s400/bridget+with+Marty+and+bike+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle M came for Easter and the first thing he did was take out his tools and put together B's new bike. Before she could ride it there were a few things she had to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S744M_vummI/AAAAAAAABQI/pGWftIvyr9A/s1600/bridget+and+marty+bike+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457861594340825698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S744M_vummI/AAAAAAAABQI/pGWftIvyr9A/s400/bridget+and+marty+bike+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She learned all about the hand breaks and how to shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S744MBTJYEI/AAAAAAAABQA/cPjfL4EF6co/s1600/bridget+bike+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457861577577947202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S744MBTJYEI/AAAAAAAABQA/cPjfL4EF6co/s400/bridget+bike+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Passed the instruction part of the lesson and is off for a ride. She waited a long time for this new bike and was super excited to get on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7136409400205030975?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7136409400205030975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7136409400205030975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7136409400205030975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7136409400205030975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-bike.html' title='New Bike'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S744NqTemNI/AAAAAAAABQY/KJsdtoTCFGE/s72-c/bridget+with+Marty+and+bike+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2162182860730594082</id><published>2010-04-08T14:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:07:00.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S742it7YclI/AAAAAAAABP4/PqGTFf7F-44/s1600/3+months+old.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457859768491733586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S742it7YclI/AAAAAAAABP4/PqGTFf7F-44/s400/3+months+old.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby boy @ 3 months old. He looked so sweet in his Easter sweater vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S742iOEMrRI/AAAAAAAABPw/z7KKINgOvTM/s1600/brendan+with+easter+basket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457859759938776338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S742iOEMrRI/AAAAAAAABPw/z7KKINgOvTM/s400/brendan+with+easter+basket.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even while sleeping B was able to get an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S742hl-9F4I/AAAAAAAABPo/kN9Q4olwxCA/s1600/abby+with+easter+basket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457859749179365250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S742hl-9F4I/AAAAAAAABPo/kN9Q4olwxCA/s400/abby+with+easter+basket.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the kids at our annual neighborhood egg hunt. I think I put out about 1000 eggs this year. It was a nice day and as you can see all the kids had plenty of eggs in their baskets. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S740pQq2GmI/AAAAAAAABPY/Xz0XNz83U5U/s1600/bridget+with+easter+basket.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457859739229877250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S742hA6z9AI/AAAAAAAABPg/XaJevpro7SM/s400/bridget+with+easter+basket.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S740o2NsQuI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Attm6YU74JQ/s1600/abby+with+easter+basket.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://0.0.0.3/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S740oKn_ZxI/AAAAAAAABPA/V7Q-Ba7jt0w/s1600/3+months+old.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2162182860730594082?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2162182860730594082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2162182860730594082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2162182860730594082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2162182860730594082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-is-b-at-our-annual-neighborhood.html' title='Easter Fun'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S742it7YclI/AAAAAAAABP4/PqGTFf7F-44/s72-c/3+months+old.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-3406401489092302692</id><published>2010-03-19T10:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:25:25.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Fault</title><content type='html'>If you read my St. Pat's post you know about the trouble I had with the gold coins the girls were supposed to get from the Leprechaun. I went yesterday to the chocolate shop to return the Chanukah coins and get my money back. Plus I wanted them to know that I was pissed about it and let them know they almost ruined my little girl's leprechaun treat. When I got to the shop it happened to be the same lady behind the counter that sold them to me a week ago. I explained to her how unhappy I was with my purchase. She actually asked me if I wanted to exchange them for other coins! NO, since St Pat's day is over I don't really need them. DUH! I think she was then going to tell me that she couldn't give me my money back. I quickly began telling her how upset I was when I found out that these were Chanukah coins and almost ruined my girl's day while there was were other people in the store, I think she changed her mind. As she was giving my my cash she actually tried to tell me that this was MY fault. Um, I don't think so. I replied with, "Well I didn't think you would still be selling Chanukah candy since it was months ago." Then just for fun I added,"I guess next year I will know not to come here for our coins so it doesn't happen again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, yesterday my hubby and I celebrated our &lt;strong&gt;10th&lt;/strong&gt; wedding anniversary. The girls wanted to bring us breakfast in bed (so sweet) but I explained that this was a day for Mommy and Daddy to celebrate. They didn't have to do anything. B seemed to like that idea, but still told us happy anniversary right away in the morning. She sure is sweet sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-3406401489092302692?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/3406401489092302692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=3406401489092302692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3406401489092302692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3406401489092302692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-my-fault.html' title='Not My Fault'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-549770107582371809</id><published>2010-03-16T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:45:44.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St Pat's Day Here We come</title><content type='html'>I finished making the girls little paper purses, for the Leprechaun to leave, after they went to bed tonight. I had wanted to get cute St Pat's paper, but knew if I went into Archiver's just for paper I would &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; come out with just paper. So I figured bet not go and just make what I have work. They turned out kinda cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S6BAirf7xHI/AAAAAAAABO4/I9UV7xXZgmY/s1600-h/leprechaun+gift.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449426513654695026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S6BAirf7xHI/AAAAAAAABO4/I9UV7xXZgmY/s400/leprechaun+gift.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to scale back on all the holiday gifts, so I went with the little purse and bought some gold chocolate coins to put inside it. I was so good I bought the coins last week and hid them till tonight. As I opened up the expensive bag of coins I noticed that they we all holiday coins. And by holiday coins I do not mean St Patrick's Day. They were all Chanukah coins!!! What they heck! It is now 9pm and I have nothing to fill the purses. I am so pissed. I can't wait till I go back to the chocolate store tomorrow for a piece of my mind. Not only did they charge a lot for these stupid pieces of chocolate, but they are selling OLD pieces of chocolate. I mean this holiday was months ago! Luckily hubby ran to store and came back with the only other thing I could think of...ROLOS. At least they are wrapped in gold foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new thing this year was the making of the leprechaun traps. B was all over this as soon as she got home from school. It is pretty cute and creative. the only problem was how to make it look like the leprechaun set off the trap but did not get trapped. I ended up taking the real gold coin and left a few rolos inside the trap. All this sneaky behavior has totally worn me out. Well that and the fact that my littlest shamrock has been awake and rather fussy since 5 pm. It is now 9:30pm. He better sleep well tonight that is all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S6BAh3B82_I/AAAAAAAABOo/XlI5UUzZ54c/s1600-h/bridget+and+her+leprechaun+trap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449426499570293746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S6BAh3B82_I/AAAAAAAABOo/XlI5UUzZ54c/s400/bridget+and+her+leprechaun+trap.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S6BAiB36SeI/AAAAAAAABOw/GTZ_ks7idHE/s1600-h/bridget%27s+trap+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449426502480972258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S6BAiB36SeI/AAAAAAAABOw/GTZ_ks7idHE/s400/bridget%27s+trap+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S6BAh3B82_I/AAAAAAAABOo/XlI5UUzZ54c/s1600-h/bridget+and+her+leprechaun+trap.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S6BAhdtkcSI/AAAAAAAABOg/b7FMmSRc4ek/s1600-h/abby%27s+leprechaun+gold+bag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449426492773921058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S6BAhdtkcSI/AAAAAAAABOg/b7FMmSRc4ek/s400/abby%27s+leprechaun+gold+bag.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A didn't make a trap. Instead she mad a bag for the leprechaun to put all of his gold in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY TO YOU ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-549770107582371809?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/549770107582371809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=549770107582371809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/549770107582371809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/549770107582371809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-pats-day-here-we-come.html' title='St Pat&apos;s Day Here We come'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S6BAirf7xHI/AAAAAAAABO4/I9UV7xXZgmY/s72-c/leprechaun+gift.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-3688788887238121352</id><published>2010-03-06T09:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:26:55.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grabbing Some Heat</title><content type='html'>The other day I was trying to get the girls ready for school. this is not an easy task with a very opinionated 4 year old. then again what task is at this age? I was getting to the end of my limit for I could not find A anywhere. Then as I cam down from the stairs I noticed a bundle of fleece blanket in fron of the heating vent. Yup. You guessed it. Inside the bundle nice and warm was Miss A. Not a bad idea for staying warm. She sure did think it was funny that I was calling her and couldn't find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2KO6T6rGlE/S5F66xFSBEI/AAAAAAAABrY/FG56FHZcAtk/s1600-h/abby+and+heat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445268574494131266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2KO6T6rGlE/S5F66xFSBEI/AAAAAAAABrY/FG56FHZcAtk/s320/abby+and+heat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-3688788887238121352?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/3688788887238121352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=3688788887238121352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3688788887238121352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3688788887238121352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/03/grabbing-some-heat.html' title='Grabbing Some Heat'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r2KO6T6rGlE/S5F66xFSBEI/AAAAAAAABrY/FG56FHZcAtk/s72-c/abby+and+heat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-6818901578230290079</id><published>2010-03-05T09:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:16:43.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S5EgRlnx0WI/AAAAAAAABOY/EozS54qdJjE/s1600-h/2+months+old+3+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445168910996459874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S5EgRlnx0WI/AAAAAAAABOY/EozS54qdJjE/s400/2+months+old+3+smile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a hard time believing that my new baby is 2 months old already. It does not seem like that amount of time has passed. Funny that 8 weeks does not sound so long, but 2 months is huge! I will say if it means he will start sleeping through the night I am all for time moving quickly :) These late night feeding requests are getting a little old especially when he nurses only one side and falls back to sleep. Not what I'm looking for after dragging my sleepy ass out of bed @ 12:30am, 3:30 am and again around 5:30am. I'm sure once these feeding stop I will miss them, but for now take them away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls are more in love with their brother each and every day. They are now so into getting their own personal smile from little bro. it is not a good day if they each don't get at least one good smile. Little B is really starting to be all baby and I hate to say infant is gone. He is growing so quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't have him on a good solid schedule yet. He seems to like the sleep one day and not the next system best. Me? Not so much for this schedule. We are getting better, but still need a bit of work. Until I figure out how to &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; a baby fall asleep for longer than 30 minutes, I will have to relax. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-6818901578230290079?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/6818901578230290079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=6818901578230290079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6818901578230290079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6818901578230290079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-months-already.html' title='2 Months Already'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S5EgRlnx0WI/AAAAAAAABOY/EozS54qdJjE/s72-c/2+months+old+3+smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7257469281363107893</id><published>2010-02-23T13:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:11:20.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Say Competitive?</title><content type='html'>I went to my parent's house for lunch again today.  I began with a cherry pie appetizer then had a mom made ham sandwich.  The pie appie was to fit in my cherry pie that I am not allowed to have as a dessert. I gave up desserts for Lent this year.  So I have figured it out that if I eat the sweet before a meal or in the middle of the day, it doesn't count as dessert. It is now an appie or a snack.  Yesterday was Washington's birthday and so I knew that my mom would have a cherry pie to celebrate this president.  I LOVE cherry pie, so I planned my meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at their house I went on my blog and I noticed that I have over 400 posts.  I told my younger sister this and she replied with, "I have more!"  I said, "How can you have more? and "Why do you know that?"  She told me it is because she tries to beat me!  Yes, apparently I am in competition with my sister over who can post more on their blog.  I had no idea, but now that I know I guess I better step up my posts. I certainly wouldn't want my little sister to have more posts than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this goes to show me that siblings are never too old to compete and that we will compete over just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get ready to read lots of post fans for game on Vic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7257469281363107893?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7257469281363107893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7257469281363107893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7257469281363107893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7257469281363107893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-you-say-competitive.html' title='Can You Say Competitive?'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-6547686492312079214</id><published>2010-02-20T19:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:41:55.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What We Got!</title><content type='html'>B is a big fan of infomercials right now. There seems to be plenty of them during the kid type shows they watch. One of the items that she really likes and wants every time she sees it is the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUMPITS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to spend $10 on it, but happened to see it for $5 at get this... Office Max. Well for $5 I will try them. They are not as easy as they look. In fact they are a bit hard to do. B wanted it in her hair the next day for school. After a few tries I got it "good enough" for her. She was so happy and couldn't wait to show off her fashion bumped hair at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S4CNCFMgnRI/AAAAAAAABOQ/auxuFWslVwQ/s1600-h/bumpit+side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440503416757460242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S4CNCFMgnRI/AAAAAAAABOQ/auxuFWslVwQ/s400/bumpit+side.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;We tried again Saturday morning with the headband look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S4CNB7kMvKI/AAAAAAAABOI/rMVH3MtKYgs/s1600-h/bumpit+front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440503414172466338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S4CNB7kMvKI/AAAAAAAABOI/rMVH3MtKYgs/s400/bumpit+front.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little bit of a bump from the front.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We still need to practice to get it right. I tried the Hollywood bump in my hair and it was HUGE. I looked very strange. I am thinking I will try the small one that B wears next. Little A wants one too, but she really doesn't have enough hair to make it work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-6547686492312079214?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/6547686492312079214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=6547686492312079214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6547686492312079214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6547686492312079214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/02/guess-what-we-got.html' title='Guess What We Got!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S4CNCFMgnRI/AAAAAAAABOQ/auxuFWslVwQ/s72-c/bumpit+side.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-1013895673981938534</id><published>2010-02-16T16:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:28:45.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are 2 different kinds of people in the world: those who finish what they start &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and those who." Brad Ramsey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;This about sums up how I feel lately. I seem to have a pile of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; to finish that I just can't seem to find time to finish. I somehow find time to start something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;, but not to finish something new. I used to be the person who finished projects. Where did that person go, and when might she return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Many will say it is due to the new baby. I'm sure that is part of it, but other people with new babies finish stuff. I read all about it on their blogs. They even post photos. I can't even finish downloading the new baby photos off my camera onto my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I find good reasons why I can't finish things, just not sure if they are good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Perhaps for Lent I should make finishing projects my goal as well as giving up something. Not a bad idea right? 40 days devoted to finishing. On that note I better go make a list of all the things I need to get done in the next 40 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 1: finish making the list :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-1013895673981938534?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1013895673981938534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=1013895673981938534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1013895673981938534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1013895673981938534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-are-2-different-kinds-of-people.html' title='Which Are You?'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-1108684401227714066</id><published>2010-02-15T16:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:16:40.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did Valentine's Day Go?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure if you stop to think and remember you can list a number of Valentine's Days in which you had a good day.  You might even remember a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; gifts.  I can remember how special this day was for my husband and I in the years before our children.  He was a great gift giver.  Time seems to have changed things.  Now it seems to be about the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year Daddy buys the girls HUGE balloons. I try to provide them with a little something. This year it was new makeup for them to use.  Sad part was that I did not get a thing. Not one valentine from anyone.  Not that the gifts are important, but a heart something would have been nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe next year... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I did enjoy a yummy heart shaped scone from my sister)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-1108684401227714066?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1108684401227714066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=1108684401227714066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1108684401227714066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1108684401227714066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-did-valentines-day-go.html' title='Where Did Valentine&apos;s Day Go?'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7951614945368163800</id><published>2010-02-04T16:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:10:43.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hard to believe that Baby B is 1 month old today. That time sure went quickly. he is staying awake more and his eyes are open much more now. I would like him to sleep better at night and without me next to him. He seems to enjoy laying in or by mommy instead of his crib. I try to remember that soon he will not want to lay next to me, so I have to enjoy it now, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S2tFcaaiI1I/AAAAAAAABN4/kzynNplL_sU/s1600-h/1+month.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434513729781900114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S2tFcaaiI1I/AAAAAAAABN4/kzynNplL_sU/s400/1+month.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His sisters still L-O-V-E him. They can't seem to get enough of him. They have enjoied all of his "firsts" so far as well. big Sis B is really helpful with just about anything. makes me think that another would not be so bad :) Then I remember just how tired I really am right now and think again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S2tFc3jyflI/AAAAAAAABOA/ZQTQnn5oCoM/s1600-h/sister+love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434513737605348946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S2tFc3jyflI/AAAAAAAABOA/ZQTQnn5oCoM/s400/sister+love.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7951614945368163800?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7951614945368163800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7951614945368163800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7951614945368163800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7951614945368163800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-month.html' title='1 Month'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S2tFcaaiI1I/AAAAAAAABN4/kzynNplL_sU/s72-c/1+month.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-8491955893871866221</id><published>2010-01-28T15:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:05:57.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Great Gift!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Baby B has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a bunch of great gifts since his arrival. I'd have to say that this might be one of my favorites. It is simple and to the point &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; in the winter months. My Aunt sent this for me/the baby. She is the head of infectious diseases in MI, so germs are her speciality. She did send a toy and outfit too, not just this. This was from the doctor side of her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S2II5wfEnfI/AAAAAAAABNw/cy0SMY9S1Pw/s1600-h/hand+washing+sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431913888923033074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S2II5wfEnfI/AAAAAAAABNw/cy0SMY9S1Pw/s400/hand+washing+sign.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all hospitals should hand this out as you leave with your new one.  It hangs right on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-8491955893871866221?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8491955893871866221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=8491955893871866221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8491955893871866221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8491955893871866221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-great-gift.html' title='Another Great Gift!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S2II5wfEnfI/AAAAAAAABNw/cy0SMY9S1Pw/s72-c/hand+washing+sign.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7273324197726405683</id><published>2010-01-21T11:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:16:17.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Germ Patrol</title><content type='html'>With the arrival of the new baby came the arrival of the germ police.  Big sister A has taken this role to heart.  People can't even get their coat off before she is handing them the HANDITIZER.  It is so cute that she says it this way. Big sister B tries to get her to say it the right way, but I want A to keep saying it her cute way.  It is a good thing baby B has a big sister like A to watch out for him and to keep all germs away.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S1iLOkkooYI/AAAAAAAABNo/K8jAzxT8K3M/s1600-h/200%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429242433246896514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S1iLOkkooYI/AAAAAAAABNo/K8jAzxT8K3M/s400/200%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7273324197726405683?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7273324197726405683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7273324197726405683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7273324197726405683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7273324197726405683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/01/germ-patrol.html' title='Germ Patrol'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S1iLOkkooYI/AAAAAAAABNo/K8jAzxT8K3M/s72-c/200%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-4407616262479934528</id><published>2010-01-19T20:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:08:02.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Baby, New post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! i can't believe that it is already 2010. it seems like just yesterday the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; was freaking out about the year 2000. Now 10 years later look at us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S1Zy9GrOFPI/AAAAAAAABNg/8Rxd2tc77sA/s1600-h/brendan+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428652794931188978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S1Zy9GrOFPI/AAAAAAAABNg/8Rxd2tc77sA/s400/brendan+smile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks ago I gave birth to a very cute baby boy. For our house it is nice to have a boy. It is a little different, but his big sisters are so in love. They can't get enough of him. It was an easy labor with a not so easy first week. He spent his first week in the Special Care Nursery instead of at home. Things are better now and we are so thankful for all the blessings and prayers. Not coming home from the hospital with my baby was strange, but at the same time a little nice. I was able to get the girls ready, rest a bit without a big belly, and heal a bit before the baby came home. I think I'd still rather have my baby come home with me, but finding the blessing in a situation is a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not promise I will blog more, but I will try. I have a few things in mind and we will see how it goes. Since Baby B is starting to like being awake more than sleeping we will see how it goes. I just wanted to let you know I am still around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-4407616262479934528?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/4407616262479934528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=4407616262479934528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4407616262479934528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4407616262479934528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-baby-new-post.html' title='New Year, New Baby, New post'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/S1Zy9GrOFPI/AAAAAAAABNg/8Rxd2tc77sA/s72-c/brendan+smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7826497274448733168</id><published>2009-12-13T20:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:01:19.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SyWon30GB1I/AAAAAAAABNQ/jYeeAg4DoS8/s1600-h/ornaments.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414919529933702994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SyWon30GB1I/AAAAAAAABNQ/jYeeAg4DoS8/s400/ornaments.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the girl's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play date this week&lt;/span&gt; I made up a few ornaments that I figured they would all have fun painting.  Well my girls never got around to painting them for they were not dry enough. I did bake them for 3 hours, but no big deal they really didn't need a craft anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So I left them out on the counter to dry over night.  As I looked at them I thought to myself how much they looked like cookies.  I even wondered if I should write a note to let the hubby know that these were NOT cookies.  He was out at a Christmas function.  The thought did cross my mind that when he got in late and perhaps tipsy, he might want a "cookie".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you might be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt; to tell one of the candy canes is missing it's hook.  That is not because it broke.  I was right, Hubby did want a "cookie" when he got in late.  I had to laugh when he told me that he tried one.  In fact I laughed HARD!  I also found out why one should not eat the cinnamon and applesauce ornaments.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; it really burns the inside of your mouth due to all the cinnamon.  I did ask him if he though they were a little hard, but he said they were the way he likes them...crispy.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the girls paint them today. They too though that Daddy eating them was pretty funny. Needless to say I hope he learned a lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7826497274448733168?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7826497274448733168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7826497274448733168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7826497274448733168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7826497274448733168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/12/cookies.html' title='Cookies?'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SyWon30GB1I/AAAAAAAABNQ/jYeeAg4DoS8/s72-c/ornaments.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7904789753191419783</id><published>2009-12-05T20:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:39:03.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not been a faithful blogger, but so much going on that it has just slipped my mind.  plus, now that the girls are gone all day the photo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt; just aren't there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am down to 6 weeks before Sparkle shows up. Good news, but still things to do before that. My goal is to have the dresser painted in the next few weeks and perhaps the crib up and ready to go.  I have been collecting all sorts of items from friends that I will "need" for the baby as well. To date I have been just putting them all in the closet till I am ready to go through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My itching has been picking up so my nights are not as full of peaceful sleep as I would like.  This then puts a nap in the future of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kid less&lt;/span&gt; day.  Good for body, but not good for To Do list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a number of Christmas gifts to finish making. The goal of before Thanksgiving has come and gone.  I am finished with cards and most gifts. Next come cookies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week of Thanksgiving I had  a few siblings come over and help me repaint the entire living room. After an entire 2 days of room prep, 3 coats of paint on all trim and 6 windows (all have 12 panes each), 2 coats on the walls and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt;, updating all outlets from 2 prong to 3 prong, the room looks so fresh and clean. I love it.  I have a few spots to touch up, but will get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have begun the Santa count down here and with A being another year older I am anxious to see if she likes Santa this year or is scared of him like last year. She does not like the fact that Cookie (our elf on a shelf) has to tell Santa when she does something naughty. I find myself pointing that out often as the day goes on by the way. We are all trying to focus a little more on the Advent season instead of the Santa season this year as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to touch in with all of you more often and perhaps post a few photos too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7904789753191419783?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7904789753191419783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7904789753191419783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7904789753191419783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7904789753191419783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/12/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7643356747818609384</id><published>2009-11-17T10:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:53:55.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Changes</title><content type='html'>The last few weeks have been full of changes and things getting finished.  Most of them have been for the best but some may have a few underlining negatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. My husband moved out of our home office to a new company :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is so happy to be busy again and working on deals. I am happy to have most of my house back to myself.  The sad part is that the girls don't see Daddy as much for he is putting in some long hours getting acclimated to the new firm.  I like having the house to myself during the school day, but it sure is quiet.  I also have to say I miss having Daddy around in the house for quick runs knowing the girl(s) are at home with an adult.  I seem to be doing a lot more alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I have begun gathering baby items.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of you who don't know I have been in new baby denial for most of this pregnancy.  Having only 9 weeks left has made me get my ass in gear a little more. No more denial here.Well perhaps I should say not as much.  &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;It is time to get all of the hand-me-downs from friends and take inventory. I will say not knowing what the sex of this one is has made things like shopping a little tough. I guess all white sheets and a few blankets will be good for now. I have been looking through my fabric trying to find neutral patters to make burp cloths too. Not so much luck there. I seem to have lots of girly fabric. But I guess in a few weeks I will know it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. A has been staying at school all day all week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My plan this year was to have A go to after school program a few days during the week. Well it started off that way, but she now goes 5 days a week all day long. She was never much for sticking to my plans.   At first I was happy about the down time for me, but now I have to say as active as she is I do miss her a little. I still ask her almost everyday if she wants to come home for lunch and play with Mommy, but the answer is always "No thank you."  Guess that is good and it means she has more fun at school with all her friends than at home with me.  Just hope it doesn't change when baby comes along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. B made her first Reconciliation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a big step for us Catholics.  As a second grader she is getting ready to receive her First Holy Communion this May. Last night she went through the confession stage.  She was so nervous but all smiles as soon as it was over. She even said she liked it and that the priest was really nice.  She is growing up so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. To DO list getting smaller :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am actually getting somewhere on my to do list.  I am not just adding items either. I am actually taking things off!  I finally called a friend of mine who is a decorator and had her come over to suggest (tell me) colors of my first floor rooms and the outside of the house.  I am now looking forward (well not really) to painting this coming week.  I am not doing all the rooms just the living room for now. I would like to paint the shutters outside and the front door, but with the temperature dropping not sure if I will get to it in time.  I am also getting little things finished like updating address book.  We will have a number of events this year that will require mailings from birth announcements to First Communion invitations. So I knew I needed to update my listings.  I bought a new book and even got around to emailing people for new addresses.  I then printed them out as labels and quickly peeled and stuck them in my new address book.  It all looks so pretty and neat now. Just need to hand write the phone numbers in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Making a few bucks on the side.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my nesting phase that seems to have lasted the entire pregnancy I have cleaned out and organized most closets and storage places.  This has allowed me to ebay a number of things.  I actually earned enough to buy all the girl's Christmas gifts.  (I am actually finished with all their gifts too)  I have even taken a couple orders for the felt food that I make.  I am not starting any business type venture with my crafts, but it is nice to make a little extra fun money on the side. It is also nice to get rid of a few pieces of felt :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That wraps up a few things going on here. Hope to get a few more things tackled today but 2:30 seems to be coming up quickly. It always does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7643356747818609384?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7643356747818609384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7643356747818609384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7643356747818609384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7643356747818609384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/11/lots-of-changes.html' title='Lots of Changes'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2057763792282012632</id><published>2009-11-14T12:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:42:46.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Christmas Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sv732fUI3VI/AAAAAAAABNI/HXXUDDLaqNw/s1600-h/christmas+carol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404029118382136658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sv732fUI3VI/AAAAAAAABNI/HXXUDDLaqNw/s400/christmas+carol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband's favorite Christmas story is A Christmas Carol. We have a number of different DVDs, all different versions of the story. So when I found out that the Marriott Theatre in Lincolnshire was putting on the stage version I knew we had to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was all set to go later in the holiday season until B came home from school with a field trip notice.  The class was going to go see this play at the beginning of November.  I wanted B to see it with us as a family before she went with her class. So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the day!  The performance was very well done.  Both of the girls really liked it and were not scared one bit.  It was the children's version type show so I knew it would be safe for A.  It also meant that the entire performance would only be about 1 hour. Perfect amount of time for my little wiggle worms.  Hubby had a great time too with his daughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little worried that B would not want to see it again next week with her class, but she actually said she is really looking forward to seeing it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was a good way to start the season a bit early.  Was a little funny to step out of the theatre into a sunny 60 degrees. Sure didn't feel like Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2057763792282012632?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2057763792282012632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2057763792282012632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2057763792282012632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2057763792282012632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/11/early-christmas-activity.html' title='Early Christmas Activity'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sv732fUI3VI/AAAAAAAABNI/HXXUDDLaqNw/s72-c/christmas+carol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-8455933721171047736</id><published>2009-11-12T15:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:56:13.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I found</title><content type='html'>I did a little under the couch cushion cleaning today. I can not believe what I found. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; count on finding a few lost items, but this time was a tad bit more than I expected. I don't even know how we sat on the couch with all this stuff under the cushions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Svx_dkbZgAI/AAAAAAAABNA/CFf8f9IFlKY/s1600-h/under+a+cushion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403333798909280258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Svx_dkbZgAI/AAAAAAAABNA/CFf8f9IFlKY/s400/under+a+cushion.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best item that I found that actually is not in the photo was a dress up dress. Yes, an entire dress! Seriously I have no idea how we sat on all this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; without feeling it under our butts.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good thing is that now I have found many lost pieces to games, toys and other items.  Guess when the girls ask if I have seen something they are looking for I will tell them to look under the couch cushions first.  Most likely it will be there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-8455933721171047736?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8455933721171047736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=8455933721171047736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8455933721171047736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8455933721171047736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-what-i-found.html' title='Look What I found'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Svx_dkbZgAI/AAAAAAAABNA/CFf8f9IFlKY/s72-c/under+a+cushion.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-3824875378784323767</id><published>2009-11-06T14:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T08:46:27.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaf Fun</title><content type='html'>I decided today that I would try to blow the massive amounts of leaves in the backyard today into a pile. Being 7 months pregnant I am not going to be bending over time and time again to pick up leaves and put in the bags. That I will leave for the Hubby and kids to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got out the blower, finally got it started, blew leaves off the driveway and ran out of gas. By gas I do not mean my energy. I mean real gas that makes the blower go. I have no idea which of the 3 cans Hubby has in the garage go in the blower, so no more blower. Had to go old school and grab a rake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did half of the yard and the pile I made was huge. I figured that was enough for one day and since my back now hurt it was time to go inside and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were so excited to find the pile ready to jump in when they came home from school today. they really haven't had much leaf pile time this fall with all the rain and cold. But today was just right! they quickly changed clothes and got to jumping. I quickly grabbed my camera and got to shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SvNjN3M7III/AAAAAAAABM4/ybTtNrdcaNg/s1600-h/bridget%27s+big+jump.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400769467954962562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SvNjN3M7III/AAAAAAAABM4/ybTtNrdcaNg/s400/bridget%27s+big+jump.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SvNjNqXqazI/AAAAAAAABMw/xEaXLIg5MAE/s1600-h/bridget+in+leaves+1+close+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400769464510343986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SvNjNqXqazI/AAAAAAAABMw/xEaXLIg5MAE/s400/bridget+in+leaves+1+close+up.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SvNjNHboXqI/AAAAAAAABMo/TkGWVzIvHKw/s1600-h/abby%27s+jump+in+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400769455131745954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SvNjNHboXqI/AAAAAAAABMo/TkGWVzIvHKw/s400/abby%27s+jump+in+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SvNjMhPx31I/AAAAAAAABMg/33Z3lrI39d8/s1600-h/abby+in+leaves+side+view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400769444881489746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SvNjMhPx31I/AAAAAAAABMg/33Z3lrI39d8/s400/abby+in+leaves+side+view.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-3824875378784323767?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/3824875378784323767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=3824875378784323767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3824875378784323767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3824875378784323767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/11/leaf-fun.html' title='Leaf Fun'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SvNjN3M7III/AAAAAAAABM4/ybTtNrdcaNg/s72-c/bridget%27s+big+jump.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-5780575530295181306</id><published>2009-11-05T13:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:40:43.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a Birthday Cake a Daddy Could Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SvMpZQiF1WI/AAAAAAAABMY/56CPag33CLk/s1600-h/abby+mixing+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400705892058781026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SvMpZQiF1WI/AAAAAAAABMY/56CPag33CLk/s400/abby+mixing+cake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hubby's birthday was on Sunday so even though A was sick we had to celebrate.  B was called to help me make the cake and right behind her came A.  Now at this point her temp was almost back to normal, but she was still not all better.  As you can see there is no stopping her when she is on a mission.  So you see the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thermometer&lt;/span&gt; under her arm as she is mixing?  The cake still tasted fine and knock on wood no one else is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-5780575530295181306?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/5780575530295181306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=5780575530295181306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/5780575530295181306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/5780575530295181306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-birthday-cake-daddy-could-love.html' title='Only a Birthday Cake a Daddy Could Love'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SvMpZQiF1WI/AAAAAAAABMY/56CPag33CLk/s72-c/abby+mixing+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-8603600468369801002</id><published>2009-10-31T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:06:41.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Baaaaack</title><content type='html'>Well so much for positive thinking. I began my third trimester with the well know itching in full swing. Looks like the doctor saying that my ICP could go away as I have more babies was not so correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Cholestasis of pregnancy is a condition in which the normal flow of bile in the gallbladder is affected by the high amounts of pregnancy hormones. The fact that I do not have a gallbladder could also be a factor in all of this.  This causes my bile to basically go into bloodstream.  Bile in bloodstream causes my itching and later my jaundice. The baby needs my liver to remove it's bile too, so that is a little stress for "Sparkle" too.  That is why I will begin weekly blood panels and probably fetal monitoring. Good news is that there is a medication that I can take that might help absorb the bile so itching won't be so bad. Plus based on research (google) an increase in Vit.K can also help. So I will be eating a lot of green veggies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best news it that a side effect of all this is a decrease in appetite. Bad news is that I should try to eat a more low fat diet. How does that work with the holidays and my sweet foods cravings? Not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting factor could be the early arrival of "Sparkle".  Most doctors like to deliver at about 38ish weeks. I am 29 weeks now.   B was 2 weeks early (on her own doing) but A was pulled out at 40 weeks. So who knows what will happen with this one. It will all depend on the readiness of "Sparkle" and my health. I think I might go with early delivery if all looks good for the baby. I mean what pregnant mom wants to go the full 40 weeks anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not going nuts yet and happy that it is cold for that helps lessen the itch, but ready to ask the doctor to try the meds when I go to my appointment Wed. Still in a good mood, and positive that it won't get much worse.  Also thinking who needs 4 kids? 3 might be a good number to &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; stop at this time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-8603600468369801002?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8603600468369801002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=8603600468369801002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8603600468369801002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8603600468369801002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-baaaaack.html' title='It&apos;s Baaaaack'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-4011215230379379825</id><published>2009-10-25T17:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:04:11.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SuTYOxIcZJI/AAAAAAAABMQ/ZmRkN1SJWCk/s1600-h/Abby%27s+got+her+pumpkin+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396676001715217554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SuTYOxIcZJI/AAAAAAAABMQ/ZmRkN1SJWCk/s400/Abby%27s+got+her+pumpkin+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A found her pumpkin right away and was super proud that she could pick it up all by herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SuTXnzwhp1I/AAAAAAAABL4/vvz6mJuAooY/s1600-h/bridget+loves+her+pumpkin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396675332405307218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SuTXnzwhp1I/AAAAAAAABL4/vvz6mJuAooY/s400/bridget+loves+her+pumpkin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; B looked and looked until she found her "perfect" pumpkin. There was no talking her out of this one. She actually rolled it quite a distance before Daddy caved and got a wheel barrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SuTXooVMYXI/AAAAAAAABMI/7RXtq9PXzCY/s1600-h/rachel+and+girls+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396675346517746034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SuTXooVMYXI/AAAAAAAABMI/7RXtq9PXzCY/s400/rachel+and+girls+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even Aunt R got some love from the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SuTXoAPwZ5I/AAAAAAAABMA/SUH1bWAXEfc/s1600-h/mom+and+girls+in+tree+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396675335757522834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SuTXoAPwZ5I/AAAAAAAABMA/SUH1bWAXEfc/s400/mom+and+girls+in+tree+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this a sibling photo in this exact tree many years ago (like 20). I thought it was a perfect place to take another photo with my daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-4011215230379379825?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/4011215230379379825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=4011215230379379825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4011215230379379825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4011215230379379825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-day.html' title='Pumpkin Day'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SuTYOxIcZJI/AAAAAAAABMQ/ZmRkN1SJWCk/s72-c/Abby%27s+got+her+pumpkin+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-1313681161819199169</id><published>2009-10-22T16:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:15:01.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Player</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I had a short meeting to attend to the other night. It was about B's upcoming sacraments that she will be receiving this year so I wanted both of us there. This meant that Aunt V had to babysit. The girls were super excited because Aunt V the babysitter is way different than just regular Aunt V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her go to idea is always a few games of hide and seek. The girls are really getting good at this game and it can now go on for more than it used to. When A first started playing she would go to hide in whatever spot the last person was in. Then when she heard you in the room where she was hiding she would jump out and say "Here I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well times have changed. During this round A was hiding in the coat closet, which is a perfect place for the little bugger. After some time, B found her.  This is when  Aunt V was told that A had wet jammies. "What?" Aunt V said. A replied with," Oh I peed my jammies while I was hiding." "Why would you do that A?" Aunt V questioned her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because if I got out to go potty B would have found me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Makes for a good reason to pee in the closet than. Glad to see her taking the game so seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-1313681161819199169?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1313681161819199169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=1313681161819199169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1313681161819199169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1313681161819199169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/10/serious-player.html' title='Serious Player'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-3733705002210575715</id><published>2009-10-19T20:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:00:46.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/St-rP7ZvoXI/AAAAAAAABLQ/U9MUS3bJaPE/s1600-h/ride+by.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395219168745202034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/St-rP7ZvoXI/AAAAAAAABLQ/U9MUS3bJaPE/s400/ride+by.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Look at that posture!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/St-rPET5g_I/AAAAAAAABLI/x7XD9OXkmTs/s1600-h/standing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395219153956733938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/St-rPET5g_I/AAAAAAAABLI/x7XD9OXkmTs/s400/standing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt; to begin trotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/St-rO4Yg6rI/AAAAAAAABLA/y52CE8jOpiY/s1600-h/smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395219150754867890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/St-rO4Yg6rI/AAAAAAAABLA/y52CE8jOpiY/s400/smile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looks rather happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/St-rOS_6fTI/AAAAAAAABK4/MP0IOcYxt1Q/s1600-h/just+on+the+horse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395219140719574322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/St-rOS_6fTI/AAAAAAAABK4/MP0IOcYxt1Q/s400/just+on+the+horse.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; This is no pony ride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have decided to let B begin horseback riding lessons.  2 of her best friends have been  taking lessons for years and B really wanted to try.  I could not believe that on our visit to the stable they actually had her riding a horse.  I thought we were just going to watch her friends and gather information.  Not so much.  She took the offer to ride that day quickly.  Now mind you these are actual horses, not ponies! As you can see in the last photo it is a tall horse. So I was a tad worried and totally nervous for B, but she did great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a great first lesson and we decided that do to my nutty schedule and the cost of each 30 minute lesson she could ride twice a month.  She was super happy.  These photos were taken at her second lesson.  This horse and B did not connect so much.  So she did like riding, she just was not as comfortable on this horse as she was last time on a different horse.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like the instructor too.  She is all about having fun and giving the girls responsibility.  They lead the horses in the arena and back out to their stall, they also learn other horse care things too.  She teaches them without making them feel bad.  B has already been trotting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stable started as a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt; only stable, but has branched out over the years.  During our time slot there are always kids there for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt;.  I like the kids seeing different abilities on horses. Plus due to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt; part there are lots of volunteers there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will see how long this lasts, but for now I get to live my "I always wanted to take riding lessons" through my kid.  After all that is one of the main reason we have kids right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-3733705002210575715?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/3733705002210575715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=3733705002210575715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3733705002210575715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3733705002210575715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-lessons.html' title='New Lessons'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/St-rP7ZvoXI/AAAAAAAABLQ/U9MUS3bJaPE/s72-c/ride+by.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-6931809023705894179</id><published>2009-10-11T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:06:51.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop Making...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/StKNcsmzaGI/AAAAAAAABKw/GwR9DfrdZTI/s1600-h/felt+food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391527228065671266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/StKNcsmzaGI/AAAAAAAABKw/GwR9DfrdZTI/s400/felt+food.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FELT FOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I began this project with the intention of making some cookies for one of my best friend's little 2 year old. Her birthday is in a few days. I had time Friday to begin this endeavor while the girls were at school and I was on "rest" time. Well, after I finished the cookies I decided pancakes with butter would be cute. Everyone knows you can't have pancakes without an egg, right? Then came the sandwich. For this I looked online for a few ideas if not tutorials and was overwhelmed. There are so many creative and skilled people out there! After I figured out how to do the bread I decided peanut butter and jelly were the way to go. Since cheese and bologna were easy I made them too. The popsicle is a fun color, but not the best looking. After looking at all the items I thought I was a little heavy on the sweets so I decided to try a carrot and watermelon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, Sunday night, I am officially finished. I might have kept going, but I need to get this in the mail so I have to stop and get it wrapped and ready to ship. Also, I hand stitched them all this time and my fingers are tired. It is more time consuming than with the machine, but I think I like the end result better. I will say I am now a pro at the blanket stitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was funny how each piece I made would somehow disappear only to be found in the girls possession later. They had such fun with all of this. I kept telling them to leave it alone since it is a gift and because they have tons of play food downstairs. They told me that the felt food I made is way better than the plastic stuff they have downstairs. Nice to hear, but did not grant them play time with my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I now need to find another little one to continue my new fun. I don't need orders right away since my hands are still a little sore from all the stitching, but I will start a list :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-6931809023705894179?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/6931809023705894179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=6931809023705894179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6931809023705894179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6931809023705894179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-stop-making.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop Making...'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/StKNcsmzaGI/AAAAAAAABKw/GwR9DfrdZTI/s72-c/felt+food.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-1502061241108942260</id><published>2009-10-08T18:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:03:24.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Gifted</title><content type='html'>I know B has demonstrated advanced skills in verbal language and problem solving, but this one I didn't see coming.  B brought a reading test home yesterday that had to be signed.  Don't freak out! She only had one wrong.  B asked me as I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; at it if I would go over the wrong one with her because she didn't think it was wrong.  As any good parent, I went right to the one marked wrong and read it over.  I did not believe that it was wrong.  I figured after correcting a class set of these tests a mistake was made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as B was changing out of her uniform, I noticed that there was an eraser mark on the answer choice above the "wrong one".  My teacher wheels came into play now.  I asked B if by chance she actually erased her wrong answer and changed it so it looked correct.  She DID!  My brainy kid is cheating at the age of 7!  I then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to remind her that one wrong answer is no big deal and we are proud of her, but what she did is called cheating and not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Second grade?  My kid has figured out how to cheat just to get a 100%.   I feel that I really have to keep an eye on this one. It is going to be a L-O-N-G &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;academic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt; for us both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-1502061241108942260?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1502061241108942260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=1502061241108942260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1502061241108942260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1502061241108942260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-gifted.html' title='So Gifted'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-1600371961433535384</id><published>2009-10-05T13:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:00:45.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When hubby is not here on a Saturday the girls and I tend to move SLOWLY. We stay in jammies for most of the day, they go back and forth from watching tv to playing or doing arts and crafts, I putter around the house getting odds and ends finished...you get the idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, when hubby is home it is get up and go time. He does not like to hang around and putter. So needless to say since the sun was out and his plans changed for the day we had to do something. We decided to venture out to the Morton Arboretum. I called our library and was able to get 4 free passes so that we would save on admission fees (about $40) and off we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our goal was to find the large animal houses that we could go through, but never got there. By the time we arrived we had enough time to hit up the kids garden area before the rain came from out of nowhere. We also walked around a large pond to view about 50 scarecrows that were on display. The girls had fun looking at all the scarecrows and I had fun eating my sliced apple with carmel and other candy toppings. One of the perks to being pregnant, Hubby does not deny me food. By the time we got back to the car we were rather wet and a bit cold but over all glad we got out of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sso_9-kU_QI/AAAAAAAABKg/woEFHr98sCM/s1600-h/Abby+and+daddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389190238102158594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sso_9-kU_QI/AAAAAAAABKg/woEFHr98sCM/s400/Abby+and+daddy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SspBEd6O71I/AAAAAAAABKo/fBHbLZcnQUI/s1600-h/bridget+with+water+pump.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389191449106378578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SspBEd6O71I/AAAAAAAABKo/fBHbLZcnQUI/s400/bridget+with+water+pump.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-1600371961433535384?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1600371961433535384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=1600371961433535384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1600371961433535384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1600371961433535384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-outing.html' title='Saturday Outing'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sso_9-kU_QI/AAAAAAAABKg/woEFHr98sCM/s72-c/Abby+and+daddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-8622069068969476690</id><published>2009-09-30T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:21:59.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobs On Her Brain</title><content type='html'>With the upcoming baby it is not hard to see why my 4 year old is obsessed with boobs.  She loves saying the word, which she says every chance she can, to commenting on mine.  Positive comments too, by the way, like"Mom, your boobs hang down to your tummy!" or "Why are you boobs so squishy?"   Some comments I try to explain, such as the fact that my boobs didn't &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; hang down to my tummy, others I just let go "unheard". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part about this "stage" (I hope it is just a stage) is not that she is boob crazy, but that she finds nothing wrong with talking about them or touching other family member's boobs. (Aunt Vic and Grandma) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been talking about the fact that when the baby comes it will eat from my boobs.  This makes her giggle and then think some more, then question even more.  I don't mind the questions at all. It is the comments that crack me up. They other day she stated/questioned that when she drank from my boobs one was apple juice and one was milk, right?  or B got one boob and I got the other boob, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also wants us to pretend she is a teenager and has boobs. Or she wants to play with certain Polly Pockets because they too have boobs.  The worst is when she tries to convince my husband that he too has boobs.  This one does not go over well with the Daddy. "Pecks" he tells her, "these are called pecks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will one day miss all of this, but for now I would at least like a break from it. It is bad enough that in a few months I go back to food factory and no longer have any boob time to myself, but do I really need all this boob talk for the next 3 months?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-8622069068969476690?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8622069068969476690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=8622069068969476690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8622069068969476690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8622069068969476690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/09/boobs-on-her-brain.html' title='Boobs On Her Brain'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-9051717341997590298</id><published>2009-09-21T09:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:09:31.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Thoughs From A</title><content type='html'>As I was getting in the shower today A told me:   &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, feel free to use my mermaids and submarine if you want to play in the shower.  I left them in there for you too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car ride to school today began with the finding of an old orange tic-tac on the floor.  this find prompted a 8 minute conversation by A all about how the next time she goes to the store she will get 2 orange tic-tacs so that B can have one.  Then if  A runs out of tic-tacs, will B give her some.  If B runs out, then A will give B some.  I finally had to tell her enough about the tic-tacs.  It was nice to hear all about how they would share though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-9051717341997590298?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/9051717341997590298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=9051717341997590298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/9051717341997590298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/9051717341997590298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-thoughs-from.html' title='Few Thoughs From A'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-4168341097975638114</id><published>2009-09-20T16:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:59:39.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Fun</title><content type='html'>It is that time of the year again...Apple Picking Time!!!  This adventure has quickly become one of our favorites. It is actually one thing we do in which B likes doing just as a family, no friends along.  We went to the same orchard that we always go to, but this time we went on a Saturday.  In the past years we have gone on school days, but now that B is in 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade I don't feel right pulling her from school to go pick apples.  So we decided since the weather was beautiful we would try the orchard on a crazy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not too bad.  It did cost to park (new for us) and the lines to buy bags were a bit longer, but once out in the trees we didn't really come across others.  Plus the trees were bursting with apples and we were able to get many different types this year.  It worked out really well for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need to do now is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;monitor&lt;/span&gt; the girls and make sure they don't eat apples all day long. I also need to get started on baking some apple pies. Perhaps this year I will look into apple bread or cake too? We do have a whole lot of apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SrajUoOaWVI/AAAAAAAABKA/w9159z7SWrc/s1600-h/Bridget+helping+Abby+get+high+ones.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383669979358583122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SrajUoOaWVI/AAAAAAAABKA/w9159z7SWrc/s400/Bridget+helping+Abby+get+high+ones.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why lift her up when big sister can now do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SrajWB9kSaI/AAAAAAAABKQ/210Oet1y9Jc/s1600-h/Bridget+ready+to+throw+apple+at+daddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383670003447122338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SrajWB9kSaI/AAAAAAAABKQ/210Oet1y9Jc/s400/Bridget+ready+to+throw+apple+at+daddy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Take cover Daddy this one is coming at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SrajVYc1gYI/AAAAAAAABKI/mild9SUKNK0/s1600-h/Mommy+and+girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383669992303985026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SrajVYc1gYI/AAAAAAAABKI/mild9SUKNK0/s400/Mommy+and+girls.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and her girls (see I have a little baby bump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SrajW9vp0NI/AAAAAAAABKY/7lb2UVYDwRk/s1600-h/Double+fisted+apples+Abby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383670019494891730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SrajW9vp0NI/AAAAAAAABKY/7lb2UVYDwRk/s400/Double+fisted+apples+Abby.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Which type should I try? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'll just eat both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-4168341097975638114?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/4168341097975638114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=4168341097975638114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4168341097975638114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4168341097975638114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/09/apple-fun.html' title='Apple Fun'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SrajUoOaWVI/AAAAAAAABKA/w9159z7SWrc/s72-c/Bridget+helping+Abby+get+high+ones.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-143458138684259397</id><published>2009-09-17T17:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:54:10.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple of Crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before I sent out the gifts that I made I remembered to take a few photos. I don't want you to think I am making it up when I say I craft. I have been working on these projects for a few weeks mostly due to lack of time and my office buddy in my crafting area. It is hard to sew silently :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These items are for a new baby and her big sister. They also have 2 big brothers, but I just bought them little somethings instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 436px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382569475873186002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SrK6a5RIINI/AAAAAAAABJ4/xLC6m_fJsmU/s400/crayon+roll.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big Sister Crayon Roll and Personalized Bag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I figured a 3 year old girl could never have enough little bags, right? I found this in the clearance section of Michale's for 25 cent! I then cut out a ironed on her name.   The crayon roll I got from many tutorials I found online.  I adjusted as needed and for my first one I'm happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382569467541744194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SrK6aaOwakI/AAAAAAAABJw/BXKPQUDefyU/s400/baby+stuff.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby Sister's Burp Cloth and Monogrammed Onesie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love this sort fleecy fabric on the burp cloth (Have extra in case I have a girl).  The onesie is my new favorite project for babies. Who doesn't love a personal onesie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there you have it!  A few projects done and can't wait to start on new ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-143458138684259397?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/143458138684259397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=143458138684259397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/143458138684259397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/143458138684259397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/09/couple-of-crafts.html' title='Couple of Crafts'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SrK6a5RIINI/AAAAAAAABJ4/xLC6m_fJsmU/s72-c/crayon+roll.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-9004211439597328444</id><published>2009-09-15T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:48:47.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Up</title><content type='html'>I have decided that in order to push this baby out in January I had better get my strength up. So this week I got back to exercise.  Now that we are getting the school schedule under control, I figured I'd get in gear. So yesterday I walked a little more than 2 miles and even stopped by the library on my way to sign B up for an event. (Nothing like multi-tasking) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for a bike ride.  Now some might think that at 24 weeks I should not be on a bike.  I have no idea. I figure I have not lost my balance yet, and I am really not all that big so I would go for a ride. Plus my shin splints hurt from my walk yesterday.  I had every intention of doing my 10 ish miles, but then as I continued down the path s-l-o-w-l-y I decided 5 was a good place to start for today.  I mean I don't want to over do it, right?  I could not believe how slow I was. I had good energy and my legs were not tired, but my speed just was not there.  I really felt like I should have a shirt on that reads " I'm not slow I'm pregnant" on the back for all the other riders who were passing me.  It felt good to ride again and I am glad I went just wish I went faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did do some major house cleaning today too while my "office buddy" was out for the day. I figured it was the only chance I'd have to run the vacuum during business hours. So all levels and rooms of the house have been picked up and vacuumed. I sure brought a whole lot of basement toys back down too.  I even did 3 loads of laundry.  Now if i can just sleep through the night after all this physical activity it will all be worth it. Plus, with A gone all day tomorrow I won't have to spend my time alone cleaning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-9004211439597328444?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/9004211439597328444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=9004211439597328444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/9004211439597328444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/9004211439597328444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/09/speed-up.html' title='Speed Up'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-6595444127668509831</id><published>2009-09-11T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:13:43.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If all my readers &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; friends I think I would have lost them all by now. I have no idea where the days have gone, but they did. I swear I sit at the computer and check my email and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, and then plan to blog. Really I do. For some reason I just don't. In fact I haven't really been up to reading many blogs either. I seem to be in a no computer rut. Perhaps that is due to the fact that with the hubby home on the computer often I just don't get the time till night. I really don't like sitting at the computer instead of laying on the couch. But enough &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt;... I am going to sit here and blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First day of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380332429833969058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SqrH1rXEnaI/AAAAAAAABJo/J1Sq5gZNoJs/s400/bridget%27s+1st+day+of+2nd+grade.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe B is in 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade this year.  This means that she will be making her 1st Holy Communion. She was super happy to have one of her best friends in her class and to get the teacher that she wanted. So far the year is going well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380332418710571394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SqrH1B7DCYI/AAAAAAAABJg/ZjsCyG7FtDE/s400/abby%27s+first+day+of+preschool+2009-10+2.JPG" /&gt;A began her full week of preschool this year. She goes every day now from 8-11. In addition to this I put her in extended care for the rest of the day a few days of the week.  This means that she gets to stay at school and eat lunch plus play with her friends till 3:00.  It is nice to be able to drop off and pick up both kids at the same time.   She has really liked going full day, and has asked for more days, but I'm not ready to let my little one be gone all day everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my newest one, the ultrasound looked good. I did not find out what the sex of the baby is.  Surprised? I am too. The ultrasound tech asked me twice, but I just said NO.  Hubby really wants to know, but not me.  Not knowing helps me not shop which equals saving money for now.&lt;br /&gt;Being 23 weeks I am showing a bit more and am really starting to feel movement.  At times I seem to forget all about the baby till it moves and then I am wondering why my tummy is growling.  Oh yeah, it's the baby.  The girls are still super excited and love looking at name with us. For now we seem to just call it sparkle (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;A's&lt;/span&gt; choice name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy working on many projects from burp cloths, to crayon roll, to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;key chains&lt;/span&gt;, to a camera strap cover.(all gifts, well not the camera strap cover)  No photos since I forgot to take ones before I wrapped them all and sent them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a new/used dresser to use for the baby as well.  I will take a picture soon and get some input on how to finish it.  I can't decide between stain or paint.  I'm leaning towards paint so it matches the rest on the furniture, but the crib that I borrow I'm sure will be a stained type of wood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this covers it all but I'm sure most of you are bored so I will stop.  I will try to blog more, but no promises :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-6595444127668509831?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/6595444127668509831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=6595444127668509831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6595444127668509831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6595444127668509831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SqrH1rXEnaI/AAAAAAAABJo/J1Sq5gZNoJs/s72-c/bridget%27s+1st+day+of+2nd+grade.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-4990802282835990090</id><published>2009-08-30T19:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:42:00.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternity Colors</title><content type='html'>For a couple of hours today I spent it trying on clothes, maternity clothes that is.  I have been lucky enough to be given clothes by 3 different friends to use.  I wish I still had some of my pieces, but alas I gave it all away after my last one.  I should have known better.  While doing this  I did take a break or two for kid intervention, but I also had a lot of maternity clothes to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I was trying on shirt after shirt I noticed that most of the maternity colors my 3 different friends have "donated" to me are all drab.  There are no bright cheery colors!  Why?  I even noticed this at Target and Kohl's the other day.  Why only basic black, white and gray?  Where is the bright blue? The purple?  The happy green?  The warm yellows?  Why do non of my friends have these colors either?  I refuse to wear drab colors. This could me I  need to find bright cheerful bras since I won't have a shirt on, but so be it.  When will the fashion industry notice that pregers like color too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did not want to buy any clothes this time, but it looks like I will have to if I can find better colors.  I sure don't want to look fat AND depressed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-4990802282835990090?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/4990802282835990090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=4990802282835990090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4990802282835990090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4990802282835990090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/08/maternity-colors.html' title='Maternity Colors'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-8534408482806669373</id><published>2009-08-26T19:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:52:40.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Productive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; in just a few days and I am just about ready. I have all needed uniform pieces ready, washed, and tried on. I am almost finished gathering A's preschool needs together. You know the photos, the change of clothes... B' supplies were bought weeks ago and have been in her bag that long as well. She is excited. Like her Mommy, she loves the new supplies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the girl's year photos taken yesterday. Just in time for the rain came today and looks like it is set on staying for a few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374439855134062962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SpXYkr_3uXI/AAAAAAAABJY/HK3VtTZwKy8/s400/girls+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I updated baby books with needed photos. (some info might still need to be written in)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also put all of last school papers that we are keeping in the new binders. The way I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saving&lt;/span&gt; papers is I date the backs and place them in a file folder by child during the year. I am very judgemental when doing this. I do NOT keep tons of them. usually if it is body part tracing art, or made up stories I keep them. I try not to keep many xerox type papers. by doing it this way I find putting them in a binder is quick. they are sorted, dated, and in chronological order all ready. All that makes the job quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am still tackling To Do jobs, but the good news is I am getting to cross some off. Must be the new pregnancy that is motivating me. Perhaps I will be nesting for the entire 9 months with this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-8534408482806669373?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8534408482806669373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=8534408482806669373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8534408482806669373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8534408482806669373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-productive.html' title='Feeling Productive'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SpXYkr_3uXI/AAAAAAAABJY/HK3VtTZwKy8/s72-c/girls+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7098490199233486278</id><published>2009-08-20T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:23:38.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer?</title><content type='html'>I am finding it hard to believe that the summer is just about gone. I feel like it just started. Well that could be due to the crappy weather we had till the middle of July, but at least it finally got warm.  The girls and I did a lot of adventures this summer, but there are still more that I had on my summer bucket list to do.  We have just one more week till school starts again. I am excited with the thought of B gone all day and A gone half of the day, but not so excited to begin a schedule again.  Plus the making of lunches...YUCK!  I do feed my kids lunch daily, but having to plan one and pack it daily is a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking I will be able to get so many things accomplished while both girls are gone in the morning, but then I remember that my hubby is still working from home.  This means quiet time and no computer for me.  We really need to fix the lap top!  Plus I keep thinking about all the projects that I want to do before this baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt; up in 20 weeks.  the fact that I can't even keep the dinning room table cleared off for more than 2 days is not a good indicator of how my projects will go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7098490199233486278?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7098490199233486278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7098490199233486278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7098490199233486278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7098490199233486278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer.html' title='Summer?'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-3155401562853777527</id><published>2009-08-11T18:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:05:40.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Friends Leaving</title><content type='html'>This week is the last week that my girls have to play with their friends before they move to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Iowa&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the week.  I too only have a few more days to sit at the pool and chat while our kids play together.  I sure am going to miss them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a life lesson that I wish the girls did not have to experience just yet.  It is hard to lose good friends.  This family we just met in April, but it was a perfect match for all of us (hubby included)  They have great kids and a sarcastic wit.     We all wish they didn't have to move back home, but totally understand the pull of family.  B gets the meaning of moving away, but A really has no clue.  She still thinks she will see buddy in school.  It breaks my heart trying to explain this situation to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the bright side to all this pain is that we now have a new place to travel too next summer. After all Iowa is only 7 hours away :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-3155401562853777527?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/3155401562853777527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=3155401562853777527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3155401562853777527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3155401562853777527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-friends-leaving.html' title='More Friends Leaving'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7123555541721399217</id><published>2009-08-07T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:03:54.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Not A Test</title><content type='html'>This new post is not a test to see who reads my blog, but simply a way for me to spread the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you give away ALL of your baby items due to the decision that you and husband are finished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you finally decide to redo your resume and apply for teaching jobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you redo the girl's room all girly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, if you are me you get yourself pregnant again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, this is not a joke. We really are expecting another little one this January.  I was in total shock (and tears) for a while, but am slowly getting over it.  This is our bonus baby and the girls are super excited.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have now told family and some friends, but figured that at 17 weeks it is a good time to tell the rest of my peeps.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you are taking the news a little better than I did :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7123555541721399217?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7123555541721399217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7123555541721399217' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7123555541721399217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7123555541721399217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-not-test.html' title='This Is Not A Test'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2963165829561526345</id><published>2009-08-06T13:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:06:09.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Fun</title><content type='html'>Today for our Camp Mommy Adventure, I took the girls to a spot that I have yet to go to. It is the River Trails Nature Center. My parents took the girls there a long time ago, but I had not been since I was young. It has been redone and is really good. The best part is the kids hands-on rooms that are chock full of nature and exploring. Actually better than that is that it is all FREE! We were there for almost 3 hours. The girls just kept finding new stuff or returning to play with something again. I really liked how clean it was and totally empty. We were the only ones there for most of the time. It was nice to see a place that has a mix of age appropriate activities as well as family activities. We read books, had puppet shows, played games, did puzzles... you get the idea. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366926750173261762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Snsnca-eb8I/AAAAAAAABJQ/BwyE7wPbHUE/s400/Spider+Bridget.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B made many spider webs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366926740166165778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Snsnb1smRRI/AAAAAAAABJI/jQKSPGb4nQ8/s400/book,puzzle,game+area.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;books, puzzles, games...oh my!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366926728403293842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SnsnbJ4HFpI/AAAAAAAABI4/lX6eayMLlJ8/s400/Abby+in+the+eagle+nest.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eagle's nest and a fox den&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366926734455035330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Snsnbga9VcI/AAAAAAAABJA/Qd42qB7DYSY/s400/bridget+by+trunk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUGE tree trunk&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366926725115731522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Snsna9oS3kI/AAAAAAAABIw/4NUaqkRJxRk/s400/Abby+in+trunk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, it is a really big trunk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2963165829561526345?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2963165829561526345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2963165829561526345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2963165829561526345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2963165829561526345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/08/nature-fun.html' title='Nature Fun'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Snsnca-eb8I/AAAAAAAABJQ/BwyE7wPbHUE/s72-c/Spider+Bridget.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-6014950211071053420</id><published>2009-07-25T17:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:10:47.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today we went to a free ScienceLab fair. It was a lot of fun for all of us. I loved that it was free and outside, B and A loved all the neat science experiments that they did themselves, and Daddy loved that he learned stuff too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537453537470706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SmuPZuzUKPI/AAAAAAAABIg/WDvx6yiCnSc/s400/peddle+faster+and+watch+the+globe+spin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As B peddled the globe would spin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537448870863122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SmuPZdatYRI/AAAAAAAABIY/Ha96Tj1bZv8/s400/bubbles+and+colors.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What color do you see before a bubble pops? A knows now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537440646326386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SmuPY-x06HI/AAAAAAAABIQ/M_FX6ISRgaU/s400/drops+of+water+on+a+penny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many drops of water can fit on a penny? More than you think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537434747308770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SmuPYozZCuI/AAAAAAAABII/S1S_a7dWPMs/s400/Abby+and+her+kazoo+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We even made our own kazoos with tongue depressors and straws&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362537460286094018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SmuPaH8T-sI/AAAAAAAABIo/tkHAxQJtrhE/s400/still+running.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even with all the science fun they still had energy to run,run,run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-6014950211071053420?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/6014950211071053420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=6014950211071053420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6014950211071053420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6014950211071053420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/07/science-day.html' title='Science Day'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SmuPZuzUKPI/AAAAAAAABIg/WDvx6yiCnSc/s72-c/peddle+faster+and+watch+the+globe+spin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-653042645070448783</id><published>2009-07-23T19:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:57:52.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goal</title><content type='html'>I have decided that it is time to get a few "projects" finished. I keep thinking that if I "do it later" it will get done. Well that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; not working. I decided to try something new... "Do It Now!" I have to say that this might actually work. So far I have painted the girl's picture frames that have been sitting in the boxes for a year now. I still need to put photos in them and hang them in the room, but one step at a time. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to my next goal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361818280440184242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SmkBUWPVPbI/AAAAAAAABIA/2iMIxnGx95k/s400/photos+stack+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perpetual stack of family photos.  This stack at one time was gone, I swear it!  Somehow it has come back in full force.  I do not scrapbook (do I need to explain why?) I try to put them in albums.  Not so much based on the size of the stack.   So I decided enough is enough.  Time to get this stack smaller. I took all of them to the living room and made myself start.  So far so good, but not done yet. I have gone through the envelopes and put all the photos in chronological order. On to the albums :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-653042645070448783?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/653042645070448783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=653042645070448783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/653042645070448783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/653042645070448783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-goal.html' title='My Goal'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SmkBUWPVPbI/AAAAAAAABIA/2iMIxnGx95k/s72-c/photos+stack+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-5610735856402324686</id><published>2009-07-20T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:25:49.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another First</title><content type='html'>On Sunday we decided to have a family outing. The weather was not so summer like, it was about 68 degrees, so we thought it would be a good day to hit the Bristol Renaissance Faire. This is one place we have wanted to go, but never thought it was a good time. Now that the girls were older and it was not so hot we thought we'd try it.  I grabbed a few coupons and off we went. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I had no idea as to what I was getting myself and family into.  It was what I picture a Star Trek convention to be like, but with all dressed in the time of the Renaissance.  I have never seen so many bosom or weirdos.  Now I'm sure most were not strange people who dressed up just to attend the faire.  No I'm thinking many were "actors" that were paid to dress up and walk around.  As soon as I walked through the parking lot and looked around I began wondering what am I doing to my girls?  All in all it was a fun activity. I would not go again due to the extreme amount of money it could cost.  We paid to enter and then were expected to pay for each kiddie activity.  Needless to say, "We don't play that game".  The only ride I paid for was the ELEPHANT  ride.  I mean 5 bucks and you get to ride an elephant! The ponies alone cost $4.  B was so excited to go on the elephant. A... not so much. She cried as soon as she got to the top of the steps.  So just Daddy and B got to ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360709380934013778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SmUQx5qtE1I/AAAAAAAABH4/fDNVVkIN1Oo/s400/elephant+ride+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360709370820460834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SmUQxT_cgSI/AAAAAAAABHw/FNlWtCSDHvM/s400/elephant+ride+mouth+open+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not my little girl at the back of the elephant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360709365832054530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SmUQxBaHdwI/AAAAAAAABHo/czosc8Y44ag/s400/elephant+ride+trunk+up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-5610735856402324686?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/5610735856402324686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=5610735856402324686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/5610735856402324686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/5610735856402324686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-first.html' title='Another First'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SmUQx5qtE1I/AAAAAAAABH4/fDNVVkIN1Oo/s72-c/elephant+ride+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-6961818835004606193</id><published>2009-07-14T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:36:34.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Pillow Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sl0HiHxeeNI/AAAAAAAABHY/IhxFKTY_WNA/s1600-h/cushion+fort.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358447414424271058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sl0HiHxeeNI/AAAAAAAABHY/IhxFKTY_WNA/s400/cushion+fort.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked into the living room the other night after cleaning up dinner to find this.  The girls quickly created a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;house out&lt;/span&gt; of all the cushions they could gather.  They even went up to their room to get blankets and bed pillows.  They did a great job and even worked TOGETHER.  They wanted nothing more than to sleep in it for the night. If it hadn't been made in the living room I might have let them sleep there.  We decided that they could use the huge floor pillows to sleep on in their room.  This compromise worked and they quickly took the fort apart. Notice I didn't say that all the cushions found their way back to the couches.  They had fun creating and that is what mattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-6961818835004606193?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/6961818835004606193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=6961818835004606193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6961818835004606193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6961818835004606193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-pillow-fun.html' title='A Little Pillow Fun'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sl0HiHxeeNI/AAAAAAAABHY/IhxFKTY_WNA/s72-c/cushion+fort.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-616225529788427916</id><published>2009-07-13T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:55:28.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview of the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SlvVqMDDbDI/AAAAAAAABHQ/nxtwXQ7Qc50/s1600-h/tween.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358111102452591666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SlvVqMDDbDI/AAAAAAAABHQ/nxtwXQ7Qc50/s400/tween.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; B is not only one the phone with her friend, but is also online with her as well!  They are both "members" of a Disney site called club &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;penguin&lt;/span&gt;. Well B is not an official member since it costs money. As a free member you still get to do lots of stuff. She is working me hard to be a paid member of course. I told her I still need to look into the whole member thing and what it gets you.  Plus I told her she will have to pay for half of it. It costs 6 bucks a month so she would have to earn 3 each month (in case you couldn't do quick math). She was all over this deal! Then she figured perhaps she could ask someone for the membership for Christmas that way she wouldn't have to pay the whole year.  She is a quick one I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy couldn't believe that I let her not only talk on the phone, but while she was on the computer too. It was sort of neat to listen in and watch her on the computer. It reminded me of just how old she is getting too. Guess my little girl is going away.  I will say this will NOT be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt; happening. I have to surprise her with this treat.  I will say that when I told her to get off the computer and the phone she did so with no trouble. I'm sure the day will come when I get to just hang up the phone like my parents did too. Till then I will take the obedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-616225529788427916?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/616225529788427916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=616225529788427916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/616225529788427916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/616225529788427916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/07/preview-of-future.html' title='Preview of the Future'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SlvVqMDDbDI/AAAAAAAABHQ/nxtwXQ7Qc50/s72-c/tween.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-5669704501181202483</id><published>2009-06-30T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:10:21.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Big Girl Bike</title><content type='html'>A was super excited today when she saw this after camp. our good friends dropped it off just in time. I have been looking for a bike for her and didn't want to spend money on one. I figured she would only ride it for a little while, then she would be tall enough for B's old one. I searched and asked, and no luck. I was all ready to go to Walmart and get one when my friend called saying she found a little one for A. I was happy, but A was super happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got on it right away and rode off on the driveway. She was so proud of herself. I was too. Even B thought it was neat to see her on a "real" bike.  Now all I need to do is fix the helmet since it was big sister's, and she is good to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353137859416065506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SkoqhWAwheI/AAAAAAAABHI/wmBRktU8Gn0/s400/abby%27s+first+big+girl+bike.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-5669704501181202483?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/5669704501181202483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=5669704501181202483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/5669704501181202483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/5669704501181202483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-big-girl-bike.html' title='A New Big Girl Bike'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SkoqhWAwheI/AAAAAAAABHI/wmBRktU8Gn0/s72-c/abby%27s+first+big+girl+bike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-3706835131181410051</id><published>2009-06-29T08:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:11:22.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She is only 4!</title><content type='html'>A's new favorite thing to do is put on make-up. I recently bought the girls some mommy approved make-up and they have had a blast.  I came down the other morning to find this. A had brought down the mirror and made herself comfortable while she began the application process. What will I do when she is 13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Ski8vWqywHI/AAAAAAAABGw/kwk14V2TOkk/s1600-h/abby+doing+makeup+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352735678854774898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Ski8vWqywHI/AAAAAAAABGw/kwk14V2TOkk/s400/abby+doing+makeup+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352735682791214722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Ski8vlVUDoI/AAAAAAAABG4/ZsLqsXXnGPI/s400/abby+doing+lips+close+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-3706835131181410051?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/3706835131181410051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=3706835131181410051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3706835131181410051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3706835131181410051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-is-only-4.html' title='She is only 4!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Ski8vWqywHI/AAAAAAAABGw/kwk14V2TOkk/s72-c/abby+doing+makeup+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2854134095789623266</id><published>2009-06-24T19:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:30:05.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Picking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SkLEWtXUP8I/AAAAAAAABGo/fbI6XHPog0Q/s1600-h/girls+with+berries.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351055201683128258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SkLEWtXUP8I/AAAAAAAABGo/fbI6XHPog0Q/s400/girls+with+berries.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I took the girls strawberry picking. We went with my friend who has twin 4 year old girls. This is something I remember doing with my Grandparents many,many years ago. We arrived at the farm at 9:00 and had a very HOT time. We decided that we are not geared for migrant work. The girls did a good job, but 4 year olds are not the best pickers. Add the heat and they were "finished" after about 20 minutes. In their defense, I too was finished after about 20 minutes. The problem was that I had yet to fill my baskets with the sweet juicy goodness. B was ready to trade her half basket for my almost full one. As soon as A saw this she too wanted to trade up. I knew her motive was all about eating not picking so I was not quick to trade with her. All in all the girls did great and we ended up leaving with 2 baskets full. Now to decide what to make with all of these.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351055196984448642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SkLEWb3EFoI/AAAAAAAABGg/k3gDFF3Ceno/s400/bridget+and+berry+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351055191709772210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SkLEWINe6bI/AAAAAAAABGY/2i3XG8Li_ys/s400/abby+eating+berries+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351055189281044914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SkLEV_KbebI/AAAAAAAABGQ/tG3ppGjpBog/s400/abby+and+berry+basket+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2854134095789623266?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2854134095789623266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2854134095789623266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2854134095789623266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2854134095789623266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/06/strawberry-picking.html' title='Strawberry Picking'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SkLEWtXUP8I/AAAAAAAABGo/fbI6XHPog0Q/s72-c/girls+with+berries.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-3904619509109780101</id><published>2009-06-22T19:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:13:43.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Racetrack Fun</title><content type='html'>We hit Arlington park for Father's day this year. The horse track is always a good time since we go only once a year. It was neat to see just how into it the girls were this year. I did not think they would make it all day, but once again I was surprised. What was shocking was the fact that B was more into placing bets with Daddy than eating! I don't even think she asked for food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and B had great fun picking horses and going to place the bets. B even caught a few mistakes that Daddy made.  She was big on colors and when she found the horse named Saint B she was all over this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little A was really into cheering the horses on. She loved to watch the horses run by and really got into which number won.  The funny part was when she saw the "follow horse" ( I don't know what the real name or the job of this horse and rider is, but they follow behind the racers) anyway... as A saw this horse cross the finish line, well after the others, she said,"That is so sad that he is all by himself"  I then tried to explain that he was not a race horse he just stayed close in case one got hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was good and the family time was even better. It was a good Father's day if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f3a95ce393ef4402" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3a95ce393ef4402%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469827%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1057FEFFDC6791058B76F35C1E835DC272552789.1915956F2C67CC30207261F0218BEB4F97F70F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3a95ce393ef4402%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDygotZZsVzPizpQlpw6apD35ma8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3a95ce393ef4402%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469827%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1057FEFFDC6791058B76F35C1E835DC272552789.1915956F2C67CC30207261F0218BEB4F97F70F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3a95ce393ef4402%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDygotZZsVzPizpQlpw6apD35ma8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-3904619509109780101?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f3a95ce393ef4402&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/3904619509109780101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=3904619509109780101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3904619509109780101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3904619509109780101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/06/racetrack-fun.html' title='Racetrack Fun'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2766481318319676576</id><published>2009-06-19T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:55:33.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What A NIght...</title><content type='html'>I have been looking forward to some heat for a while now. I mean it is the middle of June. So yesterday's 80+ degrees was so very welcome.  The only problem was the night. I am way too cheep to turn on the AC for one night. The girls were not easy to put down for the night even with most of the day spent at the pool. A was up till almost 9:00! I think B fell asleep before that. First it was "just too hot" then it was "Daddy, PLEASE bring up a fan." Then you know what comes after the fan is in the room..." I can't feel it" and "it is still too hot".  I finally told them if I heard anymore I would take the fan away and they would just sweat till they fell asleep.  Well it got them quiet at least :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep on the couch during the last 15 minutes of my show.  I hate that for now I have no idea how it ended. Good thing I woke up right as the news came on so I could get to bed at my normal time.  But now I was a tad hot too.  I think I fell asleep and then hubby came in. I'm awake now due to all his tossing and turning.  Finally I told him to go get the stupid fan and knock it off.  The fan resulted in the banging up 2 flights of stairs, turning on the bedroom light, and asking me 2 questions.  Yes all this at about 12:30.  Not too happy.  Now I can't fall back to sleep due to the fan noise.  Luckily hubby decided it was not enough and he would go to the basement to sleep since it is cold down there. Great thanks for waking me up and on your way out turn off the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just about to fall asleep and there is a strange beeping noise.  I look and see that it is about 2:15. What the heck is making that noise.  Hubby, who is once again in our bed, does not move so I figure he does not hear it.  I get up and go on the hunt.  I find it in the basement. It is the smoke alarm.  Now I don't smell or see anything that would make the alarm go off, so I yank out the battery and go back to bed.  Wait! is it just a smoke detector or is it also a CO2 detector? Crap! I can't remember.  Is our house filling up with CO2? Is that why I am tired?  I figure I will just wait to see if the next detector in the kitchen goes off.  Yeah. right. Like I am going to wait and see if my babies die. So I go down to the computer and try to figure out what kind of detector I have.  Basically mine does not match any of the ones pictured on the website so I figure it is just smoke.  Back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 and I am startled awake not by the storm, but by a loud crash from downstairs.  Look over at hubby and he once again does not move. Man he can sleep through anything! This time I try to think about what would have made that noise. I figure it can't be anything too major and I am not going to go look for it. It already fell so it will wait till morning.  (just to let you know it was the large bulletin board I have in the kitchen. I found this in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no luck going right back to sleep. 5:00 rolls around and more thunder.  7:00 and A screams for B, who is downstairs. Nothing like jumping out of sleep for that one.  Well now I am up and still rather tired.  Perhaps I will nap when they go to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nah! I will take a few moments to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2766481318319676576?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2766481318319676576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2766481318319676576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2766481318319676576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2766481318319676576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh What A NIght...'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-8407853289021020753</id><published>2009-06-15T19:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:31:53.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>I have been getting a bit of flack from true Laugh and Tears blog readers that it has been a LONG time since I last posted. I have been busy once again. Plus now with a few days of nice weather I am no longer at my computer much. In fact I have not checked email or facebook, or other blogs in 2 days! usually I'm on a few times per day. It has been nice with the girls out of school and no real schedule. We (I) have been sleeping in and it is nice to not have to rush out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have started their week of Bible Camp. It is great so far. They both had a lot of fun today and can't wait to go back tomorrow. I have to say I did like the couple of hours to myself too. I got some Father's day shopping done and it was nice without the girls. Then we spent the rest of the day outside. I love that there is finally some sun and do not like the fact that the rain is coming back. We have been able to get to the beach a few times and the water/sprinkler park. It sure makes me miss the sun after days with it. I also sure am glad that I get to stay home and play now with the girls. I'm not sure I would like to have to go to work and not have all this fun. I am actually looking forward to the rest of the summer and am glad that it has just started. Not sure I will still be saying this in a few weeks, but for now I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is time to get one stinky tired little girl in a bath. This will be neither easy nor quite. Sorry for the boring blog and the lack of them. I will try to add a few photos next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-8407853289021020753?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8407853289021020753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=8407853289021020753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8407853289021020753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8407853289021020753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-8472275763867230424</id><published>2009-05-31T11:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:47:22.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Snack</title><content type='html'>I was taking a quick shower and A was watching her show. When I came downstairs I found her stool over by the counter and this. Yes, a partially eaten nectarine. Funny that she ate some and then put it right back where she found it. When I asked her about it she told me,"I just wanted a bite for a quick snack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342030069828680514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SiK0C5OX-0I/AAAAAAAABGI/fljjEvknVxg/s400/snack.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-8472275763867230424?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8472275763867230424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=8472275763867230424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8472275763867230424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8472275763867230424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-snack.html' title='Quick Snack'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SiK0C5OX-0I/AAAAAAAABGI/fljjEvknVxg/s72-c/snack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7935057427743215504</id><published>2009-05-27T18:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:35:28.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Great Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We held B's American Girl birthday party this weekend. I decided that I would have the girls bring their AMG doll with. From what I heard the moms say it was harder to get the dolls ready for the party than the actual human. I found B was the same way. She tried a few outfits on her doll too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340649909878584674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sh3MzAwI9WI/AAAAAAAABGA/PK1tBVoeYi4/s400/doll+guests.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The doll guests that came in their party clothes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her big excitement fort he day was that we gave her another AMG doll for her birthday. Well, I didn't really buy it. I won it at the school raffle along with a bunch of other stuff for the doll. I will be giving some of the other items tomorrow on her birthday and others are hidden till Christmas. She was really happy to now have 2 dolls. I hope it will make things easier when friends come over to play. Now they each have one to use.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The party went really well. I had done a TON of prep work on Sunday. From decorating, to making all the special food, to the 3 tier cake. They only thing I did not prep was the craft. B wanted to make matching headbands for each girl and their doll. No big deal I though. How hard would it be to sew a ribbon to a pony holder? Well when I tried a few the hour before the party, it was not so easy. I thought the sewing machine was the way to go. Not so much. It seemed to eat the ribbon. Hand sewing it was. I then thought the girls would be able and willing to do this. They were willing, but not so able. After about the 3rd girl to loose her needle I figured it was easier and faster for me to sew the headbands. They all turned out really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340649907405551234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sh3My3ihdoI/AAAAAAAABF4/6CW08j2uiE4/s400/cake+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The cake looked ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340649901141553154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sh3MygNEcAI/AAAAAAAABFw/Uir_pe9avyc/s400/decorations+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Full decorations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B had a good time playing the AMG bingo game and the secret doll game I made up. It was even better when all the moms came to pick up and kept gushing about how great it all was. I feel good knowing that I am out of the spend tons of cash and invite all kids bunch. I still do it at home, have a small guest list (about 6 girls came) and impress them all. I am glad it is over but more glad that each girl seemed so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340649898059472114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sh3MyUuPnPI/AAAAAAAABFo/eh9ynq0YQdM/s400/guests+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eating the special lunch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340649888739535570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sh3MxyAMqtI/AAAAAAAABFg/e4CAw7Bam2A/s400/girls+dolls+headbands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A few guests and their matching headbands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7935057427743215504?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7935057427743215504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7935057427743215504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7935057427743215504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7935057427743215504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-great-birthday-party.html' title='Another Great Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sh3MzAwI9WI/AAAAAAAABGA/PK1tBVoeYi4/s72-c/doll+guests.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2622408157898526724</id><published>2009-05-23T11:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:14:04.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught on Screen Porch</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I was called to see what was now "caught" on our back porch. My husband said there was a humming bird, but I totally though he was wrong. I didn't even think he knew what a humming bird looked like. So to humor him I walked to the back door and looked on the porch. Sure enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339051883493479170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/ShgfZokCUwI/AAAAAAAABFY/23B-DE8ol1U/s400/humming+bird+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;taking a quick rest on our clothes line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339051880522384066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/ShgfZdfrAsI/AAAAAAAABFQ/NCK4SR0qTV4/s400/humming+bird+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still looking for a way out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a beautiful blue-green humming bird. He was trying to find a way out, but seemed to be stuck on the wrong side of the porch. I have no understanding why all the animals that get on the porch have such trouble finding the big open door that they came in.  I tried to use a towel to guide the bird to the door. I was close but at the last minute he would fly to the opposite side again. A few times he even got his tiny beak stuck in the screen holes.  I went to get my camera and good close up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lens&lt;/span&gt;, but he was so quick that I could not get many good photos. These really are the best I could do. I knew they were fast little birds, but until ones sees them in person you have no idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun to watch for a while and finally he did find his way off the porch. I was glad.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2622408157898526724?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2622408157898526724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2622408157898526724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2622408157898526724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2622408157898526724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/05/caught-on-screen-porch.html' title='Caught on Screen Porch'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/ShgfZokCUwI/AAAAAAAABFY/23B-DE8ol1U/s72-c/humming+bird+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-8825582113119168079</id><published>2009-05-20T13:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:43:30.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the Way I was Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/ShRO_3XC2AI/AAAAAAAABFI/Wrlm16siZB8/s1600-h/cleaning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337978317440210946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/ShRO_3XC2AI/AAAAAAAABFI/Wrlm16siZB8/s400/cleaning.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not really the way I wash off the kitchen table, but then again I am not the one doing it. Her reason for having to climb on the table was that she couldn't reach the other side. Makes sense to me. Sometimes she is such a good helper :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-8825582113119168079?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8825582113119168079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=8825582113119168079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8825582113119168079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8825582113119168079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-way-i-was-thinking.html' title='Not the Way I was Thinking'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/ShRO_3XC2AI/AAAAAAAABFI/Wrlm16siZB8/s72-c/cleaning.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-8030139052934218425</id><published>2009-05-18T17:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:35:54.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Sister Graduates</title><content type='html'>Finally the day many of us older siblings looked forward to all these years. Not because she took years and years, but because it was a bit harder on her than some of us older ones. I think the older ones wanted out of the house where my sister &lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt; the house and non of us, so why leave? Victoria graduated from University of Illinois on Saturday. It was a proud moment for me as well as my parents. My sister worked hard and went through a lot to accomplish this diploma. I am so proud of her. She will be such a great teacher in the fall (hopefully). &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337296150023658498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/ShHikfs4XAI/AAAAAAAABFA/5Q4_f05ZmX8/s400/vic+graduation.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-8030139052934218425?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8030139052934218425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=8030139052934218425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8030139052934218425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8030139052934218425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-little-sister-graduates.html' title='My Little Sister Graduates'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/ShHikfs4XAI/AAAAAAAABFA/5Q4_f05ZmX8/s72-c/vic+graduation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-383668545045093355</id><published>2009-05-15T16:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:54:47.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow-tastic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are a few before photos of A's rainbow birthday party. Victoria and I have been busy making everything look like a big rainbow. There are a few things you will not see like how each doorway in my house (you know I have about 5 on the first floor) are covered with different color streamers. I figure the girls will love to walk through them. I focused most of the decorations in the dining room since that is where the food will be. I hope the rain stays away long enough for us to get in a few games of cloud hunt, and cloud,cloud,rainbow (duck,duck,goose). I also am thinking of a rainbow walk (they walk on color squares and when music ends they freeze. I call out a color and whoever is on that color wins.) Perhaps a fun round of red light green light too. If it does rain I'm not so sure what we will do. Will have photos after too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171205387696946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sg3jcGXNOzI/AAAAAAAABEw/s4DfTkwSGuY/s400/table+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Table shot. Each part of the table is a different color. The people at the party store thought I was nuts I'm sure since non of my stuff matched. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171201836749170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sg3jb5ImEXI/AAAAAAAABEo/c2EvYJH3KHs/s400/table+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another view of the room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171195210396002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sg3jbgcv8WI/AAAAAAAABEg/mAAR8TqB_FE/s400/banner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aunt Victoria worked hard on the banner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171192927348466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sg3jbX8bZvI/AAAAAAAABEY/VGr7a1krfRA/s400/abby%27s+rainbow+chair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A's special rainbow chair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336172313847765698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sg3kcnsrmsI/AAAAAAAABE4/c3aj-Z2aisQ/s400/rainbow+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A's rainbow cake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-383668545045093355?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/383668545045093355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=383668545045093355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/383668545045093355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/383668545045093355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainbow-tastic.html' title='Rainbow-tastic!'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sg3jcGXNOzI/AAAAAAAABEw/s4DfTkwSGuY/s72-c/table+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-8119381307377582938</id><published>2009-05-14T20:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:26:02.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything Else?</title><content type='html'>So I have a lot going on right now with the end of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school school year, 2 different daughter's birthday parties, job hunting, and more. I won't try to out list you. I know we are all super busy. It is just one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moments&lt;/span&gt; in time when each day is packed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; thing to get done, and one tiny little thing will go wrong causing many things to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both A and I left car windows open this week when it rained. That was a big wet surprise for me the next morning. I figured nothing really happened. I was wrong! my automatic door locks stopped working. One might think this is not a big deal, but I was unable to unlock my doors. Oh and they lock as you put the car in drive. Now do you see a problem? I could just open my door, but the girls in the back? They would have to climb out the front. I did figure out that I could still use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;key chain&lt;/span&gt; thing to unlock all doors. Problem solved. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; I think my doors have dried out enough today and this afternoon the locks began working again. Good thing too for I set off the car alarm twice when I was getting into the locked car today. Sorry neighbors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished B's beautiful birthday invites and sent them all out yesterday. Found out &lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt; that I put the &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt; date on them! Then come to find out that 2 of the 7 guests can not come. Kinda a good thing for I am all about small party numbers. B is not so happy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a cake for a little birthday party for some friends and A today. All was good until I noticed that the entire top layer of the cake was sliding off the bottom layer when I walked into the host's house. I was not sure how to get it on straight for I couldn't use my hands and ruin the frosting. I finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tilted&lt;/span&gt; the cake in the opposite direction and waited till it began sliding back. Quickly put it in the fridge to set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my sister come over only to run out the door as soon as she got here. I had a few errands to do. Bad part is that I forgot to do the 2 things that were at the top of the list. One was to buy a gift card for a needy family at the grocery store. I went to the store, bought what I needed, and totally forgot the gift card until I got home. Way to think of others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side...&lt;br /&gt;I am ahead on the rainbow party for A this Saturday. My sister was a big help with sorting M&amp;amp;Ms for cake decorations, making the goody bags and lettering the rainbow banner. I got the table set, finished 6 out of 7 doorway streamers, and hung up the banner. I am feeling pretty good. now all I have to do tomorrow is to make the cake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; a few details. Oh and try to remember AGAIN to get the balloons ( the other item I forgot to do when I was out today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-8119381307377582938?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/8119381307377582938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=8119381307377582938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8119381307377582938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/8119381307377582938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/05/anything-else.html' title='Anything Else?'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-1770125115799705189</id><published>2009-05-11T07:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:44:30.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sgd0FpVUzuI/AAAAAAAABD4/xIMiOOFfoQw/s1600-h/Another+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334359923987107554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sgd0FpVUzuI/AAAAAAAABD4/xIMiOOFfoQw/s320/Another+close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She entered the world just 4 years ago today. Her smile was perfect, and even her big sister loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sgd0FdgF4rI/AAAAAAAABDw/Pju8PSm2D5E/s1600-h/close+up+of+abby+in+sunglasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334359920811041458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sgd0FdgF4rI/AAAAAAAABDw/Pju8PSm2D5E/s320/close+up+of+abby+in+sunglasses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now she still warms up a room with her smile. Her bubbly personality and her non-stop vocals grab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334359933940762354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sgd0GOadhvI/AAAAAAAABEA/2qoICWJ8hHI/s320/abby%27s+treat+cookie+close+up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I can not believe that 4 years have passed by so quickly. She told me tonight, "Don't worry, I will be 4 this time and then next time she will be 3 again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not mind her turning 3, but this year she really no longer is a little girl. She begins the climb to big girl status. It breaks my heart. She seems to have grown up so much faster than B did. Perhaps it is because of B that she has. I have no more baby, but luckily I still get snuggles and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-1770125115799705189?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1770125115799705189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=1770125115799705189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1770125115799705189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1770125115799705189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-ready.html' title='I&apos;m Not Ready'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sgd0FpVUzuI/AAAAAAAABD4/xIMiOOFfoQw/s72-c/Another+close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-4493161621449028153</id><published>2009-05-07T18:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:54:46.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Planner</title><content type='html'>I plan a lot. That is no surprise to many. I am not so much a list maker on paper, but my head is full of them.  I plan my day, my month of meals, my grocery list, and to no surprise, the birth of my girl's.  Now just because I plan way in advance does not mean that I get things finished ahead of schedule.  No, I am more of a keep adding to the head list and at the last minute get it all finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a teacher I planned to have my babies at the end of the school year. My first was due the day after school got out. I couldn't get more perfect than that.  She decided that my plan was not so good and came 2 weeks early.  I was not ready for that at all.  So with #2 I planned that she could arrive with a month of school left. I sure didn't want to be huge and working till the end of the year with all the crazy 7th graders.  Again, she also didn't like my plan and came &lt;u&gt;late.&lt;/u&gt;  This created the 2 birthdays in 2 weeks dilemma.  I don't mind that both girls celebrate in May, but with just 2 weeks between it is hard for me to get a breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B has decided she would like an American Girl birthday party. So I have come up with a bunch of activities and treats.  I have yet to pick a date or create invitations however.  Little A will be 4 on Monday and finally today she informed me that she would like a rainbow birthday party.  Good! Now I can get to work on that one. When to do these celebrations? Oh why not have A's the morning before I leave to U of I for my sister's college graduation? I'm sure I won't have things to do for that.  Wait that would be in about 1 week.  I hope to get it all finished. I'm sure I will for I tend to over plan too. They are only a few 4 year olds.  How much do I really need to plan? A few activities and then just let them run in the backyard for a little before cake right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see how it all goes. I don't think I will get much sleep in the next few weeks. It won't be due to my getting things done, but to making more lists in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-4493161621449028153?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/4493161621449028153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=4493161621449028153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4493161621449028153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4493161621449028153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/05/party-planner.html' title='Party Planner'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-6071475057343580086</id><published>2009-04-29T16:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:04:16.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Container Store + Sale = Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SfjMQAenFsI/AAAAAAAABDo/sydVzYovGaE/s1600-h/header-notagline%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330234734371346114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SfjMQAenFsI/AAAAAAAABDo/sydVzYovGaE/s320/header-notagline%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite times of the year is the annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elfa&lt;/span&gt; sale at the Container Store. This year it has come TWICE! More than the actual sale items I like the catalog the most.  It is page after page of beautifully organized spaces.  Even the color of the clothes in the closet match the scarves and handbags.  You know just like in my closet.  You would laugh more if you ever saw my &lt;u&gt;actual&lt;/u&gt; closet.  I have saved this catalog in order to look at it and wonder "What in my house I can make pretty now?"  I have most of it somewhat organized, but can I make it better? Do I dare go to the store and "just look"?  Knowing I never seem to be able to "just look". I continue to look at the catalog and dream.  I constantly compile my wish list and my maybe someday ideas.  Today I even went to the container store web site to print out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;labels&lt;/span&gt; that I can use. They are nice and I figure I still need to label the playroom.  Plus these did not cost me a cent.  I can not throw the catalog away just yet for some reason. I don't know what I think I will find for free in there, but right now I need it.  Anyone wonder what they should get me for Mother's Day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-6071475057343580086?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/6071475057343580086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=6071475057343580086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6071475057343580086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6071475057343580086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/04/container-store-sale-wish-list.html' title='Container Store + Sale = Wish List'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SfjMQAenFsI/AAAAAAAABDo/sydVzYovGaE/s72-c/header-notagline%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2656402923387375799</id><published>2009-04-25T14:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:30:14.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Pace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SfNilzgCJvI/AAAAAAAABDc/RA2of1Nn6yU/s1600-h/sleep+out+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328711185728677618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SfNilzgCJvI/AAAAAAAABDc/RA2of1Nn6yU/s320/sleep+out+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SfNilu92UQI/AAAAAAAABDU/VFCouFC9STo/s1600-h/sleep+out+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328711184511553794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SfNilu92UQI/AAAAAAAABDU/VFCouFC9STo/s320/sleep+out+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason the girls have been wanting to sleep on the floor and &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; in their sleeping bags. They seem to go through stages of, the bags are fun, and the bags are not so fun.  B asked again to sleep on the floor. I let Dad take this one.  "B, ask your dad." I told her. I was a tad surprised when he said "YES". She was so excited, but quickly not so excited when A got permission to sleep on the floor too. Like I would only let one of them sleep on the floor while the other had to sleep in their bed.  So the girls camped out on the floor.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this photo when I came up for bed hours later.  They seemed to have played a bit before finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;settling&lt;/span&gt; down. The animals have been bandaged, all the extra blankets are out and being used, and books were all over the place. I'm glad they had fun.   They looked so cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; I had to take a couple of shots.  It is good to let them have a change every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2656402923387375799?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2656402923387375799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2656402923387375799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2656402923387375799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2656402923387375799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/04/change-of-pace.html' title='Change of Pace'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SfNilzgCJvI/AAAAAAAABDc/RA2of1Nn6yU/s72-c/sleep+out+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-1954750354403074531</id><published>2009-04-23T16:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:14:10.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Onions Do Make Me Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SfDZhlqnZiI/AAAAAAAABDM/s1j7fSD6yQI/s1600-h/eye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327997530249061922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SfDZhlqnZiI/AAAAAAAABDM/s1j7fSD6yQI/s320/eye.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A has been really into helping me cook lately. She is way more into it than B ever was. Sometimes, as many of you know, it is more of a hindrance than a help with little hands. There is no telling A that however. She think all she does is help and that I won't be able to cook without her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other day we made began by making bread together and then moved on to dinner. I had to cut onions which meant that A just had to hold the knife too. This make chopping a little harder, but we got it done with out blood. A minute or so after we finished chopping, A began to notice that her eye hurt. I then told her that was from the onion and it would go away soon. She then began making this face for the rest of dinner prep.  Funny that only the right eye hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SfDZhlqnZiI/AAAAAAAABDM/s1j7fSD6yQI/s1600-h/eye.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-1954750354403074531?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1954750354403074531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=1954750354403074531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1954750354403074531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1954750354403074531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/04/onions-do-make-me-cry.html' title='Onions Do Make Me Cry'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SfDZhlqnZiI/AAAAAAAABDM/s1j7fSD6yQI/s72-c/eye.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-5396554128727975140</id><published>2009-04-21T13:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:55:35.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipod Virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Se4U9GcawYI/AAAAAAAABCs/YfhvtYgN530/s1600-h/features_hero_20090311%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327218449160257922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Se4U9GcawYI/AAAAAAAABCs/YfhvtYgN530/s320/features_hero_20090311%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Se4Up-Wn6cI/AAAAAAAABCk/7UaSLQFczjg/s1600-h/features_hero_20090311%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally have my very own Ipod. This was my birthday present from hubby and kids.  I did tell them that I wanted an Ipod, but was surprised when I received the newest member to the ipod family.  It is SUPER tiny and the controls are actually on the earphones cord. Rather cool I must say.  It will hold about 1000 songs.  That would be about 50 CDs. Like I have 50 CDs in which I like every song.  I don't even know 1000 songs!  I did not take it out of the box right away. In my mind it is now a reality that is going to take a lot of time.  I figure I will put it right next to my huge stack of photos that need to be put in albums.  Well my hubby was not up for this idea of wait till later.  He actually took it and began installing it on the computer.  this lasted about 10 minutes and many potty words latter he decided that he couldn't figure it all out.  So now I am going to have to do this.  I sat down for a few minutes and got it all taken care of, but still did not download anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning after my workout I figured I would take a minute and try it out.  I put a few songs on and L-O-V-E it!  I never sorted laundry so well before.  I'm still not sure when or how I will find time to make this little beauty work for me, but at least I started right? Guess the next step is to find all my very old CDs and see what I want on it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-5396554128727975140?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/5396554128727975140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=5396554128727975140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/5396554128727975140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/5396554128727975140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipod-virgin.html' title='Ipod Virgin'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Se4U9GcawYI/AAAAAAAABCs/YfhvtYgN530/s72-c/features_hero_20090311%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-3925870968323615874</id><published>2009-04-15T10:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:08:37.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Thoughts</title><content type='html'>In the car on the way home from Easter dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: mommy do you know what I did in your tummy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Yes I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: I read lots of books!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: You read books in my tummy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Yes, lots. I love reading books in your tummy. I had to stop when you said it was time to get out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A coming to snuggle with me on the couch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Mommy you are not scary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Really?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: Yes you are sweet not scarry. That is why I will snuggle with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-3925870968323615874?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/3925870968323615874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=3925870968323615874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3925870968323615874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/3925870968323615874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/04/interesting-thoughts.html' title='Interesting Thoughts'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-1520619160523229727</id><published>2009-04-15T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:00:53.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Way To Start My Day</title><content type='html'>Let me start with a little background info.  Yesterday A had a playdate with a new friend and B had  n-o-t-h-i-n-g.  This did not make for a happy B. We tried to get a playdate, but no luck.  That meant that she had to come with me to do her favorite thing...errands!  To my surprise she was very unhappy.  Right? Like I didn't see this coming a mile away.  B has not had to run errands with me in a long time since she has been blessed with all day school.  So I was not looking forward to this time either.  Well I was looking forward to time with just her and not A, but I had to get this stuff done.  B was an ok sport. She stressed her dislike of errands to me often, but kept up the pace.  We even stopped at Potbelly's for a special lunch, just the 2 of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking up A from the fun morning we headed out to the bridal store to get B fitted for her flowergirl dress.  She was ok about this too. The dress is not a fancy and sparkly as I'm sure she would like, but it is still pretty.  To wrap up our day I took them to Build A Bear to get a little something since I had a coupon for money off.  A ended up with a new friend and B spent her money on a new outfit for her bear at home.  She actually told me that she really didn't need a new animal!  I couldn't believe I heard that one from her.  On the way home the girls thanked me for letting them get something. I felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I got out of bed the girls ran upstairs to tell me to get back in bed. Why? They wanted to snuggle. Really? Now I know something is up.  So I got back into bed with them and was brought breakfast in bed!  B had planned it all. A yummy waffle with yogurt and sliced bananas. They even put apple juice in a wine glass for me.  It was really cute!  they were both so proud of it. I ate most of it and what I didn't finish, A scarfed down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said...What a way to start my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-1520619160523229727?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1520619160523229727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=1520619160523229727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1520619160523229727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1520619160523229727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-way-to-start-my-day.html' title='Perfect Way To Start My Day'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-6386304931979997165</id><published>2009-04-12T16:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:26:01.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year Easter has come and gone so quickly. Perhaps due to our quick trip a few weeks before. I was a little behind when we got back into town, so I had lots to get done. Our neighborhood egg hunt is run by me. It is a bunch of work, but a fun event. We had over 1000 eggs dropped off at our house filled with candy and ready for me to "hide" at the park. the weather was nice for a change and so the turn out was on the high side. Last year it was super cold and about 1 inch of snow on the ground so not too many people showed up. Much different this year. A had no interest in the eggs. Well she had interest in only the princess ones that she helped spread out. When she saw that they were all gone she didn't want to find any eggs. She just cried and waited till the donuts came out. B on the other hand ran like the wind scooping up as many eggs as she could. She helped spread out the eggs in her area so she was well aware of the ones with the best candy inside. it was over so quickly that I couldn't even take any photos! Well I did get this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323918383532935362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SeJbj_-nCMI/AAAAAAAABB8/0zlDntLarFs/s400/easter+hunt+donuts+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did spend some time decorating eggs. Aunt Vic came over to help. Both girls were into it this year. A was sad when all the eggs were finished. We had a nice bunch of eggs too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323918388367861314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SeJbkR_WJkI/AAAAAAAABCE/u28vJyakaGQ/s400/abby+egg+decorating.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323918391667915874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SeJbkeSI_GI/AAAAAAAABCM/P0qfYpvtVS0/s400/egg+decorating+with+vic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday we hit the town egg hunt. It was cold and windy, but full of excitement for the whistle to begin the race for eggs. A went with Uncle Marty and I went with B. Yes their age groups are at different sections of the park. Not so convenient for "single" parents. Lucky for me Uncle M was there. A had direct orders to fill the bucket. however at the first egg she began to cry and beg Uncle Marty to help her. She ended up pulling in 4 eggs. B was a little better about getting eggs, but she too only grabbed 4. That brought about a bad mood for her. lucky for us this sure brightened up when she noticed that one of the 4 eggs was a winner! She ended up walking away with a big basket full of little things. Way happy was she!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter morning brought early risers on the hunt for their baskets. Then B questioned if I was the Easter bunny! She noticed a game in A's basket that she remembered finding in Florida. I thought I had hid it when we were in Florida, but I guess not. So we talked about the fact that I was the EB (alone). She said she thought so since this year's basket was a lot smaller than last year. I then told her I was the bunny last year too. She was rather surprised at this information. She then began spinning all the gears in her head and asked about the Leprechaun and Santa, and the Tooth Fairy, you know all the surprise gift givers. I did not tell her I was those too. I'm not that mean. She is only 6/7 for goodness sakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly B decided yesterday to get her hair cut. We have been growing it to donate, but seem to be stuck at about 8 inches. This would be 2 inches short of the 10 that you need to donate. I wanted to get it trimmed (1-2 inches off) but she decided that she would like it up to her shoulders. I figured why not? I do love it long, but it is her hair and she is doing more of the washing, brushing, and hair accessories herself. So off it came. In the end she had about 6 or 7 inches cut off. It really looks better and she is really excited for people to notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323918396271406850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SeJbkvbsrwI/AAAAAAAABCU/s_YlirDw6io/s400/sisters+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323918399396371410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SeJbk7Ev29I/AAAAAAAABCc/eXqgIPKFQG8/s400/sisters+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-6386304931979997165?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/6386304931979997165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=6386304931979997165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6386304931979997165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6386304931979997165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-festivities.html' title='Easter Festivities'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SeJbj_-nCMI/AAAAAAAABB8/0zlDntLarFs/s72-c/easter+hunt+donuts+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-5617310832617989090</id><published>2009-04-08T19:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:04:01.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Fun</title><content type='html'>If you are lucky to live near a Pinstripes bowling and bocce chain I hope you take advantage of the Mom and Tot bowling. We have gone a few times and it is a lot of fun. Since the G girls were on spring break last week, A invited them to join us for our morning bowl. The girls had a great time. It is one of those great games in which everything they have learned goes out the window. For example... we each take 1 turn. So not the case in bowling! The girls couldn't have been happier when they heard they got 2 turns every time. I'm not sure if all our girls had more fun bowling or "flying" on the ball ramp.  It is a good time each and every time we go. I mean with all you can eat yogurt, fruit and chocolate chips, how could we not have F-U-N? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322490175116695826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sd1InVBWWRI/AAAAAAAABBs/VgnQqnzPz3g/s400/Abby+on+ball+roller.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322490173774073042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sd1InQBPjNI/AAAAAAAABB0/uG9dQTPuFso/s400/good+of+the+girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-5617310832617989090?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/5617310832617989090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=5617310832617989090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/5617310832617989090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/5617310832617989090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/04/bowling-fun.html' title='Bowling Fun'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sd1InVBWWRI/AAAAAAAABBs/VgnQqnzPz3g/s72-c/Abby+on+ball+roller.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7361005850844080538</id><published>2009-04-04T09:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:45:06.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparent's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At B's school there is a special event basically for every grade. No matter what event it is, it is a BIG deal. For 1st grade it is Grandparent's Day. This is a special luncheon. The kids put on a paralitergy and show. The mom's provide a special lunch.  It is super cute and like everything else it is very well done. No detail is forgotten.  Well perhaps cups were forgotten for B's guests, but that was all me.  I figured if they were serving milk they would have cups and enough white milk. Not so much. Oh well, they still served coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320845023355137490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SddwW5H87dI/AAAAAAAABBk/XtmL6RNMHKQ/s400/bridget%27s+part.JPG" border="0" /&gt;B had a part in the paralitergy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320845020588609266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SddwWu0XDvI/AAAAAAAABBc/hhxxVbq8gyw/s400/papa+and+B.JPG" border="0" /&gt;B and Great-Grandpa (papa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320845020282034002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SddwWtrRF1I/AAAAAAAABBU/UP7QVhnJshE/s400/grandpa+and+B.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;B and Grandpa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320845012333140002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SddwWQEGmCI/AAAAAAAABBM/hUM_MfBcs9o/s400/grandma+and+B.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;B and Grandma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fun was had by all and I would have to say that after the special show many tears were shed. I was even misting up.  Each song they sang seemed better than the one before.  I am actually now looking forward to little A's Grandparent's Day. I will be way more prepared for that one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7361005850844080538?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7361005850844080538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7361005850844080538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7361005850844080538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7361005850844080538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/04/grandparents-day.html' title='Grandparent&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SddwW5H87dI/AAAAAAAABBk/XtmL6RNMHKQ/s72-c/bridget%27s+part.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2275964256199428696</id><published>2009-03-31T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:41:46.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SdI5GXLs0LI/AAAAAAAABBE/S_WgrQaAmFk/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319376891343065266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SdI5GXLs0LI/AAAAAAAABBE/S_WgrQaAmFk/s400/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; B found a crater in the sand that the girls spent the next 2 days playing in and making deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SdI5F7iJ9lI/AAAAAAAABA8/RAcT_zP63Ms/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319376883921057362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SdI5F7iJ9lI/AAAAAAAABA8/RAcT_zP63Ms/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I asked A to line up the shoes by the door. I was thinking pairs together, she though of a different way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SdI5FoBjA8I/AAAAAAAABA0/5_6uQ76bZ9w/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319376878684013506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SdI5FoBjA8I/AAAAAAAABA0/5_6uQ76bZ9w/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SdI5E56f3NI/AAAAAAAABAs/IxhxhI0cINA/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319376866306415826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SdI5E56f3NI/AAAAAAAABAs/IxhxhI0cINA/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SdI5EiT8bZI/AAAAAAAABAk/00VnJoBaYfA/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319376859970694546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SdI5EiT8bZI/AAAAAAAABAk/00VnJoBaYfA/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting ready for a game of catch in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2275964256199428696?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2275964256199428696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2275964256199428696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2275964256199428696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2275964256199428696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/03/vacation-photos.html' title='Vacation Photos'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SdI5GXLs0LI/AAAAAAAABBE/S_WgrQaAmFk/s72-c/DSC_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2718224794585483263</id><published>2009-03-25T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:19:07.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far So Good</title><content type='html'>I love coming here. I swear that the world stops while we are here. I forget that other people do really have a life. For us it is all about the pool and the beach. Throw a few things to eat in there and you have our entire day. It is so relaxed and easy. The girls are good and the hubby does a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we started at the pool.  I sat at the edge and the girls pretended that they were dolphins and I was their trainer. I had them do a "show" for daddy. It was nice.  Don't get me wrong. The girls still fight and play just like they do at home, but overall they are closer.  We have payed a bunch of UNO as well. This is a new game for the girls and has quickly become a loved one.  B was the big winner yesterday which A did not find fun.  Today was a different story. A was the big winner today. Funny, B did not like it either. She was the one who said that A should win today, yet when it happened more than once, not so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all looking forward to going to the Botanic Gardens here in Naples today. Unfortunately it is closed for the year do to major garden overhaul. This is so sad. B was really looking forward to taking some flower photos.  SO to help make up for it we went to the beach today too.  The girls had fun looking for shells and digging a huge hole to China.  They also finally got to fly a kite with Daddy. It was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have been relaxed and I have to say I am not ready to think about going home yet.  B didn't even talk about school today.  Wonder what tomorrow will bring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2718224794585483263?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2718224794585483263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2718224794585483263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2718224794585483263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2718224794585483263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far So Good'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2543631066338597923</id><published>2009-03-23T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:00:31.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time</title><content type='html'>After a week of are we going?/ are we not going? Hubby decided to "just go". This meant I had to do some quick planning and packing. We again decided to drive to Naples. For many they find this decision NUTS. For me I love it! I love not having a time run trip.  No schedule to worry about, or other people for that matter. It is just us in our car. The girls travel very well, and the drive was fine.  We were all happy to have finally arrived last night.  The weather should be in the 80's all week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only problem this time is the condo condition upon arrival.  We are not used to being the first ones here for the season. Now I know why I don't like it. There is a lot more cleaning to be done. Plus the smell of a closed up house for months is not a favorite. The girls too were a little unsure.  But another day or so of open windows and laundry and it will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B has been a little under the weather so we are watching that and hoping for the best. It would suck to be sick down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is it for now I have to change loads of laundry and get things ready for the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2543631066338597923?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2543631066338597923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2543631066338597923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2543631066338597923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2543631066338597923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/03/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-1213526534752817009</id><published>2009-03-18T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:39:38.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge Step For B</title><content type='html'>We have been trying lots if not everything to get B to quit sucking her thumb. A finished in just days of using the thumb guard. B, not so much.  I figured most of the problem was the fact that she still has her lamb for night time. I know 6 1/2 with a stuffed animal lovie?  Hey! I have friends who are in their 30's who still have their lovies. I just didn't have the heart to take it away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been getting worse with the thumb. She was doing so well about not sucking it during the day. Now she is falling off the wagon and has her thumb in a tad bit more often.  the other day I washed sheets and forgot to bring up clean lambie.  When B got in her bed she noticed of course. I fibbed and told her it was not dry.  I would bring it up to her in about 45 minutes.  I was not sure she would fall asleep without him. She did!  I was so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we decided to try again. I promised her that if she slept the rest of the week without lambie I would buy her a box of lemonheads (her new wish). So far so good. She has made it 2 nights so far!  I am really proud of her.  this is a HUGE step. I only hope that the thumb will begin to go away too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-1213526534752817009?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1213526534752817009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=1213526534752817009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1213526534752817009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1213526534752817009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/03/huge-step-for-b.html' title='Huge Step For B'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7158162650670354942</id><published>2009-03-17T10:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:40:35.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did not buy the girls special shirts for the big day this year. I figured since B is in a uniform why bother. Plus I had decided to not send out special cards this year since I just sent out the Valentine's Day ones. Well wouldn't you know it, B has a non uniform day so she can show her Irish pride. Great! My plan seems to suck now huh? B was able to find a plain green tshirt that I bought, just in case. She ran downstairs at 7:30(right before bed) to tell me that the shirt was ok, but could she trace a shamrock on it. I said I will work on it and have something in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314180963809359922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sb_Dbkv_-DI/AAAAAAAABAM/Imjy7WxGXrc/s400/no+bling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This plain shirt just won't do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took out my heat set bling and got to work. About half way through the gems and the outline of the shamrock I figured I would not have enough. So a 8:45 I was heading to Michale's to grab some more gems before they closed. Well again, not my day. Michale's was totally out of any bling what so ever! Now what was I going to do? Ran next to Target to see if they had any type of green shirt. Nope, nothing! Well they did have one St Pat's shirt left but since it was about a pub, I figured not right for a Catholic school. Back home to see what I could do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well now the Irish gods worked with me. I had &lt;strong&gt;exactly&lt;/strong&gt; enough gems to finish the outline at 9:30pm. Now to finish hiding the leprechaun gifts and lay the trail and I can go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314180971848217026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sb_DcCsnMcI/AAAAAAAABAU/WiWPmmWMLNY/s400/b+bling.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some Irish Bling!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning B of course wished that there were a few gems around the shamrock, but she was happy still. Thank Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for little A she wanted one too, but all I could find for her was a turtleneck with shamrocks all over it in the hand-me-downs from B and the funny glasses. Wouldn't you know she would have to wear it on the warmest day so far!? Oh well she only has school till 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314180980499475826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sb_Dci7O7XI/AAAAAAAABAc/erV9yoqbk0s/s400/abby+st+pats.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY TO ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7158162650670354942?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7158162650670354942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7158162650670354942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7158162650670354942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7158162650670354942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='HAPPY ST PATRICK&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/Sb_Dbkv_-DI/AAAAAAAABAM/Imjy7WxGXrc/s72-c/no+bling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2626865407781086290</id><published>2009-03-14T12:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:01:13.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Activity</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays are supposed to be lunch at Grandma and Grandpa's for A and me. I look forward to this time each week. Not only do I get to have my Mom make me a yummy lunch, but they get to spend time with A. So this week was no exception and since it was a gloomy day I was looking forward to it more than usual. Well my dad called to say my sister was sick and we should not stop by for lunch and germs. What? No. Please don't take away my after school activity! Well on second thought high fever, and more? Ok, we will not be there. Thanks for the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well now what am I going to do all afternoon with A? We can't go outside, I don't have a playdate set up, it is cold AND rainy, YUCK!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enter the memory of shaving cream. That is it! I will let her play with shaving cream and her plastic princesses. Oh what a great idea. I put a bunch of shaving cream right on the art table and once her smock was on it was go time. She played in the cream for about 1 HOUR. It was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312853402932649330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SbsMBXGGnXI/AAAAAAAABAE/Lhne7LsAM2I/s400/shaving+cream+fun+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Then came time for clean up. I brought up a dishpan of water, a few towels, and let her give all the princesses a bath. Before I knew it another 45 minutes were gone. She had so much fun. I highly recommend this activity. A can of shaving cream is rather cheep and is used for multiple days of fun. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312853395233207810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SbsMA6aadgI/AAAAAAAAA_8/WKslxF7P1tk/s400/bath+fun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I still missed my lunch made by Mom, but at least I got through the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2626865407781086290?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2626865407781086290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2626865407781086290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2626865407781086290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2626865407781086290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/03/rainy-day-activity.html' title='Rainy Day Activity'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SbsMBXGGnXI/AAAAAAAABAE/Lhne7LsAM2I/s72-c/shaving+cream+fun+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7461361448611323600</id><published>2009-03-13T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:35:50.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Earn Your Keep</title><content type='html'>B has been on a money earning kick. She is all about doing house hold chores as long as there is a payment involved. I am ok about handing out some coinage &lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt; the job is done without the common whine. B went as far as making a list of all the chores she would do and the amount of money she would earn for doing them. (You know like 10 cents a day for making her bed) Well this was day one of the list. She and A were happy to complete the emptying of the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312850117205073650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SbsJCGzmnvI/AAAAAAAAA_s/NP1nfUi8jTI/s400/chores+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312850125065217666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SbsJCkFm5oI/AAAAAAAAA_0/GLL7ePy08K0/s400/chores+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear I remember a time when A couldn't even see in the drawer let alone put stuff in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well now that a few days have passed. The thrill is gone. I did not think this would last long, but I figured more than a week.  I'm sure it will pick up again the next time B wants something from the store and mean mommy won't buy it for her.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bad news for them is that I have decided to make them do this chore anyways...money or no money.  It is now time for them to earn their keep :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7461361448611323600?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7461361448611323600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7461361448611323600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7461361448611323600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7461361448611323600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/03/earn-your-keep.html' title='Earn Your Keep'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SbsJCGzmnvI/AAAAAAAAA_s/NP1nfUi8jTI/s72-c/chores+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7827760950021872850</id><published>2009-03-05T19:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:00:19.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Child Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;B was &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; picked to be the week's special child at school.  She had to write answers to background questions,(who knew she wants to be a swim teacher when she grows up?) bring in photos of herself over her long 6 years, bring in a treat for the class to eat, and pick a special person to read to the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The list was easy for her except for the special person. For her this was a hard one. I told her I didn't count since I am there all the time. So then it was between Daddy and Grandpa. Well that all changed when big cool cousin Mike came to dinner at our house on Sunday. He is the cousin that plays football for Northwestern. The girls totally love him. When I told Mike's mom about B's special week she said B should ask Mike to read. I didn't really think he would want to, (what 22 year old male would?) but he said he really would do it. B thought this was a great idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309887441533273010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SbCCfr3mA7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Bw_Sl7kfRQY/s400/mike+reading+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cousin Mike reading book #1,  B feeling special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was the big day. Cousin Mike, all 6'8 of him, came into B's class and read not 1, not 2, but&lt;strong&gt; 3&lt;/strong&gt; books to 22 adoring first graders. They though he was so cool and big! The best part was at the end we were just about to leave when the questions was asked. "Can I have your autograph?" Oh it was so cute! There Mike was signing 22 autographs for the class. They were so tickled. I think this was a great day for B. She sure felt special. I think Mike did too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309887443508661186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SbCCfzOkC8I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/qj5oUmUAMoI/s400/mike+autographs+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7827760950021872850?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7827760950021872850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7827760950021872850' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7827760950021872850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7827760950021872850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-child-week.html' title='Special Child Week'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SbCCfr3mA7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Bw_Sl7kfRQY/s72-c/mike+reading+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-1172961427646962383</id><published>2009-02-28T12:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:05:25.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BINGO FUN</title><content type='html'>Last night we all went to our church's Family Bingo Night. We had a great time.  Last year only B and I went. This year &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; all went. The doors opened at 6:00 and so we got there then.  Let me say the place was packed! We had to sit in the back of the Playdium (those from my past know that place).  It was so nice to see so many families out for a night of fun.  The crowd was nuts and the number calling was fast.  B was sad that she did not win this year, but A was happy that she did win.  B was able to sit next to one of her good friends, so the night was a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The funniest part was as the numbers were being called A continued to ask me if she had that one.  As I told her she did not, she responded with a rather loud "Aw dammit!" as she hit the table with her fist.   Thank goodness the crowd was louder and no one heard her.  I again had to explain that we don't say that word and she should say "Oh darn" instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was a long one, but good time was had by all. Who knew BINGO was so much fun with the kids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-1172961427646962383?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/1172961427646962383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=1172961427646962383' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1172961427646962383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/1172961427646962383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/02/bingo-fun.html' title='BINGO FUN'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-6327491972717608778</id><published>2009-02-25T16:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:34:34.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A's Comments</title><content type='html'>In the car on the way home from health club...&lt;br /&gt;Me: When we get home I am going to jump in the shower and then we will go to story time.&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't forget about my option.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;A: my option to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; when you are in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-6327491972717608778?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/6327491972717608778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=6327491972717608778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6327491972717608778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/6327491972717608778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-comments.html' title='A&apos;s Comments'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-5796629245305893734</id><published>2009-02-21T08:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:34:28.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Purple Wall</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to think of a color to use for our fireplace wall for a long time. I have no skill when it comes to decorating. I like to think I do, but I don't. in my head the ideas look great, but reality is that they do not. Sort of reminds me of my crafting ability. I watch the design shows and wish and hope that what I watch will be transferred by osmosis and the ability to transform my yucky home into a dream home will be there. But alas, it doesn't seem to work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I finally decided that dark purple would work with my dark green couches. Red too, but I don't want a forever Christmas room. After about 1 hour with my "helper" my job was finished and this is what I have now. Sorry for no BEFORE shots. I forgot due to the enthusiasm of A wanting to get into the paint and brush. But I'm sure you can figure it out with the rest of the walls being tan.  This one was too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305258222350209634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SaAQPqjnkmI/AAAAAAAAA-w/PfLrtran9fg/s400/purple+wall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem now is that I like this wall, but now feel like the rest of the wall need new paint.  Perhaps a grey-ish color?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-5796629245305893734?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/5796629245305893734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=5796629245305893734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/5796629245305893734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/5796629245305893734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-purple-wall.html' title='My Purple Wall'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SaAQPqjnkmI/AAAAAAAAA-w/PfLrtran9fg/s72-c/purple+wall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-4662568869245574880</id><published>2009-02-19T10:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:39:38.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Story Teller</title><content type='html'>Some of you long time readers might remember a few stories that B was telling in Kindergarten. Well apparently it is in the genetic genes for now A is doing some telling of her own.  The other day she had a playdate right after school.  I did let the mom know that she has no issues, allergies, potty,...you mom's know what I'm talking about.  In fact A is a very good playdate Buddie. She is easy going and loves to play.  Well, when I went to pick A up, Nicole (the mom) informed me that A was super good and even reminded her of the things she is allergic to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! A is not allergic to anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, according to A that is not true. She told Nicole at lunch time that she is allergic to peanuts and apples.  I had to laugh and remind Nicole that I told her A has no allergies.  She said that is what she thought, but A was so serious about it that she wanted to play it safe.  I corrected A about being allergic, in front of Nicole, but she insisted that she really was allergic to these things.  I am not sure how ones goes about explaining about allergies and that saying she is allergic is not a good thing to a 3 1/2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what she has told other moms?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-4662568869245574880?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/4662568869245574880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=4662568869245574880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4662568869245574880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4662568869245574880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-story-teller.html' title='Another Story Teller'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7879151366091024424</id><published>2009-02-15T13:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:47:14.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is interesting how holidays change over the years. Gone are the dinner and fancy outfit night, hello family fun.&lt;br /&gt;B remembers things like my sister Victoria. If it happened once than it now becomes a tradition and can not be forgotten or changed. For the past 2 years Tom has brought the girls a Valentine's day balloon. This would be due to the fact that he has forgotten the day and found this quick and easy fix at the grocery store. So now B has it set in stone that she must receive a Valentine's Day balloon every year from Daddy. Good thing that I reminded him at 5:00am. The girls were so happy to get their huge balloons from Daddy. My bag of "gifts" were well received too. In fact since the balloon was attached to the gift bag they assumed the presents were from Daddy too. How does that work?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For family fun we decided to go downtown to the winter snow festival. Being that there is finally grass, the snow festival was not so fun. In fact I do believe B stated that "This was dumb and can we go home now?" more than once. Her excitement picked up once we found the huge snow sculptures. They were rather neat and impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303126504005005170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SZh9dU4tb3I/AAAAAAAAA-o/Wc4rXSqfszk/s400/snow+wild+things.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Where the Wild Things Are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303126500053530530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SZh9dGKmt6I/AAAAAAAAA-g/WazQ4yQnnSg/s400/snow+butterfly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;From Caterpillar to Butterfly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the sculptures we decided to make our way down Michigan Ave. and hopefully get to the American Girl Store. Yes, I think I like the store more than B. Tom did not think the girls could walk all the way. Boy was he surprised when the girls made it perfectly. Not a whine in sight! B told Daddy,"When there is shopping to do we can walk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We even took a few minutes (and photos) at the Bean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303126498067052418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SZh9c-w_d4I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/HH0a1nJlsiM/s400/bean+with+daddy+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303126497328454610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SZh9c8A5W9I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/AU4XXwzeQKY/s400/bean+reflection+family+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After each girl got one thing at the AMG store we went to eat. After dinner we figured we would walk till the whining began and then get in a cab. All of a sudden right as we were crossing the river a bunch of fire works started going off! They were right in front of us and so pretty. It was a great surprise. The girls loved it, minus the loud noise of course. It was the perfect break to the walk. In fact the girls made it all the way back to the car too. Little A was jumping and singing the entire way. She kept telling me to let go of her hand so she could run. I tried to explain that there were too many people and that it was dark so I could not let her loose. She then told me, "Not to worry for she would just zigzag through the people." Good idea, but I still didn't let go of the little hand. It was funny as A continued to sing High School Musical songs the number of people who would chime in with her. She sure is a funny little girl who &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B informed us that this was the best Valentine's Day ever. Guess I need to see if it has to be done again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7879151366091024424?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7879151366091024424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7879151366091024424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7879151366091024424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7879151366091024424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-complete.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Complete'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SZh9dU4tb3I/AAAAAAAAA-o/Wc4rXSqfszk/s72-c/snow+wild+things.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-2426132164345282437</id><published>2009-02-09T19:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:03:34.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A While</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I have not posted since last week. I am so sorry. I know I can't stand it when the blogs I read don't post new stuff for me to read daily. And then here I am doing the exact same thing. I guess it is just more fun sometimes to read other's stuff than to type my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week I have joined a women only weight toning class, made and frosted 25 large heart sugar cookies, tackled upteen messes, fixed one basement light fixture, (this required me to rewire the light switch box), many loads of laundry (my girls have discovered the quickest way to "clean" their room is to throw all the laundry clean or dirty in the laundry basket), time outside, had portraits taken of the girls, printed Valentine's day cards, addressed them and sent them out, sent out Valentine's Day surprises, and attended a mini high school reunion. I know compared to your week I still should have blogged, but remember I am not as good as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of myself for joining the weight class at the gym. I am not a big fan of doing something without a friend along. I do not like new groups of strangers. I decided however that this would be a great opportunity for me to learn some toning techniques. So I did it and liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second major adventure for me was my high school reunion. It was not a special year or anything, just a facebook idea. Quite a few different graduating classes met at a local bar and had a good time. Why is this a big deal? Well I don't talk to anyone really from high school anymore. I do a little due to facebook, but not in person. So I was not sure I wanted to attend this gathering. Plus, back to my fear, I did not have a friend to go with. I made myself go with the plan that once I got there I would know people. I made it and had fun! One never gets tired of hearing,"You look exactly the same!" or "Why don't you look older?" It was also fun to see the girls that have changed. Some of them not for the better by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the most exciting post, but that about sums up my week. I will try to do better next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-2426132164345282437?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/2426132164345282437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=2426132164345282437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2426132164345282437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/2426132164345282437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/02/been-while.html' title='Been A While'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-4808303041282291095</id><published>2009-02-03T17:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:58:22.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Hair</title><content type='html'>A's favorite thing to do for the last couple of weeks is to wear an old baby blanket on her head. You know the type. The blankets that have the little pocket for the baby's head to fit into. Well A puts it on her head (which does not fit as you know) and pretends that the blanket down her back is her princess hair. She will go around the house asking us what we think of her new hair. She will also brush it and fix it. It is cute, funny and strange all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298724625580458466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SYjZ-R5WgeI/AAAAAAAAA-I/LvLumuX84iA/s400/princess+hair+good.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-4808303041282291095?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/4808303041282291095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=4808303041282291095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4808303041282291095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/4808303041282291095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/02/princess-hair.html' title='Princess Hair'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SYjZ-R5WgeI/AAAAAAAAA-I/LvLumuX84iA/s72-c/princess+hair+good.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-7265738089751322699</id><published>2009-02-01T19:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:51:23.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Time</title><content type='html'>Now that it is February, it is time to start Valentine's Day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preparations&lt;/span&gt;. So today I had the girls make some hearts to hang on our mantle. We used coffee filters that I cut into hearts and water color paints. The girls had fun and liked the end result. It was a super easy activity, just remember to put newspaper down for the filters don't hold much water/paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298010639666755250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SYZQm1GTtrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ZItOkNEMh8k/s400/painting+hearts+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298010643022377650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SYZQnBmWcrI/AAAAAAAAA94/ozNyWFPo8c8/s400/painting+hearts+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298010644312833538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SYZQnGaBPgI/AAAAAAAAA9w/PhXfMKQvEc8/s400/painting+hearts+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298010636820563810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SYZQmqfuR2I/AAAAAAAAA9g/Snw83feOvbo/s400/bridget%27s+finished+heart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B's finished heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298011130198088706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SYZRDYeF3AI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Vkwb6iCcHSI/s400/abby%27s+finished+heart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A's finished heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6792388474316074006-7265738089751322699?l=laughandtears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/feeds/7265738089751322699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6792388474316074006&amp;postID=7265738089751322699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7265738089751322699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6792388474316074006/posts/default/7265738089751322699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughandtears.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-time.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Time'/><author><name>Jes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02657543695429436624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SYZQm1GTtrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ZItOkNEMh8k/s72-c/painting+hearts+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792388474316074006.post-85922828583364217</id><published>2009-01-29T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:20:00.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Painting</title><content type='html'>Walking through Target the other day I came across some spray bottles in the dollar section. I swear one can never have enough spray bottles. They bring about so much fun. So I grabbed a few and continued. Well today I figured out what I would do with them. SNOW SPRAY PAINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I filled each bottle with water and then added some food coloring. I actually have some fun neon food coloring which worked out perfectly. The girls were so excited to try them out in the fresh new snow.  I think I might try kool-aid for next time just so I don't use all my expensive food coloring. They had had fun and staid out for about a half an hour.  Pretty good in the cold.  The only problem is that it does stain, which means the little drops of pink on A's snow pants probably won't come off. Oh Well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296474128944485458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SYDbKInIVFI/AAAAAAAAA84/7Pfu8Bu02c4/s400/abby+snow+painting+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296477237796665634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SYDd_F_P-SI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/eojB522do7M/s400/abby%27s+snow+picture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296474137607683474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SYDbKo4mPZI/AAAAAAAAA9A/hXXIJNzoh0c/s400/bridget+snow+painting+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296474146840362194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxjkKodEqEE/SYDbLLR1vNI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tzE-k50ZicI/s400/bridget%27s+snow+painting+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would have worked a little better if the snow was not so light and fluffy.  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